"Maybe, Just maybe... this is all a big mistake." Meet Rosemarie 'Rose' Smith, the nerd. Being friends of a flirty brunette, a shy brown-haired beauty and a not-so-innocent-as-she-looks girl, her life is getting more and more crazy by the second. Then enters prince charming Demetri Arch, the sexy yet somehow strange hottie that enters school for no exact reason. He seems to be able to solve a quadratic equation in a second flat. While trying hard not to fall in love with Demetri, Rose realized Demetri's ugly secret. Is it just a joke that Rose feels sparks whenever she touches Demetri? Or... was it just a big hell of mistake? NOTE: I WOULD APPRECIATE IT IF YOU CHECKED OUT THE UPDATED AND IMPROVED VERSION OF VAMPIRE MATES INSTEAD OF THIS ONE, WHICH CONTAINS MORE ERRORS AND SUCH. THE BOOK IS IN MY PROFILE; PLEASE CHECK IT OUT

#7 in vampire #1 in queen The world has gotten boring to him after living for many centuries, through many generations. He thought of it as a curse. His gift was anything but a gift, in his opinion. He loved killing people. He always has. He enjoyed seeing the life being drained out of them, quite literally. He always drank every last drop of their life essence, he didn't have mercy. Though he was the king there was something he could never have unlike others of his kind. A soulmate. He hadn't been turned or born from vampire parents. No, he was born a monster from human parents. The first of his kind. Why he was born like it, he didn't know. He didn't care. All he knew was that he wanted to die already, since he had no mate to look forward to. He lived because he couldn't die, at least not physically. He had no reason to live, but many reasons to die and even though he tried many times by many methods, none of them suceeded. He staked himself, on multiple occasions. It felt like a needle piercing his skin. He hung himself. He didn't die, but he hung there, very much conscious. He went on the gillotine. It made his body dissapear and reappear in the same spot he was born in. He took his heart out. He grew one back. He bled out. His blood regenerated. He used silver stakes. They burned his flesh. He overdosed. It did nothing since drugs, alcohol and other dangerous things do absolutely nothing to him, except get him under the influence to a certain level. But none of them filled the emptiness in his heart. He just needed her. But all he got were unimportant girls he used and forgot about. He never felt anything for them. He couldn't. But then on that day while he was walking around a small town's forest, he felt the emptiness slowly being filled up a bit. He stood there in shock. He couldn't believe it. He almost cried of happiness, right then and there. He had her. He had a mate. His mate. His one and only mate. His Queen.