Three Roses: A Vampire Story
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  • Reads 93,051
  • Votes 3,094
  • Parts 48
  • Time 19h 4m
Ongoing, First published May 30, 2022
Mature
Castle Dimitrescu.

A name that commands respect from every soul that hears it. A name shrouded in dark rumors of bloodshed and cruelty. A place where people enter but never leave, where terror becomes a grueling reality. A reality Hayden Shaw will have to endure, while using his wits, skills, and intellect to excel, and most of all, survive.

Warning: This story will include scenes of intense violence, language, gore, and sexual content.

I own nothing but the OC's, art, and plot. There will be mentions of rape and sexism in the story ambiance.

This story was inspired by "The Handmaiden" written by KeshaRocks on Ao3.
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[Lady Dimitrescu x female oc] Don't like it, don't read it! (contains lemon scenes) ~oOo~ "The lady of the house was born in an era, where the women were desperate to have flawless white skin and even painted little veins with blue paint on their faces to show how pale they were. Some mixed up a dark powder and used it to fake shadows around their eyes. To look sick, like death was about to come over you, this was what made you beautiful. This woman had all of that and it made her so incredibly pretty and lovely looking. Her blonde hair was floating upon the now slightly dirty, light brown, reddish water. Now the lady knew what she reminded her of. She was looking like a water corpse, floating in a cold river somewhere deep in the forest on a winter evening when the snow is slowly falling down on the lost soul. Alicna shook her head and turned her attention back to the book, calmly reading..." Welcome to House Dimitrescu! Please have a seat and listen to my story. Do not worry I will not bite...At least not now ~...