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

It looks like fog, or more like clouds of rain. Either way, I didn't like the sight of it.

The barren land between the glass throne And I stretched into a vast black. unmoving, unalive, and static. This dream wasn't an occurrence that scared me. There were times I was a bit fazed after every episode, but even the bad news has become so frequent that I fear it less.

I was just waiting for... the person who summoned me to arrive so I could leave, speaking of which, they should be here by now.

This was disrespectful. You can't just summon someone from another realm and then stay away.

I skimmed the wasteland again. I felt like I was being watched. That, too, was disrespectful. Time is different here; I don't know how long I have been here and don't want to be related to my likes back home.

"Where are you?" I asked loudly, taking a few steps into the mist.

'Fuck that. Who are you?" I yelled again.

Out of the Shadows