Forbitten: The Forbitten Series, #1

By J. P. Uvalle

Praise for Forbitten:

"Twists and turns had me reading this little gem in one sitting." ~ Devilishly Dirty Blog

"JP Uvalle has quickly become one of my favorite authors." ~ Wicked Babes

"Breaking the rules is what this story is all about." Four Chicks Flipping Pages

About the Book:

Sometimes the Sweetest Drop Can Ruin You...

Lord Vladimir - better known as the badass vampire from the past, is awakened to serve his kindred as commander of the brood. Little did he anticipate, he'd be responsible for protecting humans as his own, and have to follow a set of rules to co-exist.

He doesn't do rules, and the lines become blurred when he falls in love with her...

Trinity James - a film student, aspiring to be a talent agent ~ with vibrant blue eyes worth dying for. The problem is...she hates vampires.

With a passion.

Her father died in a war, fighting against vampires. A war that later ended in a peace act between the species. She's been reluctant to follow the rules ever since.

Can Lord Vladimir change her mind about vampires, or will his love for her leave him heartbroken and destroyed?

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. P. Uvalle
• Release date: Nov 4, 2016
• ISBN: 9798201604172

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Forbitten

A Twist of Fate Novella

By

J. P. Uvalle

All Rights Reserved

Forbitten

Copyright © 2016 by J. P. Uvalle. All rights reserved. This copy or any portion thereof may not be reproduced, transmitted, scanned, distributed in any printed or electronic form whatsoever without prior written permission from J. P. Uvalle or the publisher, Beautifully Twisted Publishing.

Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of books or other creative works.

DISCLAIMER:

This book is a work of fiction. While reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the Author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, business establishments, locales, or persons living or dead, is purely coincidental.

WARNING:

Not for the faint of heart. This book contains sexual and disturbing content, and adult language which may be considered offensive to some readers. For readers 18+ years of age.

CONTRIBUTORS:

Edited by: Claire Allmendinger of Bare Naked Words, and Mina S. Love

Cover Design by: Natasha Banks

Cover Art provided by: Shutterstock

About The Book

Sometimes the Sweetest Drop Can Ruin You...

Lord Vladimir - better known as the badass vampire from the past, is awakened to serve his kindred as commander of the brood. Little did he anticipate, he'd be responsible for protecting humans as his own, and must follow a set of rules to co-exist.

He doesn't do rules, and the lines become blurred when he falls in love with her...

Trinity James - a film student, aspiring to be a talent agent ~ with vibrant blue eyes worth dying for. The problem is...she hates vampires.

With a passion.

Her father died in a war fighting against vampires. A war which later ended in a peace pact between the species. She's been reluctant to follow the rules ever since.

Can Lord Vladimir change her mind about vampires, or will his love for her leave him heartbroken and destroyed?

Table of Contents

Title

Copyright

About the Book

Quote

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Author Bio

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"He saw the darkness in her beauty.

She saw the beauty in his darkness."

~ Unknown

Chapter One

Lord Vladimir

THROUGH GLAZED PREDATORY eyes, I watch over her as she sleeps. Hours pass before she finally moves to lie on her back. Only then, are her delicate and supple features unveiled to me. Admiring the soft lines and curves of her face and body, I sigh in awe. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. And I've seen many. It takes a lot to impress a Lord like me. But her, she does so effortlessly, captivating me with her beauty. I love the way her sun-kissed skin glistens underneath the light of the moon.

I wonder what color her eyes are.

I tilt my head, squinting to activate my x-ray vision and smirk when I confirm they are an ocean shade of blue.

I like blue.

I trail my probing eyes down past her cute nose to her lips, becoming increasingly hypnotized by the juiciness of them. Pouty and plump, they part as a subtle burst of air leaves them. I gasp softly, suppressing the urge to kiss them. Taste them. I lick my lips. They look incredibly delicious. I want her. I crave her. Who is this girl? What is she doing to me?

