🔞 **Mature content** In the stillness of the evening, a disturbance rises in the air. Overcome by your emotions, you succumb to the thrill of a steamy night with your vampire: Nicolae Bartholy. This is a one shot (short) story to compensate for the lack of Extra Love smut. I tried to stick to the original storyline while adding my own spin. All rights reserved by 1492 Studio.

História baseada no jogo Is it Love? Nicolae. Eu procuro seguir o roteiro do jogo, mas faço modificações para apimentar o romance dos protagonistas e inserir minha história na trama. Obs: A obra é uma FANFIC por tanto todos os direitos são de sua autora Claire Zamora e da Ubisoft Estúdios.

Hence her family's slaughter, Evee Prescott was raised by her mysterious father with a sole purpose in life: to exterminate the Bartholy clan from the face of the Earth. However, Evee's alliances will be putted in check once she meets Nicolae Bartholy who seems to be a tormented soul detached from his own kind cruelties and a victim of his dire mistakes. In a journey for revenge she might find out more about herself in the arms of this uncanny stranger than she had during an entire lifetime nurtured in grudges and hatred, while she faces the most defiant trial of her life: revenge her family's murder or succumb in a forbidden love with an enemy? **** I'll try to update regularly. If you spot any mistakes in the text or things that are difficult to understand please report me, I'm not a native english speaker so your opinion is very important to help me improve the story. I'm building the story in a way to make a crossover with Peter's and Drogo's storyline in season two. I hope you like it and if you like it please vote, it helps a lot to know if you are enjoying the story. Cover credits: unknown All the rights reserved to 1492 Studios.

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.

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

El amor reconstruyó mi vida pero me llevó a algo peor que la muerte.Aquél que fue mi salvador, en realidad fue mi verdugo, arrastrandome a un mundo que no sabía que el pertenecía. Ahora solo puedo mirarlo con asco,con ira y dolor. Y lo peor de todo, es que la muerte no podría ofrecerme consuelo. Código de registro: 1804226647099

El exilio es peor que una cárcel. La luz del sol es algo que nos vetan a todos y el tiempo no parece transcurrir. Sólo el dolor y los gritos de los que están atrapados como yo, me despiertan indicándome que todo esto no es una pesadilla; es bien real. Sólo puedo pensar en una cosa; en sus ojos grises. Y aunque soy ahora una muñeca rota, no he perdido la capacidad de amar.

" Toda criança um dia já teve um pesadelo em que a fez acordar de madrugada. Algumas choraram,outras gritaram,outras foram a procura dos pais procurando conforto e segurança. E quando o fizeram ouviram de seus pais: Monstros não existem, não precisa ter medo! Comigo não foi assim. Desde de muito pequena fui ensinada que Monstros existem e que apesar do medo,eu teria de enfrenta-los e livrar a humanidade de todos eles! Porque Eu? Porque Pra isso fui criada,treinada e ensinada. E acredite,eu sou a melhor no que faço!! E não vou parar, enquanto o último Bartholy permanecer de pé.... Mas como nem tudo é perfeito,meu único erro,foi fechar os olhos olhas para as mentiras que se contaram e que foram passadas ao decorrer dos séculos! Venha conhecer a minha história. Ou pelo menos a que me foi contada!!

| oɞs: ғanғιcтιon +18. conтéм cenaѕ de ѕeхo, palavras de baixo escalão e violência. | Até a última gota de sangue, deixe-me saboriar. Até a última gota de Sangue, deixe-me possuir. Até a última gota de Sangue, deixe-me sugar. ... A família Bartholy é muito misteriosa, e todos que moram em Mistery Spell os temem. Porém algo esta preste a mudar, uma menina estranha cruza o caminho dos Bartholy assim despertando um interesse sobrenatural por ela, pois a mesma não era uma simples humana e o cheiro do seu doce sangue era a prova disso. Poderia essa menina ser aquilo em que a família Bartholy tanto esperava ou aquilo em que os Bartholy tanto temiam? ---- ------ ---- ---- ----- ---- BASEADO EM: IS IT LOVE? (Otome) HISTÓRIA DE MINHA AUTORIA. NOMES DOS PERSONAGENS DO "IS IT LOVE?" PLÁGIO É CRIME, EU DENUNCIO!