Vampiric princess by K S (good books to read for adults .TXT) 📖

spoke dearly. I tried hard to focus on her name without asking her directly. Her name is Larissa, and as for her husband his name is Charles.

“May I ask, why me, Mr. and Mrs. Richardson,” I asked politely. I could tell they didn’t want to tell me just yet but they did anyway.

“You need to marry our son, Ms. Angulis.” I wanted to gasp or show some sign of emotion, but instead I stood there emotionless. I listen to my heartbeat to digress my thought. Then my mind slowly slipped back to the questions racing in my mind. Who's their son?
I didn’t hesitant when they opened the door for me to leave with them, I just slowly slipped through. Well at least there I would have to suffer pain. They led me to what had to be one of the most expensive car on earth. I stood there taken aback. I climbed into the back seat and closed my eyes waiting for the car to come to a stop. I began to arrange a list of question for them in my head: A. Who is their son? 2. Did he heal me without medication? 3. Why me? And A. Who is their son? I opened my eyes before the car came to a stop but I noticed we were arriving in an drive way, a very large drive way to a castle-like home. I took a deep breath to take it all in. The car came to a stop then Charles turned it off. We all stepped out of the care, and they led me to their castle. I might be exaggerating about it being a castle but the mansion looks like one.
Chapter three- Excuse me, did i hear that right?

Once we got into the mansion, they told the housekeeper to show me around so I won’t get lost. She smiled at me and took my hand lightly, first taking me up the stairs. As we walked up the stairs I was stunned at how the walls were painted with such detail. We made it up to the top of the stairs and turned left, into a hall with a picture of someone on each side. On one side was a picture of a woman in the age of 36, but by the age of the picture itself was at least 336 years old. I stopped in my tracks to examine it more. The housekeeper noticed and stopped to. The lady in the picture had crystal blue eyes with light hair as mine is. She had the same fair skin, there is such a resemblance between the woman in this picture and me. Even the cheek muscles are the same as mine. I was shocked when I read her name plate. ELIZABETH ANGULIS, 1657. The housekeeper must’ve looked at the picture to because she kept glancing from the picture to me, and looked dumbfounded.
I shook my head and she did the same and returned to give me a tour of the mansion. She showed me everything from the library to the kitchen, even the cleaning supply room, which I bet the Richardson’s don’t know about. We made our way back to the living room where the Richardson’s were sitting.
I decided to sit in the window seat, they always comforted me the most. I bit my lip not wanting to break the silence but wanting to know more about everything. Looking over to them I was ready to speak when the front door opened and got slammed. That’s harsh, even to a door. I sigh, I’ll never get to ask my questions. Then I heard the front door open and slam again. I raise my eyebrow and the Richardson’s laughed. I took this as an advantage, and went over the questions in my head.

“Excuse me but, I have some questions. A. Who is your son? 2. Did Mr. Richardson heal me without medication? 3. Why me? And D. Who is your son? Also, this one might be very easy for you to answer, is Elizabeth Angulis my mother,” I questioned out loud this time hoping for an answer. After saying all those questions I could see they were thinking stealing glances at each other.

“Yes, Elizabeth was your mother, also she was the queen. Not the queen of England. For A and D, our son is Skylar, he goes to your school. For 2, I Did indeed it’s my special gift. Lastly 3, because you’re mother was the queen therefore you are the princess, it runs in your blood. You have royalty in your blood, it’s called the royal bloodline,” he answered then continued, “anymore questions, princess silver?” I shook my head, that’s all the truth I can take in a day. Skylar Richardson, I’ve known him since kindergarten, yet I can’t seem to remember his face.
I must’ve been in a deep train of thought because I didn’t hear when the front door opened or closed. I know it had to, otherwise Skylar wouldn’t be standing there in the middle of the doorway. Damn it, Skylar is the one who witnessed my little trouble with the vine, I hate so much.

‘Silver, I have to marry Silver? This is going to be an experience of a life time.’ Skylar thought starring at me watching my every move.

“That’s not very polite of you to think Skylar,” I accused with the hurt sinking into my words. His eyes widen a little but then they slowly went back to normal like he would’ve expected me to know how to hear his thoughts which I have no clue how I can even do it. I wonder what Skylar’s gift is? Skylar is 18, dark brown hair, and light green eyes, fair and flawless skin. How could I not remember him, he looks so perfect?
I sigh and look back out the window watching the rain suddenly turn into snow. I would’ve asked them but I was to busy enjoying how the white flakes landed on the ground, and then melt down into water. How am I so clam after what they told me? Everything is changing, I’m a princess apparently, I’m in an arranged marriage and well, the most shocking is that I’m a vampire. I don’t even have a thirst for blood, this can’t be possible. I felt Skylar’s eyes on me again, I could tell because it always sent chills down my spine. When I looked at him I saw he was starring at me trying to figure me out.

‘She’s always looking shy and scared of something, but she’s beautiful, I don’t get why everyone even me so a short while hated her,’ He thought. I am not shy, my mood changed to defensive mode.

“I’m not shy,” I exclaimed drawing his attention.

“Why are you listening to my thoughts, silver,” he asked modestly, with his eyebrow looking like a question mark.

“I don’t try, it sounds more like you’re thoughts are being yelled at, I can’t help but hear them.” I look down and away from him. Oh I see, the whole ‘always shy and scared of something’ I’m always hiding from everyone because they never accepted me.

“So, do you even like me?” He looked at me expecting a true answer.
“No.”
“Yes, you do, Silver.”
“No. I don’t Skylar,” I assured him.
“Yes.”
“No!”
“Yes, don’t lie to yourself."

I groaned and looked at him, he was smirking.
"No, I truthfully do not like you, to be honest I do not even know you."

I look over at his parents, who I forgot was in the room, they seemed amused by our little argument. I sigh and go back to looking out the window. I pull up my knees to my chest and hug them there. I wish I was at the foster home, lament, but normal. This is terribly wrong, I am not a vampire I can’t be, and I just can’t especially the princess. Closing my eyes I wish that this was all a unfortunate dream and when I open my eyes I’ll be back in the foster home. Hoping once I open my eyes to see my messed up room from trying to get away from Ms. Debbie, but I didn’t I opened my eyes to the window I was looking out.

Chapter four- Skylar's P.o.v

I stare at Silver, she is one of the most beautiful girls at our school, yet she is so quiet. Every girl in our school envy’s her I assume that’s why they hate her. They’ve hated her from the beginning not even giving her a chance to change their mind. Her light brown curly hair flowing down to her waist, with the most flawless pale skin. Her eyes are what captures everyone though, they are silver, hence the name. She always averts her eyes everywhere away from anyone, never talks, very smart. She is unlike anyone I’ve ever meet. When I found out she was who I was marrying I couldn’t help but examine her, the way she talks to someone, the way she walks and hides. The way she trips over vines, then hates them. I laugh at that but out loud, which I regret, because now everyone’s eyes are on me.

“Sorry I thought of something, I’m just going to my room,” I say awkwardly and make my way out of the room and up the stairs. Why am I so stupid? I head to my room and sit on the bed motionless. Why can’t I stop thinking about her, she probably is thinking of a escape route out of here by now. What does she mean she doesn’t even know me, we’ve been in each other’s classes since kindergarten? I frown, why can’t she just fall under my spell like any other girl would. No, I’m going to make her love me the old fashion way. I energetically jump off my bed and run down the stairs and walk into the living room, where I find Silver bored as ever. I smile