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Forced To Be His (VampirexSlave)

Forced To Be His (VampirexSlave)

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Never Fight Back let him over power you; you have no say "you need to stop being difficult with me Riley" he hissed slamming his hands on the wall close to me head trapping me a the small space between his rock hard body and My Small one. I pulled my arms up to his chest placing my hand tightly on to his simple white T-shirt, Using all my upper body Straight To Push his chest back, to give me space. Never Talk back, Let him win; Cause You'll never will win "And why should i listen to you Christian? Huh? Your species killed my family and enslaved my kind What gives you say in this!" I shouted back tempting to show my stronger side to him, It was pointless, It Would just cause me more pain for standing up for my self or deafening my self. If He wants you be willing to give your Self; or face Consequences He staired at me with hate, Pure hate. His Deep Grey eyes staring into my soul, Which made me completely unconformable. "I shouldn't Feel any pity for you, But.." he leaned his face to the crock of my neck making my body stiffen under him. "your so clueless Riley.. Completely," he breathed into my neck. "... Its pretty cute.." his voice playful, chuckling. "You have no right to call me 'cute', Get. Off." I hissed back in a whisper And Never Give In to him; You'll regret it. Riley a 18 year old girl lives in a world ruined by vampires, All of the human race is under slavery, and the world is falling apart. Riley has lived in a orphanage for her whole life, Which has been keeping her out of slavery. But one day three men from the top of the kingdom (where the king and queen lives) Come and take her away. She is forced to become a slave for the Famous Prince Christian. Will she over come her fears and Escape with the help of her new friend Louie? Or Will falling in love with Christian Make her life span thinner? Find out in, 'Forced To Be His'
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"What do you want?" I snap, slamming my locker shut. His casual smirk, messy dark hair, tan skin, strong arms, eerie storm-grey eyes... the list could go on of things I notice- that I shouldn't notice- about him. "Oh, I want a lot of things." He inspects a speck of dirt on his arm. "I'm sure you've heard the news?" His eyes flicker back up to meet mine. Does he know? No. He can't. So I roll my eyes. He can't know that I know, that I would do anything to be the first one he tells. "You'll have to be more specific." I mutter, trying to look casual as I inspect my nails. "Well, it involves a certain title of the swim team," He offers. I shrug. "So you got captain. That's cool. And what do I have to do with that?" He narrows his eyes, trying to read my expression. Unfortunately for him, I have mastered the art of hiding my emotions. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about. During English," He fiddles with his sweater sleeve. "I recall you trying to talk to me," I frown. "Well, I..." He swallows, seeming... nervous? "I'm not doing too great... subject wise. And if I don't pick up my ass soon, I might be forced to quit." He rubbed the back of his neck, making his shirtsleeve slide up his arm to reveal a strong bicep. Not that I notice. I narrow my eyes. "And what do I get back in return?" I cross my arms. I'm going to be late for the bus if we don't hurry. He studies my face. "Name your price." He mirrored my position. I sigh. Money... but I don't need it. Popularity... but I don't want it. I meet his gaze steadily. He lifts his chin, the tiniest bit, but it doesn't intimidate me. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. He's only just taller than me. "Stop pretending to be perfect." All rights reserved. Cover art by me :) but will probably be redone soon

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