**THIS IS NOT A DEMI LOVATO FANFICTION** Princess Elliana is the third child to King Tyrian and heir apparent to her kingdom's throne. The Caelestis royals rule over Cael and the mortal world and have all inherited the royal gift of magic. All her life she has been training and preparing to take over for her father. Alongside her is her chosen husband, a son of her father's most trusted advisor. Elliana convinces herself that she is truly happy, and possesses everything that she could hope for, but deep down, she knows that she does not wish to have her father's Crown, for the heavy responsibility it bestows stating that she must place the kingdom before all. Demi is an ancient vampire with a tragic past and a heavy hatred towards the Caelestis royals. When she finally literally bumps into her soulmate in the mortal world after centuries of searching, she can hardly believe it. Despite her anger towards the royal family, Demi soon comes to realize that her mate is nothing like what she imagined, in a good way. Upon meeting Demi, Elliana must ask herself repeatedly whether she is truly happy. "Remember that not all stories have a happy ending. But maybe our story just isn't over yet." - Demi to Elliana

Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...