miss_coconut
"But he who dares not grasp the thorn,
should never crave the rose."
When I was sixteen, I died from picking a black rose. Yes, that's right. A black rose. Who would have thought?
black rose (n.) a cursed rose with everlasting life; picking this rose lifts the curse from whoever it was originally cast on
Here's the thing. Picking that rose might have been the biggest mistake I've ever made, but I have no regrets in doing so. My life changed so significantly. I used to be Kalani Faye, your average sixteen year old girl who happeed to be a loner with an overload of deep thoughts. I had always craved more from life. Little did I know that picking that rose would awaken a small coven of vampires from their deep slumber since me, their "chosen one", was destined to pick that rose. Now, I am Kalani Faye, not your average vampire or teen girl and definitely not alone.
Join me as I experience change, love, fear, and a world of new adventure.