The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

A dark mysterious vampire fantasy novel * Everyone has heard of the tale of the Beauty and Beast. About a father who picks up a Rose for his daughter. About a daughter who sacrifices herself for her father. And a tormented Prince cursed by a fairy. What if Vampires weren't as sparkly as some people said them to be? What if there was more to the story than just Beauty and the Beast? Say hello to a beauty and The Beast retelling. This is Beauty and The Vampire: It All Started with a Rose. #1 Retteling #1 What's Hot #Featured

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Es el último año en Hogwarts, y las cosas parecen a ver cambiado mucho. ¿Qué pasaría si el Trío De Oro se rompiera? ¿Y si ahora las serpientes ya no son enemigos si no amigos? Muchas son las cosas que pueden suceder a lo largo de un año, y la pareja protagonista de esta novela, será la encargada de demostrar tal afirmación.

Después de la derrota de Voldemort, de ganar la batalla, la vida de nuestros protagonistas cambia. Un simple baile, hará que se remuevan sentimientos que parecían inexistentes.

Malfoy se lamentaba de tantas cosas, pero ya era tarde para enmendarlas, ya no disponía del tiempo y aunque lo tuviera las personas importantes en su vida se habían ido para jamás regresar, esa era la realidad, la verdad de un destino miserable que lo condenaba a la más absoluta soledad. Hermione fue corrompida por el odio, ya no le quedaba nada, estaba aun mas destrozada y muerta que sus propios padres que yacían sin vida en medio de la sala.

Corría con desesperación, el aire le comenzaba a faltar pero no podía parar tenía que seguir corriendo por su vida. Sus pies se movían automáticamente, sin rumbo fijo, solo sabía que tenía que escapar, no le importaba a donde... Era una carrera por su vida. Harry y Ron jamás se darían por vencidos, así estuviera muerta como tanto se había especulado, ellos darían con su cuerpo, se lo debían, mucho había hecho siempre Hermione por protegerlos y apoyarlos para darse por vencidos. Así se les fuera la vida en ello, la encontrarían.

Un Olvido, Una broma y un proyecto escolar traerá demasiados problemas a un pequeño grupo de alumnos... A veces ser él mejor no es lo importante.