Joyce_Mama_6073

“No matter what, never fall for the vampire king.”

  Kiara Whitman always knew her fate was twisted because she is the first hybrid, but things took a drastic turn when she was offered a contract marriage with the ruthless Valerian King. There was just one clause on the contract: 
"Falling for Adriel Valerian is equivalent to death.”


  But how could she follow such a clause? Her heart raced under his gaze, and when he spoke, her thoughts became foggy.

  It was clear as day that if the clause was meant to keep her alive, she wouldn’t survive.

   Unfortunately, Adriel, the vampire king, didn’t feel the same for her because he had his own plans for the hybrid princess; she was the key to everything he craved—his ultimate freedom from hell.

   He had sworn never to let himself fall for her because it would be messy; he had to be smart, vigilant, and stay in control.

  What will happen when Kiara finds out the real reason behind the contract marriage? Or when she discovers that she was just a tool for survival all along, just a possession to the vampire king and nothing less?

   Will she decide to leave for good or stay to find out her purpose? Or at least seduce the vampire king, if at all that’s possible.

Fangs And Fate

"Hello, Adriel, I replied, keeping my tone dry.

"I brought you flowers." He smiled politely, handing me the bouquet. I could see how forced the smile was, but even so, it was a nice gesture coming from him. I stared at the white jades and stared back at his eyes.

My father's words kept ringing in my ear. Gifts include courting.

"I can't accept that, Adriel." I said,drawing my gaze from him.

"I understand,he said, retrieving it. "May I sit? Can you accept that? he asked, again ignoring the presence of Kaleb.

Kaleb's eyes shot at me,anxious to hear my answer.

It came late—perhaps too late since I actually considered the idea of telling Kaleb to leave so we could talk. I felt a rush of conflicting emotions as memories of the past flooded my mind. The past included everything—good and bad.

"I came to see you." He replied plainly.

I want you back