PHILOPHOBIA ▶ E. Mikaelson [1] ✓

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

My book is inspired by The Originals, with slight bits of The Vampire Diaries. Watching both shows will probably be the best in order to understand the story.

All rights go to the creator Julie Plec and both her shows (The Originals/The Vampire Diaries). I own nothing but the characters that have come from my own imagination.

Original Characters do not belong to me.

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Heaven Angel THE DRIVER ERA

Hard to find, you're one of a kind, girl

Why can't you fly? My heaven, angel

I get so shy being right by your side

It's no surprise that you caught my eye

Baby, tonight, won't you be mine?

Be my woman

Girl, girl

There's no one better and you should know that

It could be a problem too 'cause

We're watching as we burn down

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Warnings

Sexual content, Mature audiences

Mystic Falls, Virginia

A fucking palace.

I looked past all the large groups of people and the top of their heads at the high ceilings, most of the area decorated with sparkly, expensive chandeliers. There was a white grand staircase that stood out in the center of the large entryway, taking the spotlight from the other aspects of the place, such as the hundreds of men and their classic black tie attire or the many champagne tables.

I knew Elijah and his family weren't called The Originals for nothing and I knew they had money. But they were basically royalty... and this house Elijah referred to as their mansion, this was damn near a palace.

Glancing down at the long pale blue gown on my body, I couldn't help but notice every other woman in the room had on a ball gown.

Fucking great. Why did I even think about accepting Elijah's invitation?