OMG!!! My Father is Making Me Marry a Vampire Prince, and I'm a Werewolf Princess
Sorry! I didn't re-read this chapter after I made it. So if something sounds funny, please try your best to understand. I'm really sorry!
Chapter 1
I rose to the sound of my nanny's awful screeching voice. A NANNY!!! I am 19 years old, and I think I am capable of getting myself dressed.
"JAYDEN!!! LET ME INTO YOUR ROOM THIS INSTANT!" she screamed.
I threw my pillow at the door, annoyed that she keeps ruining my mornings with that voice of hers. It literally freakin sounds like nails scratching on a chalkboard.
"Hold ON Nanny Eve!!!" I said sighing, as I abruptly got off my bed, and sulked my way to the door. As soon as I turned the locks opened, Nanny Eve flipped open the doors, almost breaking it, and smacking the door right across my face.
"Ow! Can't you just wait a moment AFTER I open the locks?!?!" I screamed in pain, as I clutched my nose.
"Well you kept me waiting too long, princess." Nanny Eve glared at me, and "tsked".
"Look at how dirty you look! And I just gave you a bath yesterday too! As the Princess of Werewolves, you should set an example for your people for Christ's sake!!"
Oh yeah...I forgot to mention one eensy beensy bit of info about me. Yep thats right, I'm a werewolf. And lemme get this straight, werewolves are not really wolves!!!! We have sharp teeth and nails. We have extremely good hearing and smelling. And we can also run faster than vampires. We age slowly too. Ww can look 20 when we're actually 65. We start aging slowly once we reach 20 years old. We do NOT turn into wolves during midnight, and that is the worst lie I have ever heard about werewolves. We don't change into wolves at all, actually. So get your facts together.
"Please Nanny Eve, let me dress myself. You have been caring for me since birth, and now you have forgotten that I have grown!" I protested.
She really didn't seem to budge. So instead of wasting my time, I gave up and let her pick out my clothes. She always chose these long ugly dresses that looked like they were made centuries ago. As soon as she left, I closed and locked the door behind her. I rapidly took off the awfully bright and ugly dress, and fumbled through my closest. My mother's tastes were always a life saver. I picked out a white lacy blouse that matched my bra, and a cute pair of light blue skinny jeans. Oh how they felt sooooooo much better than that itchy old rag of a dress.
Then came a knock at the door.
"Damn..." I mumbled as I panicked.
I quickly threw on my bath robe, hoping it wasn't Nanny Eve coming back. When I didn't open up, there was a voice from behind my bedroom door.
"Princess Jayden, please come out of your room." A familiar voice asked. "It's time for breakfast, and your father awaits you, deary."
I rushed to the door, and unlocked it for her. A middle-aged woman stood before me and gave me a beaming smile like she did every day.
"Oh hi Mary! Um...yeah...I'll be down in like a minute, okay?" I said still a bit sleepy. She just nodded, while flipping her golden honey hair and headed down the hallway. Mary was my personal maid. She had always been like a mother to me, when my own had passed away...
Shaking my head, I got rid of the painful thoughts. I slumped to the chair at my dresser. I shook my head repeatedly, and pulled both of the bottom drawers. I found a polka dotted ribbon that was so perfect for my outfit. I stared at myself in the mirror while brushing my chocolate brown hair. It seemed to perfectly match with my eyes. My mother's eyes. I sighed.
I walked slowly down the grand stairs, and looked around at the floor.
"Hey babe! Why don't ya invite me to your bed, and we can...play around for a while." A seductive voice said from behind. I turned around, but as soon as I did, the man appeared right in from of my face. We were now face to face. I backed up, clearly disgusted, as he chuckled. His round emerald eyes rested on my chest. He wasn't a man at all, but a teenager, around my age. He grabbed my wrist firmly, and started dragging me down the stairs.
"Hey! Let go of me you pervert!!" I yelled at him, and tried to thrust back my arm, but it had no effect on him. How is he this strong? I thought.
"Well, I'm a vampire for starters, and if you haven't noticed, vampires are clearly stronger than werewolves such as yourself." He said matter-of-factly, his back to me. A VAMPIRE IN MY CASTLE!!! I screamed in my head. Catching him off guard, I abruptly pulled my wrist away from his tight grip.
"What the HELL is a freakin bloodsucker doing in my home!!" I screamed, not noticing that he just answered my thought. The servants turned their heads to watch us. I gave them a what-the-hell-are-you-staring-at face at them, and they returned to the work.
"Ouch, now that one really hurt." the dude said pretending to be hurt. "I'm your escort missy. You've takin so long that your daddy sent me to go get you."
"My father sent a bloodsucker to bring me to breakfast?!?" I was still yelling.
"Hush up, and just walk." He said. "You know, for a hot girl, you're really annoying."
I didn't reply, and he grinned. We walked all the way to the dining hall. His STUPID hands kept holding my wrist so tight, and it looked like it was starting to get red.
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Sorry this chapter is kinda stupid.
Im not really good with intros. XD
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