(VERY old, but re-published.)
❝ She was rare, and he knew he could never compare her to other women. She was a Celestial nymph, causing cosmic warfare with his soul. She was his Supernova. ❞
Or
In wh...
┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓ Remember to drink water, eat something, take your medication, you are loved and important. |__________༻❁༺_________|
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❝ I am flesh and blood, but not human. I haven't been human for over a thousand years. ❞
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┏━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━┓ NOW. (NEW ORLEANS.) |__________༻❁༺_________|
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"OH, Hayley! Where are you?" Desideria Fiore Cattaneo sang loudly as she stormed into the plantation with a glass of half drunken champagne in her hand and a bottle in the other.
She had absolutely no idea how she had gotten her hands on either of them.
Hayley Marshall laughed and entered the kitchen where Desideria was sitting on the counter, hugging her knees to her chest.
"Are you drunk?" The werewolf snickered.
Mineva rolled her eyes. "Spero che. I'm tipsy at most."
(I wish.)
"Anyways, I spoke to my brat of a son and, drumroll please!" She drummed her fingers on the counter. "You're allowed in the Quarter!"
