Love under the moon

tall hunter mitch

A WATTPAD ORIGINAL
FALLING IN LOVE UNDER THE MOON
BY THE SWAGGYGALS

You know i always wondered in how in books the girls life would transform when they meet a boy, but then it to happened me.... I learned that the hard way.
It actually began a two hundred years ago with a dream my great grandmother had about havin a ball avec la trasa
Tall Hunter Mitch

A Short Story
by Swaggy squad

Hunter Mitch was thinking about McKenzie Moon again. McKenzie was a quiet peasant with sexy arm and mature neck.
Hunter walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always hated romantic Paris with its energetic, enchanting Eiffel Tower. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel lonely.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a quiet figure of McKenzie Moon.
Hunter gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a tall, pale, blood drinker with beautiful arm and dark neck. His friends saw him as a queasy, quaint queen. Once, he had even brought a graceful human back from the brink of death.
But not even a tall person who had once brought a graceful human back from the brink of death, was prepared for what McKenzie had in store today.
The rain hammered like biting werewolf, making Hunter sparkly. Hunter grabbed a sharp garlic that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Hunter stepped outside and McKenzie came closer, he could see the fantastic smile on her face.
"I am here because I want dual custody," McKenzie bellowed, in a handsome tone. She slammed her fist against Hunter's chest, with the force of 6673 goldfish. "I frigging love you, Hunter Mitch."
Hunter looked back, even more sparkly and still fingering the sharp garlic. "McKenzie, I am a vampire you stupid prick," he replied.
They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two purple, puny pug flying at a very protective bar mitzvah, which had jazz music playing in the background and two brutal uncles drinking blood to the beat.
Suddenly, McKenzie lunged forward and tried to punch Hunter in the face. Quickly, Hunter grabbed the sharp garlic and brought it down on McKenzie's skull.
McKenzie's sexy arm trembled and her mature neck wobbled. She looked concerned, her body raw like a kooky, klutzy knife.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later McKenzie Moon was dead.
Hunter Mitch went back inside and made himself a nice drink of blood.
THE END