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Soulmate of the Vampire Prince

[Warning: Mature Content] In the world of magic, amidst various species, there existed the Lumens. They were highly coveted for their blood and their extraordinary powers. ​ Amongst them was a Lumen Princess named Evelyn, an ethereal beauty, who lived her entire life believing she was weak and powerless. Abandoned by her father, abused by her stepmother & tormented by her brother, she never knew love. Shunned by society, she spent her entire life as a caged bird. ​But things start to change when Evelyn is sent to the infamous Blood Moon Academy on her eighteenth birthday, under the guise of completing her further education. ​The twist? The academy is situated in a kingdom of vampires. Terrified to be a walking delicacy amongst the creatures of the night, all it took was one fateful encounter to meet the most powerful predator alive—the crown prince of Versailles, Ivan Ignia De Ashen. He was drop-dead gorgeous and considered to be the epitome of perfection. He appeared as cold as ice, but was a raging inferno within, ready to burn anyone who dared to step into his breathing space. ​He warns her to stay away, but fate has its own plan. What will she do when he decides to claim her as his? ​Thrown together in a royal gothic academy full of power-hungry nobles, twisted professors, and more secrets than spellbooks, what truth will they uncover about their bloodlines and their past? ​ With enemies lurking in the shadows and ancient darkness threatening to rise again, what happens when the secrets about them begin to unravel? Excerpt- He finally moved his sinful lips and said "Hm, I'll help you catch up with your studies" he said, pausing for a moment before continuing "I don't usually do this....help, I mean. But since your progress also affects me, that's the only reason I'll help you this time." "Though, Princess, there are a couple of things I need you to keep in mind, before we move forward." When she nodded he continued, "I don't like wasting time. So when I call, you come. I don't appreciate anyone being intrusive about my matters, so I'd prefer if you keep any curious thoughts to yourself." "And lastly..," He leaned in slightly, maintaining steady eye contact with her. His voice dropped to a low, almost warning tone. "Don't fall in love with me. I don't do love. And the minute I find you show any signs of clinginess… that's when you'll pay the price." ..... "My payment would be…your blood." His eyes suddenly turned serious as he continued, "You shall never offer your blood to anyone else throughout your academic years...meaning you will never serve anyone else." Eve stood stunned, her breath caught in her throat as she waited for him to finish. Then he leaned in, his lips barely an inch from hers, and whispered, "Except me." The only word that kept echoing in her mind was 'blood'....and she could see she was becoming something rare in his eyes. A delicacy reserved for the devil himself. The book cover is mine, don't use it!
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Ruinous Love

**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND SEVERE DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● In the shadowed stillness of the room, she stood transfixed amidst the onslaught of memories of a father now gone. Her tears fell not with a cry, but traced a path down her cheeks in a heavy, stifled silence. As his tall shadow loomed upon the threshold, a faint tremor of dread and uncertainty coursed through her. He stepped inside, moving forward slowly, until he stood close before her. For a fleeting moment, her gazed locked with his—those wild eyes said to carry the scent of blood. But behind that predatory gaze, another truth was beginning to reveal itself. His fingers, trembling with uncertain restraint, reached towards her face; a touch so delicate it seemed impossible that these hands had ever closed around the cold hilt of a sword. He gazed into the girl's light brown eyes but, he was not looking at her; instead, deep within her eyes, he was searching for someone else. Then with his gentle hands, brushed the tears from her cheeks. With a fevered longing, he pulled her against his chest, as if he were chaining her to his very soul; he then buried his face in her hair. With every breath, he drank in the scent of her. The girl, eyes wet and body rooted in place by fear, yet burning like a furnace from sheer embarrassment, heard the rapid thrumming of his heart against her ear—a beat whose rhythm, like the tender words of a mother, offered solace to a broken heart. Her fear dissolved in the face of the man’s pure and evident grief. She lifted her shaking hands, clutched at his clothes, and in that heavy silence, allowed herself to rest in the chill of his embrace.
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