《Forced to Raise Yanderes for a Living》1.12 Bad Blood
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Is this guy out of his mind? For him to even suggest that...
"Don't mess around," I said in a nonsense voice as I shook my head. "Do you want me to turn into a bloodthirsty monster?"
Stefan lost his enthusiasm almost immediately. "I just..." He trailed off with his voice. "I want to grow up quicker. So, I can stand by your side as a man."
I wanted to roll my eyes at his naivety. But the words grow up... it struck a chord with me. My mission will only end once Stefan reaches adulthood. And the only way for that to happen is if he drinks lots of...
WHAT AM I THINKING? I can't go along with this! Not only would I be risking my own life, but this will make Stefan think it's okay to drain people of their blood!
As Stefan continued to sulk dejectedly, he flopped turned his back to me and he flopped down on his side to sleep. "One day I swear I'm gonna create a blood bond with you, Vana."
A blood bond? This is the first I'm hearing of that. But rather than further indulge him in his delusions, I decided to drop the subject instead. I hope that when morning comes, he'll have come to his senses.
"Vana, could you please accompany Nicholas into town today?" Mr Grigori asked without looking up from the documents he was signing off on.
I knew this day would come eventually. I just didn't think Mr Grigori would be the one to force me to go with Nick...
"What about Stefan?" I asked, hoping that I could stay at home to look after him instead.
Mr Grigori leaned back into his chair and looked outside his window silently. "The weather is dull today, which means that Stefan would have no problems with waking outside..." Mr Grigori slowly turned away from the window and back to his documents. "But I would like to discuss certain matters with my son today."
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Once he was done with his signing he stared at a photo on his desk of Atticus. "I intend to take a personal business trip in a week. If possible, I would like Stefan to accompany me."
A personal business trip... Perhaps it was a ruse so that he could bury Atticus in secret? It would be the only way for him to get closure. Although having Stefan accompany him wouldn't be the best decision in my opinion. But it's not my place to concern myself with the Grigori's personal affairs...
"Alright then, I shall get ready immediately then." I hesitantly obliged.
As I walked through the grey stone town with shopping bags in hand, I felt stress building up, the longer I was by Nick's side. "I'm glad we got the opportunity to be alone today," Nick said cheerily.
I can't say the same. I looked around for any potential escape routes. But what good what does that do anyway? I can't just up and abandon Nick. We work in the same household after all...
"Are you thirsty?" Nick asked as he pointed towards a local tavern. Had I got the chance I would've said no, but Nick was practically marching towards the tavern regardless of my input on the matter.
Just as I started to catch up with him, I noticed something in the corner of my eye. Is that... Stefan? Has he been following me this entire time?
I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. How could Stefan possibly be here? As I dropped my shopping, I made my way towards the boy hiding behind the corner to confirm my suspicions.
As Stefan watched me approach him, his face lit up like a Christmas tree. Had it been a second later I'm almost positive that he would've called my name in glee. But before either one of us could properly react, a man dressed in black pulled a sack over Stefan's head.
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"STEFAN!" I roared in horror. As I tried to make my way through the crowd, I was pushed further away from Stefan.
Eventually, Nick must've noticed my disappearance as he ran to my side in concern. "Vana, what's wrong?" He asked in a loud voice to speak over the bustling outdoor crowd.
"S-S-Someone has just kidnapped Stefan!" I cried in fear. As Nick eased his hold on me, he attempted to search for Stefan himself in the sea of unfamiliar faces. Unfortunately, his findings ended in zilch.
Not wanting to waste a second longer, I bullied my way through the crowd. Not caring for who I may have accidentally elbowed in the face. Once I had successfully reached the other side, I was at a loss. No matter where I looked, Stefan was nowhere to be found.
I felt my world start to cave in on me as I started to stumble around. I grabbed a hold of a nearby wall as I tried to make sense of everything.
"VANA!" Nick yelled as he chased after me. I felt my stomach turn as I watched him make his way towards me.
Just as I was about to straighten myself up a sack was suddenly placed over my head. I couldn't believe this... I was being kidnapped too???
As I slowly regained my consciousness, I awoke to the sound of slow dripping. It would appear that I was in some kind of underground bunker. But to my relief, Stefan was merely inches away from me. Albeit he was tied up and still unconscious.
"Stefan?" I said in a hushed voice. There was no response.
"Vana? Are you okay?" A voice spoke up from behind. I slowly craned my neck around to see Nick tied up in a similar fashion to myself. I was almost surprised that Nick managed to get entangled in this mess too.
