Juliet's parents died when she was young and she never got to experience having a family. She lived a miserable and lonely life. One night at work, she meets a strange man that says he's a reporter and he asks her a few questions. Later that night, the reporter offers to drive her home from work. When Juliet refuses, he kidnaps her and brings her home to be a wife for his oldest son. Juliet slowly loses her sanity as she finally gets a family.

Imagine a world where there is no freedom. Imagine a world where your identity is stripped bare and all that's left of you are the memories of the past. Imagine being forced into things you never signed up for. Imagine being sold. That was Jane's world. Then Sebastian enters her world. A man who is the epitome of crime and danger. A man who destroys her, steals her innocence, uses her and breaks the very last pieces remaining in her soul. They say there is a really thin line between love and hate. So what happens when Sebastian crosses it? Can mistakes really be forgiven or will he drown in the misery of his actions and kill her in the process? [He walked, strolling confidently across the room, looking at me as if I was a piece of meat. I knew that look well, too well. I could feel his breath on my neck. He brought his hands onto my body, running through my arms slowly, approvingly smiling at what he had found. I tried to calm myself down but his actions weren't helping. He leaned down to my ear and whispered, "Take off your clothes."] Warning: This story contains DARK THEMES. Read at your own risk.

In a world where vampires feed from other vampires and males dominate females... there is but one precious thing left in their world which every vampire craves... A Mihr. Dohmenic is the Dralan - the King - of all vampires, and survives purely on clean blood; The blood of a Mihr, a virgin. Without a Dralaq, a Queen, he has to feed from Mihrs to ensure the continuation of his pure blood and the claim to the throne. But the times are dire; Mihrs are becoming rarer and rarer each day, and so the Dralan is slowly fading from bloodthirst. He desperately needs a Mihr to feed. Leyla is a Mihr. She is one of the few that is left in the world ruled by hungry, savage male vampires and she intends to stay that way. In hiding from the frenzied males, she ends up in the one place that should have been her only safe haven in the world; The Dralan's castle. Disguising herself as a Kischmir (a servant), she pretends she is but a mere commoner whose blood is not the purest kind in the kingdom. But when the Dralan nearly dies from cruel thirst, her blood is all that can save him. To be a Mihr means you can't be bedded by a male, otherwise your blood will be tainted. But as things grow heated between the Dralan and Leyla, will Dohmenic be able to keep his hands off her? After all, we always want what we can't have...