I need a more exciting social life. This is pathetic! I refrain from snorting.

This enticing girl sleeps so peacefully I'd hate to wake her. I listen to the heightened sound of her breath flow quietly in and out of her nose. Then her eyes slightly twitch under her eyelids, and I know she's dreaming. I wait for her state of sleep to lighten—the perfect moment to ask as I continue to levitate in a parallel position above her, protruding my fangs into plain view. The hunger multiplies by the second, smelling the sweetest scent of type B negative blood seeping from her pores. My favorite: one of the rarest and most sustaining blood types. 

The sensation grows, and pain begins to burn in my veins. I’ve not had an ounce of blood course through them since the elders awakened me to command. Two-hundred years have passed since I've indulged in the kiss and pleasure of tasting copper on my tongue. But tonight, I hoped to put this drought to an end. If only I could bring myself to ask and bite her. As a blood-sucking vampire, Lord of the Brood, I act as the protector of our elders, kindred, and society, and they depend on me to be at my strongest.

Wake her up already! I tell myself while honing in on her pulsating jugular vein. 

By the increase of her heart rate, BA-BOOM, BA-BOOM, BA-BOOM, I suspect she's having a nightmare. Groaning, she rotates to her side, and a strand of her lustrous black hair falls over her cheek. I hover down, unable to resist the temptation to move it. My fingertips graze across her soft cheek, and I tuck the wavy strand behind her ear. From my delicate touch, the blue-eyed beauty stirs awake. In a panic, I zip out of the open window in which I came and land on the rooftop overlooking the city of New York. My city, where vampires and humans co-exist, as long as both sides follow the rules set upon us. Our kind rules the night while our humans rule the day.

A flash pulls up next to me, revealing the attractive subservient named Delia that the elders had appointed to me. Times certainly have changed; I'm used to having a ghoul follow me around like a lost puppy.

I’ll take her over a ghoul, any day.

I steal a glimpse of her untimely beauty as her knee-length white hair separated by black streaks, floats in the wind. They cover her almond-shaped eyes that burn fiercely behind flyaway strands of hair.

She smiles and cocks her head, inquisitively. My Lord, how was your meal? I’m sure she was scrumptious. 

I clear my throat. Scrumptious...yes. I turn quickly and walk away to hide my deceit. We should move along; the rest of the brood needs to feed.

She follows without question. Yes, my Lord. 

MIDTOWN, MY BROOD, along with my subservient and I, roam the streets freely and stroll into a blood bar packed with willing participants. The rules of feeding state that we are only allowed one feed a night supplied by a healthy and offering donor. Blood draining or killing of a human is prohibited. If a vampire were to kill or turn a human without permission from the elders’ council, the accused would be excommunicated from the city, or worse, destroyed by an elder. And going against an elder is a definite no-win situation, for they are the most powerful beings of all. All sired by elders, we naturally are inclined to follow the rules, some more inclined than others. For vampires, valuing our hierarchy system runs potent in our blood.

Although vampires are superior, we must treat the humans as equals and not as slaves, protecting them as our own kin. This rule was set forth to eliminate discrimination and maintain order among the species. And for the past two-hundred years, these rules—I'm still getting accustomed to—are surprisingly working. Who would have thought that our kind would ever be accepted by society and not viewed as monsters—the way we were treated in my last two-hundred years of command.

Bar Sanguine Luxuriae is dimly lit, adding to the gothic ambiance. To me, this is the only acceptable bar midtown. Donors are exclusive members, carry a blood type card, and pass a health screen every six months to offer blood. I take it upon myself only to serve the highest quality of blood to my brood and elders. 

After you, my Lord, Ozario, my second in command says, motioning me past the bouncers who are also vampires. A vivacious brunette sways up to us in a black, skin-tight cocktail dress and greets me with a seductive smile.

Lord Vladimir, it's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance finally. I've read a lot about you. She touches my arm, giving me another glance over with her