MY LOVER IS A VAMPIRE
She knows what he is. She is fully aware that he is not human, she has seen him transform into a vampire but she would never speak of it. She will guard his secret with everything that she possess because she is in love with him. At what cost is she willing to protect him? "At all cost" she would always say.
On the night that the special full moon finally appeared, Dilly came face to face with a life changing experience that would either kill her or make her stronger. It was not just an ordinary night, it was a night that the moon turns bloody red.
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Chapter 6
Ryan looked out of his large window facing the main entrance of the yard he shared with Dilly. He had not been seeing her around unlike the times when she would walk around not giving a care in the world. It's been a week and few days since their last conversation, the last interaction they had was more like an argument than the actual conversation he wanted it to be. He did not understand why he was having an urge to always protect her, although her dismissive attitude towards him annoys him greatly. He had only inquired about her relationship with the other woman's partner, he needed to understand the basis to know how to help her even thought she did not ask for help.
" I should not have interfered in her affair" he muttered. She seemed very helpless and fragile, he knew he had to protect her. Protecting her felt so mandatory, it almost felt like he came all the way to this new city to be her guardian angel. Why did it have to be her? Why was it not someone with better manners and less pride.
He gritted his teeth in pain as ray of sun flashed across his face, it hurt but he did not move away from the window. He would bare the pain for once in his lifetime, maybe it would really be nice to know what destruction taste like. He envied humans , they could grow old and die. The world is not that interesting to live in for thousands of years. Whoever invented vampires lifespan has to be a joker because there was no point living on for thousands of years doing absolutely nothing but feast on blood. He scoffed trying so hard to endure the scorching sun.
The familiar feeling of anger rose up making his chest tighten, having to move away from the only place he called home was the hardest decision he had to make. It was tough leaving his mother behind but he felt free after years of living a life he was displeased with. He left home while the rest of his kinsmen were planning for him to take over the most powerful throne to ever exist in the vampire clan.
If he could turn back the hand of time, he would have begged not to be born as a vampire. He hated himself for years because he would never be like the other kids, growing up he always wanted to be like the human kids. He does not want to live on for years without dying, it seemed more painful than death.
He grimaced as the sun scorched his skin harder making him move away from the window with full force, he shut his blood shot eyes as he tried to control the beast from springing forth. He punched the air in frustration as pain washed through his entire body. Back home his mom would have died from a heart attack if she had seem him inflict such pain on himself, she would take it upon herself to make sure that not even a tiny ray of the sun goes into the house.
"At least I do not need to drink human blood to survive" he thought. He had no reason to bring froth the beast except if it was really necessary.
In few days the new moon will be out and he would withdraw energy from the moon. He looked forward to it, he always does.
The sun went down after hours of threatening to burn down earth and all the vampires that occupied the surface of the earth. Ryan put on his grey pants and black armless t-shirt, it made him look more human than the long-sleeved overall that covered every part of his body.
"You need enough protection from the sunlight" his mother would say. She always made sure to remind him that he was not human and he would never be human. It was easier for her to say because in few years time she would leave the earth anyways, she had used her soul as sacrifice to seal a bargain amongst the two vampire clans. She was hell bent on getting married to his father who is a blood sucking vampire instead of getting a husband from her moon sucking bloodline.
Love does not make sense to him, how could she make such a huge sacrifice because of love. He swore not to get himself involved in anything that has to do with love. He would not be gullible like his mother.
I do not plan on getting myself involved in such a mess.
"Embrace your true self son, you are superior" his mother would say smiling, hoping that someday he would come to acceptance because his identity carries power.
He smiled as the image of his mother's pretty face flashed through his mind's eyes. He arbors great anger towards her but he still loved her like his entire existence depends on it, it actually does.
With no specific destination in mind, he stepped out and locked the door behind him. He stopped in his tracks as he saw sleepy neighbor walk down the hall way. He was finally seeing her after a long week of wondering if she moved out of the house.
Dilly's heart sank as her eyes met with Ryan's , she held on to Mat's arm for physical support not wanting to show Ryan how much effect his presence has on her.
