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Laurens is Mine by Lam_Llamas
Laurens is Mine
Lam_Llamas
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A modern college Lam Fanfiction! • Cover cred to THE GREATEST : @MapleFaceTheGeek • "Alex!" John grabbed my hand to stop me from walking off. I reluctantly turned around, then smiled at his goofy grin. He pulled me in close to him and looked into my eyes. "You can't just run away like that," he said, teasingly. The street lamp directly above us cast a golden glow, making John's eyes shimmer. The moon was barely visible from behind the clouds, and it was just cold enough for puffs of breath to be visible in the nights air. It was perfect. "Laurens, I like you a lot," I murmured as John pulled me in for another kiss. We stood there for a while, kissing till our lips were numb. Then we walked back home, hand in hand. •
Vampire's Pet by cannoness
Vampire's Pet
cannoness
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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
The Funeral Style by PaperMars
The Funeral Style
PaperMars
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"If they aren't pretty when they are dead, then why bother keeping the bodies in my cemetery? Just burn them. Burn all of them, and give me the charming ones." I laughed at how psychotic he sounded; or even how psychotic he was."You're young, why do you even own your own cemetery? That can't even be legal." "Why bother concerning yourself over my affairs? This cemetery-" he quickly corrected himself, "My cemetery is the most luxurious and ravishing of them all." He bent down, and began to whisper in my ear, "And I know, that you, my lamb, understand my funeral style, don't you?"