_إن انقضت هذه الثلاثة أشهر دون أن أذرف دمعة واحدة بسببك يا كريس .. فسوف تعتذر لي ولعائلتي أمام باب منزلنا في مدينتي ، جاثيا على كلتا ركبتيك في حيّنا! ضاقت عيناه ولمعتا بشدة ، ثوان فقط حتى تقدم نحوي وأنا لا أزال استند على الباب ، وقف أمامي مباشرة ليرفع ذقني بيده اليسرى .. أجبرني على التحديق إليه وقال بجفاء : أنا أعتذر لكِ ؟؟ أنتِ ؟! سمعت الكثير من الطرائف في حياتي .. ولكن طرفة مضحكة كهذه .. لم أسمع بها أبداً .. كان هذا ما ينص عليه اتفاقنا قبل ان القي بنفسي في عالمه، ولكن الأحداث أخذت منحنى آخر لم أتوقعه.. من أنت !! وأي واحد فيهم تكون؟ وما طبيعة عالمك المتَلون ؟! بل الأهم.. ما ذنبي أنا في كل هذه التشابكات وإلى أين يأخذني القدر ،، فضلاً عدم الإعلان عبر الرواية لروايات أو حسابات أخرى 🌹 ،، • فائزة بمسابقة أسوة 2018 ، فئة العاطفية 🏆 • واقعي أو أنمي .. لكل قارئ حرية التخيل 💫 • حريصة على نقل محتوى قيّم أو رسالة مفيدة ✏ • الرواية من مجهودي الخاص وأي تشابه بالأفكار مع أي عمل آخر فهو بمحض الصدفة .. 💡 • التصنيف : فكاهة، غموض، دراما، عاطفية

Lorelei Eden is the daughter of a wealthy merchant, bored with her daily life and the binds that restrain her as a Lady. She dreams of freedom and a new wild life she knows she can never have. Or never thought she could. Not until pirates seize her fathers ship and take her along with the rest of their loot. Lorelei is thrust into an adventure she never even dreamed of, one she never wanted. One that is a constant threat to her life. An adventure by the name of Captain Adrien Axe. ~~ The man lounged upon the lowest yardarm of the mast, toying with a coin in his hair as he surveyed the scene of captives below. I glared up at him through my lashes, wishing he would fall and crack open his daft skull. As if sensing my thoughts his attention left the coin and shifted to where I sat, hands tied behind my back. A grin spread over his face, "Well..." he purred out, "now isn't that a pretty sight." I sincerely hope he was staring at my bosom because he fancies the gold and pearls that rests between them. He waved down at the dirty men carrying various things between ships, "her too...I like her, she's...." He licked his lips, "just lovely." My eyes grew wide as I was roughly pulled to my feet and they started to drag me away.

Toltarra has been strewn in war for nearly 300 years, the four major clans governing the mass of land at a constant battle for domination over all else. There are many rumors to as how the great war started. The Thyssen family of Windsor blame the formation of the Scar of Toltarra for the wars start. The Kaepernick's of Zinnann blame the Volco savages who emerged after the scar was formed. The Caplondon family of Caplond heaves the blame upon the Adalwolf's of Carden. And the Adalwolf's? The Adalwolf's have a legend that has been passed down since the great wars beginnings, they say that a woman warned the clans of a great explosion in the middle mountain that would scar Toltarra permanently and plunge the clans into blood and darkness. She was the women who claimed giants tunneled beneath the ground and feathers were messages carried on the backs of birds from the clouds. They called her The Mad Witch and after she disappeared ash rained through the air and Tolterras ground was scarred. When The Mad Witch disappeared, the clans were plunged into blood and darkness.

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

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

-هل يمكن ان انهي تعاستي بلحظه، ايكمن في موتي خلاصي من حبك هذا لي؟ قد لا يعيش احدنا بعد هذا!! -لست كذلك.. لا يمكن للحب ان يكون سكينا يخوض في احشائك!!