"Hi..." he smiled ignoring the tall man holding her hands. He wondered if that was the man she was fighting over.
"Very stubborn, Isn't she?" he thought. She was supposed to stay away from him before his woman beats her up one more time.
She smiled awkwardly and walked past him pulling Mat along.
"We need to talk....hey" Ryan called after her realizing that he does not know her name.
"It's important" he added .
He felt the need to apologize for being forward but he still has to warn her concerning the dangerous situation she's putting herself in. He expects her to know better.
Dilly sighed not bothering to look back, she would have to put this man in his place and maybe warn him to stop showing up in her dreams as well.
"Who was that?" Mat looked over at her suspiciously.
"My new neighbor" she rolled her eyes. Why did he even bother to move in.
"Finally..." Mat laughed " You have been dying to have a neighbor, this one is handsome".
"He's a busy body, he feels the need to meddle in my personal affairs and it's annoying...." she stopped not wanting to go into full details. She had decided to keep her encounter with Sophia secret from Mat. It could get messier, she was tired of the drama already and she was finally ready to put everything behind her.
"He looks like a good guy" Mat shrugged.
"He is a pain in my ass" she laughed in spite of herself.
"You need me to kick his ass?" Mat asked , his facial expression showing that he would really kick Ryan's ass if she asked him.
"No" she shook her head " I can handle him myself."
She leaned on the trunk of Mat's new car wondering if Ryan would really hurt her. He was not much of a threat but she hated his gut. She wondered what he meant when he said they needed to talk.
Talk about what?
She wish he would mind his business and leave her alone. She can take care of herself and besides she has Mat on her side. If he thinks she is a weakling, she would prove to him that she does not need him to be her knight in shiny armor.
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8.6
Ivy Hart didn't just lose love, she was destroyed by it.
Publicly betrayed by the man she thought she'd marry, her heartbreak becomes a spectacle she can't escape. Humiliated, angry, and done believing in forever, Ivy swears she'll never be that vulnerable again.
Then Damian Blackwood steps in.
Ruthless. Possessive. A man who doesn't ask, he takes.
His offer is simple, his tone is not:
Marry me.
A contract. Strict rules. No love. No questions.
But Ivy quickly learns one thing. Damian doesn't share.
Not his power.
Not his control.
And definitely not what he considers his.
What was supposed to be a cold, calculated arrangement turns suffocatingly intense. The way he watches her. The way he touches her. The way his voice drops when he says, "You're mine, Ivy."
It's not part of the contract.
And neither is the jealousy that burns in his eyes when her past comes crawling back, begging for a second chance.
Because Damian doesn't believe in love...
But he believes in possession.
And once he's claimed something, he never lets it go.
As secrets unravel and the truth behind their marriage begins to surface, Ivy realizes she didn't just sign a contract.
She signed herself over to a man who would destroy anyone who tries to take her away... even if that means destroying her too.
When the contract ends, one question remains:
Will Ivy walk away with her heart intact...
or will Damian make sure she never leaves at all?
7.9
For three years, Allison played the perfect First Lady in a marriage that never gave her love back.
Nolan handed her divorce papers, sneering at her background while his mother mocked her as barren and his pregnant mistress claimed her place. So Allison walked away.
On the very day she left him, the royal family reclaimed her as their lost princess.
Crown, fortune, power, three terrifying brothers, and a handpicked royal consort now stood at her side.
Her eldest brother-the world's most feared arms dealer-pushed a black card across the table. "Go on. Spend whatever you like."
Her second brother-the genius doctor-twirled a scalpel between his fingers. "Tell me, sis. How many cuts do the ones who hurt you deserve?"
Her third brother-a global martial arts superstar-stormed into her ex-husband's lair. "Who made my sister cry? Time to face the music."
When her regretful ex begged for another chance, Allison only smiled.
It was too late. She was no longer his wife. She was his worst mistake.
8.3
On the eve of my wedding to Grant Sutton, the heir to a vast real estate empire, I discovered the devastating truth. I wasn't his great love; I was just a convenient replacement for his wild, untamable ex, Ivory.
