this story contains adult content!!!! read at own risk. I glared at the vampire before me, pressing myself against the bars of my 'cage' before dropping the glare and offering him my sweetest grin, "once I get out of her I'm going to kill alllll of you!" I swept my arms out wide, my grin turning feral, "I'm going to rip out all of your throats and see how you like your blood being drained from your neck." The vampire flashed his fangs at me in an equally menacing grin, "you can try that all you want, after the auction." I was tempted to spit in his face but I really did not want to be whipped...again. ~~~ Calla, an 18 year old human girl has always lived her life on the run, but was captured by vampires and forced into auction at a high end 'pet shop' where any wealthy vampire can buy her and proceed to do as they please until they decide to kill her. Pessimistic, rude, and short fused Calla is one hell of a handful, one most vampier's don't want to bother with...until him. THIS SHIT IS RATED MATURE in case you were curious this isn't labeled Mature on the wattpad rating thing because it won't let me change my fucking maturity thing.

**** "You will call me master, do you get me?" He said in his deep husky voice. "I will never call you that!" I say and raise my hand to punch him. He twists my hand so that it's against my back and press me to the close by wall. Then slowly bites my ear lobe. An unwanted moan escapes my mouth. "I wouldn't be so sure if I were you." ****

The Kingdom of Illea welcomes you to the recurring tradition of the Selection in which thirty-five lucky girls aged eighteen to twenty-three are given the opportunity to be swept off their feet in the fight for their lives. The fight for his heart. She just wanted a change of lifestyle, a distraction to keep herself away from a life she never wanted, a life she wished to change, and somehow, she got the chance. One of thirty-five. A chance she'll never get again. But you see, it's not the crown she wants, it's the man she's come to realize she needs to live. He had become her oxygen. But which Prince? The one she met in her lowly kingdom of fives escaping from the palace, disturbing her late at night, or the rightful heir to the throne, the one she's supposedly fighting for. Every fairytale starts with luck, something that could disappear anytime. THIS IS A FANFICTION. THE SELECTION - ✓ THE ELITE - ✓ THE QUEEN OF NONE - coming soon