This is a story about how I die. But it’s also about love and fighting just to live. It’s about the world; where people hide who they truly are and who they want to be. It's about the people; the people who hate, or love, or cry. It's about the people that lived. Looking back, I’m glad I died. Because I loved. I fought. And I lived.
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Our Blood Is Tainted
FantasyHer mother named her Aaliya, after the great Vampire and Werewolf Queens of old. That itself is bad enough. Cue the murder of her mother, absence of her paranormal father, the full moon Eclipse that threatens to take her brothers humanity, her upsid...
