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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)

When I saw his menacing, cold gaze, it felt like I was being scorched alive even though I was innocent. My heart pounded, and my hands became sticky, while I kept my eyes on him. A hint of curiosity and dread, my eyes lingered on him.

The prince walked casually to the shrieking man on the ground; something about that little wretch was lying. The prince stopped, then asked in a low voice, "Did you do it?"

Wesley, stuck on the ground, had to lift his head, and then he saw the prince's expression. He shakes his head madly like he was being accused, "No! I never touched her."

The prince lifted a brow. "Is that so? Are you willing to prove it?"

Wesley swallowed hard, then nodded before hesitation disappeared. For the last couple of days, he endured staying in the cells with rats and a smelly, dark room with one window.

Living with other cellmates with a lifeless gaze or wild ones who haven't given up, determined to escape and cause trouble.

I'M NOT A BOY, PERVERT