Is This... Love?

Is This... Love?

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mer., avr. 16, 2014
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The Selector Ball is always something to be feared and dreaded, especially when you come of age. I had to attend, whether I wanted to or not, and I didn't. I was a prize to the King, or to any vampire bidder who was invited to attend the bidding ceremony, and I knew it. I prayed that I wouldn't get sold or chosen by the King, but my prayers were never answered. The King fell in love with me, like he does with all his Selections, since he holds the Selector Ball to find a queen, even though it is forbidden in the laws of nature. I found myself in an awkward position, and I didn't know what to do. But with the help of a Selection of the former King, I found the goodness in... the one I had grown to love. And I became his Queen.
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*word of advice, if poorly written books annoy you don't read. If you do you better not complain in my comments lol* Never steal from kings. Especially the king of demons. She hadn't expected her young brothers to steal, she hadn't thought of that scenario or what she would do. So she does what she does best, put those who she loves the most above herself. "I'm sick of this. I'm sick of you!" He bellowed in my face. I took the mask off, "I just need you out of my fucking system." He says as he stalks closer to me. Our chests press together, I look at him coldly. Tears stingy my eyes and my throat tight. "Do what you have to do, my king." He rips the necklace right off my neck.

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