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The Undead's Personal Slave

Samantha never expected to find magic in her hometown, let alone in a dimly lit bar on a rainy Tuesday night. Yet here she was, perched on a barstool at the Black Swan, her world about to tilt on its axis. The air thrummed with an otherworldly energy she couldn't quite place. Ethereal dancers moved like smoke across the floor, their bodies fluid and mesmerizing. As Samantha nursed her drink, she felt the weight of curious stares prickling her skin. That's when she saw him. Marcus. A name she didn't know yet, but one that would soon be etched into her very soul. Their eyes locked across the crowded room, and Samantha's breath caught in her throat. He moved with predatory grace, all lean muscle and barely restrained power. Their first interaction was as intoxicating as it was bewildering. One moment, he was her gallant protector, rescuing her from an overly aggressive drunk. The next, his eyes hardened to chips of ice as he snarled, "Stupid girl," before melting into the shadows. Samantha's mind reeled, but her body hummed with an excitement she couldn't explain. Little did she know, this encounter was merely the first step into a world beyond her wildest fantasies – a realm where vampires ruled the night and pain blurred exquisitely with pleasure. As she delved deeper into this hidden society, Samantha found herself drawn to the intoxicating blend of power, submission, and supernatural allure. The crack of a whip, the whisper of leather, the exquisite sting of fangs – each sensation pushed her boundaries and ignited desires she never knew existed. But with every ecstatic high came the sobering reality of danger. Vampire politics were as deadly as they were intricate, and Samantha soon realized she was a pawn in a game where the stakes were life, death, and eternal servitude. As she left the Black Swan that night, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that she stood on the precipice of something life-changing. She had no idea how right she was, or how deeply she would fall into a passionate, dangerous dance with forces beyond her imagination. The real question was: in this world where pleasure and peril intertwined so intimately, would she emerge empowered... or lose herself completely?
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"Did he touch you?," he asked as his blood red eyes looked intensely into her purple ones. "Y-yes, b-but it w-was unintentional," she said nervously. "Still defending him, are we, huh? Intentional or unintentional, I don't want anyone touching what's mine, do you understand?," he whispered the last sentence in her ears, while running his thumb on her lips. She nodded, looking into his eyes that had become a shade darker. "Words.....snow," he said pressing her against the closet behind her, before leaning in towards her, "I need words." "Y-yes, I-i understand." "Good," he said, before leaning in completely and capturing her lips with his in an intense kiss. ********* Hazel Snow had never thought she would fall in love with the devilishly beautiful senior, during her first year at the University. She had just lost both her parents in an unfortunate accident and had moved to stay with her only relative. Not wanting to be a burden to her Aunt, her dad's younger sister, she accepted the admission letter from the best University in the country. She had decided to stay away from people, but her resolve only started to crumble after her very first encounter with the beautiful senior who was able to make her turn red. Ian knew that his black heart had been stolen by the little human with the glasses, who was able to make his dead heart come to life. Ian, who was not able to love, found himself craving the love and attention of the little human with the glasses. She was not only able to make his dead heart skip beats, she is also able to bring out his darkest side. She fell first, but he fell harder. She was his light, but he was her darkness.
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