But before I could even ask him if he knew what was going on, the door to the room opened with a loud bang. And in strolled a man I was somewhat familiar with.
"I see you're finally awake now." Count Borovsky said as he crouched down to face me.
"You..." I said in a crocked voice. "What do you want?" I asked as I couldn't stop trembling.
"What do I want?" He remarked to himself as he batted his eyelashes. With a mischievous smile, he then proceeded to reach for the side of my face. "You, Vicky."
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The Lonely King
He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do."Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake."Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.
8 339The White Hawk
One thousand years after the fall of the patriarchal god, Izdun, forces old and new conspire to undermine the reign of the Sœurarchy that replaced him. They are a sisterhood of immortal elven women whom most of those under their rule accept as goddesses, but many others believe to be merely demonic witches possessing more power at their deposal than wisdom to use it. Leresai Fervarryn serves at the behest of Lady Intrigue, Rhoethella. She is sent to confront a regional lord whose hand seems to be at the center of recent tumult. Born of a proud people historically known for their rejection of divine providence over them, her own motivations for serving as Rhoethella's most feared intelligencer remain enigmatic.
8 134Hiraeth || F. Meizuo
【𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟖!】....❝𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.𝘈𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.𝘗𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘺, 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤, 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳..𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘦𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘐 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬... 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴.❞ (I don't own Meteor Garden 2018 or its plot and characters. I only own Shuijing and my added details to the story.)
8 295The Orc's Consort
*Editing*"Jas...Jasper," I gasped as he pulled his slick fingers from between my legs. Would he finally take me? At one time in my life, I could never dream of submitting myself to Orc, but Jasper Bloodborne, chief of the Northern Orruk horde, had his grip on my heart. "Please," I whispered, begging him once more. I could feel his bulge grow, digging into my mound. He released his soft lips from my breast and looked at me with pure lust. He reached down and undid the top button of his pants, looking at me as he did. He undid another and lowered his hand to undo the last button. He paused in suspense. "Are you sure you are ready for me little warrior?" He said as the corner of his lip curled.I look back up with pleading eyes. I nodded, and he undid the last button. His girth burst forth fully erect. Oh, gods, he's so massive. I didn't imagine he'd be this huge. "That will never fit." I gasped22 year old Lady Brenna of Blackwater Hold had been dealt away to the Northern Orruk horde by her father. At first, she could not understand how her father could trade her away to these beasts. Were they beasts, her father taught her to believe this? She would learn that her father was the true monster. He had traded her away to save his skin after he wronged the Orruk Chief Jasper Bloodborne. Jasper had been so kind and gentle with her, something she thought an Orc was incapable of. Could she grow to love him?
8 307The Red Door
When Mollie starts to prefer the dreams she's having to the painful reality of life, she's forced to choose between embracing a fantasy or the man she loves. *****Since she was seven, Mollie Cutright has known two truths: she loves Howard Flynn and her dreams are the most magical part of her life. Each day she suffers at the hands of her abusive parents, but each night she is surrounded by a loving family who call her by a different name. Growing up in 1930's Virginia, no one has patience for a girl who might be mad, so Mollie strives to keep her dreams (and how often they intrude on her reality) a secret. But when her secret comes out, Mollie is sent to an asylum, though not before she and Howard are secretly engaged. It is at the asylum she discovers the dreams are echoes of her past lives. She's an immortal, if she makes a journey to claim her heritage. The problem is, if she continues down this path, she can never see Howard, the love of her life, again.[[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]
8 117That Indian Woman | √
Calcutta, India. 1899Being a woman in this age means being tied under the shackles created by the British and an equally orthodox society. Headstrong and outgoing, Anvesha doesn't care what people think about her. She is not one of those women who stay in their homes and pop children for their husbands. She is determined to pry her freedom. Alexander Stewart is a "childishly" arrogant man of eighteen. His journey to life begins when he comes to India with his two best friends, Matthew Hemmings and Jordan Wedlock. The day he crosses paths with the fierce looking Indian woman, he's sure that coming to India was the worst of his decisions. But will time change his mind?A feeling other than hatred; would something develop? (Descriptions would really be the death of me. Don't be disappointed, give this book a chance ^_^ ) ...A/N: Please note that:- • I do not own the pictures in the cover, I found them on google. Enjoy! #1 IN HISTORICAL FICTION!#1 IN TEENAGER! © 2015 Bhavini Sharma All Rights Reserved
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