On a moonlit night, a handsome vampire saved a little girl from two men and took her to his castle. At first, he intended to help her until she woke up, but then he had to take care of her because she lost her memory. The single man suddenly became the brother of a little girl and he had to take care of and teach her until she became an adult. - Samson, what are those two doing? How are they related to each other? – Lucasta asked when she saw a couple hugging and kissing. Samson's eyes followed Lucasta's finger, and he was startled when he realized that the nineteen-year-old girl was curious about the love between a man and a woman. She is still too young to love someone. - Oh, they're brother and sister. Just seconds after the answer, Samson froze as Lucasta innocently held his face with her hand and planted a kiss on his red lips. The gentle kiss she gave him made him fall in love with no way out.
The night was quiet, only a few howls of wolves echoed and sometimes the rustling of leaves because of the chilly wind blowing from time to time.
The full moon floated in the sky, gradually finding a rare space between the dark leaves to see a man with a beautiful face, like a statue lying on a branch of an old tree.
The gentle light from the sky touched the noble-style clothes embroidered with extremely eye-catching patterns with gold thread, making Samson even more outstanding in the dark background. What belongs to him has an almost unique beauty: eyes, lips, mouth, even hands, and feet.
"Throw her away, don't regret a few more dollars. We cannot escape with a child."
A voice interspersed with gasps from below startled Samson, his ruby eyes immediately looking down at the dense dwarf trees.
It's already ten o'clock at night. He didn't expect that there would be someone brave enough to venture into this place known as the "Haunted Forest".
With eyes capable of seeing through the dark, Samson easily recognized them as two men, one tall and one short.
On the man of short stature's shoulder was a little girl, who seemed to have lost consciousness because her arms were hanging loose and swaying with the short man's movements.
The tall man with a large, hairy face continued to persuade his companion when he saw the person opposite him lingered.
"Hurry, before we get discovered we need to go back and get the rest of the money."
"Then let's kill the girl."
The short man said as he threw the little girl into the dry leaves and quickly pulled out a sharp knife.
However, just as he raised the knife high, Samson removed the expensive diamond attached to the collar of his shirt and threw it so hard that the knife punctured a hole and fell into the bushes.
The two men immediately raised their frightened eyes to look up, but the four sides were just rustling leaves.
"The ghost... the ghost... the ghost..."
While the short man was still stammering because he saw those ruby eyes flashing in the dark, Samson quickly moved closer to the two men with a light jump like a feather.
He was still standing on a tall tree branch, crossed his arms, and looking down.
The howls of wolves calling for the pack suddenly resounded, breaking the silence. The wind was also getting stronger and stronger, blowing the carpet of dry leaves everywhere, revealing a bright red diamond.
No one told anyone. The two men simultaneously turned their backs and ran with both legs and arms, looking as if they were mimicking the movements of wolves.
The corner of Samson's lips curled up into a small smile and in a moment he jumped down next to the diamond and picked it up and put it back on his collar.
Although his movements were very agile, he exuded an elegant and polite look, not rushed or hasty.
"Girl, you're lucky. Let see."
Samson said as he approached the little girl and reached out to brush her messy blond hair that was hiding her dusty face and streaks of black smoke.
If he guessed correctly, this girl was only about eight or nine years old, and he didn't know how her parents took care of her and let her be taken away by traffickers.
"I will only take care of you until you wake up. Anyway, your blood is not of good quality."
He picked the girl up and glided quickly in the night wind and an instant, the two of them appeared in front of the ancient castle.
As soon as he reached out to push the gate, two blue rays of light suddenly swept through and a woman's voice sounded as if she was laughing.
"Your taste has changed, right? Did you go to the place where people live to catch prey?"
As soon as Maris finished speaking, she also stopped in front of Samson. She stared at the little girl in the arms of the owner of the gold-plated castle.
It had been a long time since Maris had seen a child because it had been twenty years since she had decided not to step foot in the place where humans lived.
"Sell this girl to me. I need someone to clean the house and yard so that I have time to take care of my beauty."
"How much are you going to pay me?" Samson narrowed his eyes and asked.
"How many bags of blood are enough? Because you need nothing more than blood." Maris shrugged and said.
"Come inside and help me change her clothes."
Maris shrugged again and followed the handsome vampire into the castle.
This was the second time she had seen Samson bring a human to the castle.
A hundred years ago, he also saved a girl with blonde hair, but in the end, his care and affection for the girl were in vain.
When she discovered his identity as a vampire, she tried to escape and was torn apart by wolves.
Although the tragedy had tormented Samson for many years, Maris felt it was a good thing because if the girl escaped the forest, there would be no certainty of his safety.
The group of vampire hunters is still hiding everywhere.
The existence of two castles deep in the murky forest and separated from human view by a thick fog has been a secret for a thousand years.
"These dresses were prepared by you in advance, right? Samson, are you planning to raise an adopted child?" Maris exclaimed in surprise when she saw a large closet filled with elaborate dresses of all sizes.
"I entrust her to you. Don't hurt her."
He laid the little girl down on the bed and looked at Maris's long, sharp claws.
She nodded slightly and in an instant her hand was back to normal, small and beautiful.
After Samson left, Maris immediately chose a simple dress and carried a basin of water to the bed to clean the little girl's body.
The speed of a female vampire was extremely agile, but because she was afraid that she would carelessly scratch the little girl, her movements were rather slow.
The human girl's face was as white as winter snow and her lips as red as lipstick and her long curled eyelashes made Maris admire her.
"If you stay here, I will be ranked second. Oh, this beauty does not seem to belong to the earth."
After Maris changed the new dress for the little girl, she quickly left the room.
She also did not forget to hold in her hand an old dress that was torn and burned in some places.
