Novel & Cerita My Dear Cold Blooded King

I frowned, my eyes tracking her gaze down to Kaelen's shredded leather doublet. The massive, expanding pool of dark blood that had stained the capital marble floors was gone. The jagged gash King Richard's execution blade had carved across his torso wasn't decomposing; it was weeping a thick, viscous black ink that throbbed with a cold, rhythmic frequency beneath his skin. The physical body was cold, but the cold void behind my sternum suddenly gave a synchronized twitch that made my own breath lock. "A magical illusion," I whispered, a sudden wave of horror crashing over my consciousness.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Dua questioned, fear seeping into her voice. The maid opened her mouth, revealing her sharp fangs. Dua's eyes widened, her whole being trembling. "V...va...vampire?" The maid gripped Dua tighter, bringing her fangs to Dua's neck. Dua closed her eyes, letting out a loud scream. The door burst open, and in a blink of an eye, the King, Alexander was there. His hand gripping the maid's jaw tightly, just a breath from Dua's skin.

He was so inhumane. I watched through my tear-filled eyes as the King leaned down and carried mother bridal style, his legs keeping him unsteady as he wobbled out of the room. The loud tingling of bells suddenly erupted into my head and I soon found myself shrieking with discomfort as the image blacked out again. No! I needed to see the end of this. I wanted to find out what the coldblooded Vampire King would do to mother.

The title was also "The Wedding of the Two Families: Thomas-Clare, The King of Electronics is about to move into the Fashion World." Vest made to order the highest quality, wearing white gloves, at first glance Derek Thomas is tall, handsome, full of the aristocracy of upper society. That image seemed to live in front of his eyes, the sweet voice of that person, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into the voice of the devil. Claude suddenly flipped through the magazine. He was afraid that if he watched it any longer, he would tear the magazine to pieces. "Can you go yet?"

There was now only the quiet crunching of glass and the dripping of her blood onto the floor. The office door banged open, and the lights flicked on. "SAPPHIRA!" Alpha Kai put the total weight of his power on her, but it barely registered. Her eyes narrowed, adjusting to the light, and her fangs elongated as she crouched lower into her stance. "You've been holding out on me, Kai." King Evander stepped into the room; his hands stuffed deep into his pockets. The picture of leisurely arrogance. Alpha Kai grunted as he let the King come closer, his jasmine and lilac scent filling the room. Sapphira sucked in a breath but didn't drop her guard.

Xavier furrowed his brows. "Brother?" "Yes, he had a younger brother who was murdered by someone. Ashton loved him too much and his sudden death left a huge impact on his mind. He was emotionally broken and that's how he came into the dark world. Do you know that Ashton Finn is famous as the Blood King in the underworld because he loves to shed blood of his enemies? He tortures his enemy in the most brutal and vicious way that anyone could ever imagine. He is a bloodthirsty beast but what I am worried about that why is he after you?", Albert told Xavier in a serious tone. Xavier frowned.

I arched my back and shut my eyes by the sensation it had brought all over my body. I didn’t know that foreplays could be like this. Now I know why all the women the King had fed on ended up begging for more each time. I couldn’t understand why they would want to be devoured all over again. I was wrong. There wasn’t pain. Just raw pleasure, the kind that only this King could bestow. I couldn’t even feel that Zachary was feeding on my energy since I felt it was only natural for my knees to go weak because of what he was doing to me.

My mind tried to comprehend how one could move that fast as I strained to hear their words. My ear perking up as the newly made sneered, laughing sardonically, "The King of Vampires graces a low life with his presence". The King of Vampires, I thought, my eyes going round as saucers and the newly made continued, "To what do I owe the pleasure, Jacob?" And the floodgate of memories unleashed itself on my mind.

The atmosphere tensed up, as fear gripped all of them. Meanwhile, sitting on the throne now, is a figure, dressed in all black, with a big black cloak, on his body, the big hoodie, covering his head, making his face invisible, but anyone could tell that he is a dangerous creature. Standing up on his feet, slowly, he took his hand to his head, and held the tip of the hoodie, before letting it fall off his face, revealing the most beautiful face ever. Yes, he's beautiful, he is a man, but saying he's cute or handsome, is an understatement. His lips are the most perfect lips, which you would kill to have a taste of, his pointed nose, the most beautiful of them all, which your fingers would itch

Tepatnya Sejak Mbok Hilda berusia empat belas tahun, sebelum Daren dan Davian lahir. Davian sangat menyukai masakan Mbok Hilda. Favoritnya adalah semur jengkol dan tumis kangkung. Semenjak orang tua Davian bercerai —waktu itu usia Davian masih tujuh tahun dan Daren sepuluh tahun— dan hak asuh Davian jatuh di tangan Papinya, sedangkan Maminya membawa Daren ke Swiss karena Oma sakit parah, Mbok Hilda-lah yang Davian anggap sebagai Ibu kedua. Bahkan jika Papinya berniat menikahi Mbok Hilda waktu itu, Davian akan sangat setuju. Tapi ternyata, Papinya malah menikah dengan ABG baru lulus SMA yang menyebalkan dan terpaksa ia panggil dengan sebutan Mami Bintang.