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Six years ago, Blake remembered it like it was yesterday. Watching my family being engulfed in flames, screams in the night akin to wailing banshees, and vampires attacked every member of his family with their sharp canines.

My father, a strong warrior fighting against terrible evil, told me with hard eyes, “Run, my little brave one. Never look back.”

His father pushed me against the forest, and my family died from the vampire attack. 

I’d been on the run for six years in the underground tunnel; darkness became my world until one day the underground tunnel was discovered by the vampires. 

They entered the tunnel like a deadly wave, capturing each individuals like me on the run, and I grabbed a sword, and I slashed the golden-masked man in the front.

However, the mask didn't break, and the cold eyes stared at me like ice, and the man reached out to grab my thin neck, and he said in a low voice laced with menace, “Young one, you are the first one who dared to attack me openly.”

His smile became sinister, and he threw me to the ground with a painful thud to my spine, and his words brought a chill to my heart, but it didn't erase the hate in me. 

Despite me trembling with fear, I did something bold and outrageous.

I spat in his face.

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Can Blake, who grew up in the underground tunnel, survive as a tyrant vampire prince’s slave? Come and find out! Read and find out what happens next.

The Vampire Prince’s Slave (BL)

Exhaustion lungs in me as I walked for miles. My arms, legs, and everything was soaked, and I was exhausted.

My feet ached with pain. The ground wasn't smooth, so it hurted the bottom of my feet. I glared with spite at the carriage.

I wished I had something in my hands to make the prince regret the day he was born. I wanted revenge so badly I could taste it.

The prince was sitting in his precious carriage while me was stuck out here in this damn heart. Hot and sweating like a pig.

My feet was just dragging along. One moment when I'm walking slow, the carriage tugged on my sore wrists, and I could see the red marks appearing on my wrists.

I panted lightly from exhaustion. I was so thirsty but I won't ask for water, not for a sip.

I tried to blink my eyes from the sweat, and the sun burns my eyes. My belly growled.

EXHAUSTION