As Maris stepped out of the room, she saw Samson standing with his arms crossed and his back against the wall. From this angle, he looked even more prominent.
As soon as he heard Maris' clogs hit the precious wooden floor, he immediately turned to her.
"I just help her clean and change her clothes. When she wakes up, please wash her hair." Maris laughed and said.
"Thank you." Samson replied.
"I'm a little curious..."
"If it's not your business, don't ask."
Maris's lips stretched as her question was interrupted by the handsome vampire. She just helped him change the little girl's clothes and now he's saying she wasn't involved?
Maris gave the dress to Samson and quickly left the castle because it was time for her to feed the owls late at night.
As she passed the living room, she saw a bottle of dried blood on the table and took it because she understood it was her reward.
Samson was always so fair from the day she met and knew him. Every time he asked her to do something, he would repay her with dried blood.
The sour smell of the rumpled dress in his hand almost made him vomit down the hallway. He also didn't understand what was wrong with his nose just now that he couldn't sense the mixed smell and he could hold that human girl. Compared to Maris's owls, it was even more terrifying.
"Ah... ah... ah..."
The sound of a child's cry made Samson startle and rush into the room.
If he guessed correctly, the little girl must have woken up and realized she was in a strange place, so she was scared.
However, when the door opened, he saw the little girl was still closing her eyes, her hands were tightly clenched on the blanket and her mouth was constantly screaming, her forehead was wet with sweat even though the night air in the deep forest was extremely cold.
While Samson didn't know how to comfort the human girl, she grabbed his hand and held it tight.
In the end, he had to accept sitting next to her because he was worried that if he pulled his hand away, she would have nightmares again.
Under the golden candlelight, he noticed that on the little girl's neck was a gold chain with a star pendant.
His other hand was free, so he reached out and turned the star upside down.
Just as he thought, underneath was an extremely finely carved inscription.
"Lucasta? Is this your name, little girl?"
Samson's gentle smile was like a flickering fire in the middle of a winter night.
This room once imprinted the footprints of the girl he loved with all his heart and also the girl he hated the most.
If the victim was an adult girl, he would have scared the two men and run away and then he would have left her to the god of luck. However, this girl is still too young.
"Samson, did you catch any of my owls?" Maris's question came from the small window.
"No." He replied.
"Dammit. I just fed it half an hour late, and it left."
Maris sighed and continued walking around Samson's castle, her blue eyes constantly looking around.
After all, her neighbor was only him and he openly hated her owls.
He called them stinky and dirty, even though she cooked rose water and bathed them every day.
While Maris was depressed because she couldn't find the lost owl, it came back and sat on her shoulder.
The red water on the owl's beak startled her, and she quickly wiped it away with her hands and brought it back to her castle because she knew it had just eaten the vine that Samson loved most.
The fire on the yacht caused Erina and Clement to become orphans. Erina was taken home by Hubert and raised as his future daughter-in-law. Since Erina was young, she has been Henry's fiancee, so she has to replace Henry's mother to take care of his every meal and sleep. After many years of being together, Henry fell deeply in love with Erina. However, Erina only considers Henry as a younger brother, and her heart has long embraced the figure of her close friend, Clement. Time passes and the truth behind the fire in the past is gradually revealed, causing all three people to be caught up in the flow of love and resentment.
After picking up an unconscious man on the street, I took him home and took care of him in the hope of earning some money as thanks from his family. However, this man lost his memory and did not know what his name was and where he came from. Seeing that he was quite handsome and healthy, I lied that I was his wife and forced him to work with me to make money. The happy life did not last long when I suddenly read an article about him and discovered that he was a famous cold and cruel billionaire. So, that night, I gathered all my clothes and money and ran away because I was afraid he would punish me for deceiving him.
After Nancy said goodbye to her fiance, she left the city without knowing that because Nathan chased the taxi carrying her, he had a traffic accident that disfigured his entire face. When Nancy returned to the city to work, she worked at the corporation owned by Nathan without even knowing it. She met him again with a different name, and a different face, and quickly fell in love with him. However, when their wedding was about to take place, she discovered that it was all a revenge plan by him, the man with a new name - Dylan.
I entered the storybook I wrote and became the female villain. To avoid the tragic ending in the book, I hastily treated the male lead well, did not force him to serve me, and did not curse, insult, or force him to warm my bed anymore. However, this man actively crawled into my bed every night. “Mistress, am I not serving you well? Are you not satisfied with me?” Nolan hugged my waist from behind, leaned into my ear, and said. What the hell is going on? Shouldn't he be happy when I free him? Is someone already editing my story?
On the day Emily returned to the country, she received a request from her father: to flirt with her ex-lover to marry him and save the Wine company, which was on the verge of bankruptcy. In the flickering light of candles and melodious melodies surrounding them, Kevin used force to hug Emily's small waist, pulling her close to his face and whispering: “Emily, your face is also really thick. Do you think you can still seduce me after you've abandoned me?” “Aren't you hugging me? You chose me to be your dance partner, not the other girls, right?” Emily curled her lips and asked. “Don't be too confident about yourself. I'm just worried that you'll seduce my little brother.” Kevin smiled scornfully. “Then try to hug me tight. If you let go of me, I will seduce your brother.”
For nearly 3 years, Bella lived and worked in Brian's house, she was always teased by him, and he always said he loved her. Everything was repeated until one day she climbed into his bed and had sex with him while drunk. Although Bella tries to forget that memorable night, Brian constantly clings to her. He gave her a diamond ring and asked to marry her. Finally, she was charmed by him and accepted to love him. But events happened and Bella had to choose to leave Brian and when they met again, the wall of hatred and misunderstanding between them kept piling up.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts master—each persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashton’s true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!