a book by WHORV06 and myself
WHORV06 made the Cover as well
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Summary
Eva Claire girl loves her family will some of them anyway she never got along with her mother and her dad's half ass as far as she can remember but her sister was the...
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When people ask me what family means to me ? I always say that family is those who I would fight for, die for, and live for. Usually the last one is the hardest.
Why?
Because when you protect those you love is the time when you risk your life putting it on the line Just so they could live and most of the time those who protect are never the ones last standing.
I'm Eva, Eva Claire. I'm an older sister and I've only got two people I consider family. One is my sister Davina Who is a witch like me and the other is Marcel. The Vampire king of new Orleans, more specifically the French quarter. My mother died after thinking that letting my sister sacrifice herself for something called the harvest was alright
Wanna hear the worst part?
Is that some consider it a myth. Yes, a myth! So I don't even know if it was real. I've always hated my coven they have these rules and ways of doing things I don't like. That's why I'm technically a loner witch.
Luckily the day of the Harvest Marcel had come just in time before my sister's throat would of been sliced open. Since then we've kept Davina in a church attic hidden in secret for her own safety.
And what if someone dared come after her ? Oh god have mercy on that poor soul, cause I won't.
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In the world, there are many types of music. Pop, trap, rap, rock, but none of those compare to the new Orleans music. Oh, that old kind of energetic rhythm that would run through your veins and immediately put you in such a good mood.
At least, that's how it's for me. I love New Orleans and this is my home, my Kingdom has Marcel often likes to put it. He thinks that I should also have a part in his realm and I won't argue with that.
Our voices rang through the bar as we sang our lungs out and full power and the crowd cheered us on. I laughed as Marcel put his arm around my shoulder.
