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

Rafael Cordeiro. Brilliant, dangerous, damaged. So many words came to mind when thinking of him, none of them tame or soothing. Shockingly wealthy and wielding more power than kings and presidents, he was reputedly so clever with figures that the financial press had likened him to a walking computer. Which didn’t bode well, Grace thought gloomily as she clutched at her seat, given her allergy to technology. Beneath her, the trees parted and a swollen river snaked through a deep gorge and plunged over rocks in an explosion of white froth. ‘He has properties all over the world—’ she turned to the pilot, seeking answers to the questions bubbling in her mind ‘—so why is he living all the way out here?’

Eiza had made up her mind that she had never wanted to be in love. Not with her ex-boyfriend of three years, not with the multiple late night hook ups, and her soon to be husband was no exception. She was focused on not letting love ruin her life. But what happens when her father falls ill and shes drowning in medical bills? When she has a brother who still needs one more year of private school and university after? She's given an option by her fathers estranged oil-typhoon millionaire father. Will she marry his partner's son or let her father die six feet under debt? ~ preview : "I..cant do this" I sighed. Suddenly his arms turned me around and made me face him. He cupped my face with one hand and held on tight so i wouldn't move. 'Let go of me" I whispered and closed my eyes. "Open your eyes" he demanded while holding on tighter. I slowly opened my shaky eyes and looking straight at me were blue eyes that could pierce the thickest and dullest of heart. For a few seconds I let myself be hypnotized by the emotionless grey glare in his eyes. "If you want this to workout I suggest you do as I say when I say it."