He didn't love me. He loved that I was a polished, "suitable" version of the woman he truly wanted.
When I walked away, he didn't just let me go. He destroyed me. After I published an exposé on his company's shady dealings, he had me fired and systematically ruined my reputation, painting me as a vengeful liar in the press.
My own family turned on me, furious.
"Think about us, Avery! You owe us this!" my sister shrieked, caring only about the fortune I'd lost them.
I was left with nothing-no career, no family, no future. All because I was a placeholder in a love story that was never mine.
Three years later, I came back. Not as the broken fiancée, but as A. Trevino, the anonymous journalist whose latest investigation targeted an elite institution.
An institution with deep ties to the Sutton family. And this time, I wouldn't be the one who was destroyed.
9.0
I had been a wife for exactly six hours when I woke up to the sound of my husband’s heavy breathing. In the dim moonlight of our bridal suite, I watched Hardin, the man I had adored for years, intertwined with my sister Carissa on the chaise lounge.
The betrayal didn't come with an apology. Hardin stood up, unashamed, and sneered at me. "You're awake? Get out, you frumpy mute." Carissa huddled under a throw, her fake tears already welling up as she played the victim. They didn't just want me gone; they wanted me erased to protect their reputations.
When I refused to move, my world collapsed. My father didn't offer a shoulder to cry on; he threatened to have me committed to a mental asylum to save his business merger. "You're a disgrace," he bellowed, while the guards stood ready to drag me away. They had spent my life treating me like a stuttering, submissive pawn, and now they were done with me.
I felt a blinding pain in my skull, a fracture that should have broken me. But instead of tears, something dormant and lethal flickered to life. The terrified girl who walked down the aisle earlier that day simply ceased to exist. In her place, a clinical system—the Valkyrie Protocol—booted up.
My racing heart plummeted to a steady sixty beats per minute. I didn't scream. I stood up, my spine straightening for the first time in twenty years, and looked at Hardin with the detachment of a surgeon looking at a tumor.
"Correction," I said, my voice stripped of its stutter. "You're in my light."
By dawn, I had drained my father's accounts, vanished into a storm, and found a bleeding Crown Prince in a hidden safehouse. They thought they had broken a mute girl. They didn't realize they had just activated their own destruction.
7.2
I went to the bank to set up a trust fund for my twins, only to have the manager look at me with pity.
"Mrs. Dunlap, the trust requires the *biological* mother's signature."
I froze. I *was* their mother. Or so I thought.
That day, I learned my husband, the most powerful Mafia Don on the coast, had used his ex-lover’s frozen eggs.
For six years, I wasn't his wife. I was just the incubator.
When his "true love," Iliana, returned from exile, my life disintegrated.
My children, poisoned by her lies, pushed me down the stairs and called me "just the nanny."
Gavyn didn't help me up. He stepped over my bleeding body to take his "real family" out for ice cream.
But the ultimate betrayal happened on a windswept cliff.
Staged by Iliana, we were both tied up, allegedly rigged to explode.
Forced to choose who to save, Gavyn didn't hesitate.
He cut Iliana loose.
"You did this to yourself, Alex," he said, driving away with the children, leaving me to die.
He thought he was leaving behind a corpse.
He didn't know I had skimmed ten million dollars from the household accounts.
"Cut me loose," I told the hitman, transferring the money. "And tell him the ocean took me."
Two years later, the Don is on his knees in my garden, begging for a second chance.
Too bad he has to get through my new fiancé first—the head of the rival cartel.
9.2
Five years after my death, the street punk banished by the Mafia family returned to this soil as a highly respected Godfather.
He didn't come back for turf or business. He came for revenge.
He wanted to make me regret the day I "betrayed" him.
He framed my father as a rat.
He locked my mother in a pitch-black basement until she went blind.
He crippled my brother's right arm, stripping away his gift as a top-tier sniper forever.
To find me and exact his vengeance personally, he had turned himself into a monster.
"She’s dead! She’s been dead!" my brother roared. "Five years ago! When The Commission sent hitters after you, she took the fall! She burned to ashes so you could live!"