Dedicated to BookBird1497, I worked up the courage to write this when I was reading your hetalia fanfiction.
Thanks, Bookie.
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'Ey, my name is Dallas Erlosch.
If you don't know, that's pronounced Errl-ohssch. People say it wrong a lot, but that's just because it's German, and people who don't understand basic german always pronounce the 'sch' as 'shh'. Annoying, i'nt it?
But that's o-k, because you don't need to ever say my last name. Heck, you don't even gotta know my first name, just call me Stakesby. That's been my nickname for just about forever.
I don't remember how I got to be called Stakesby. Ya' know, I'm surprised I can even remember my real name...
Cuz' I don't remember anything else from before I died.
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Dallas “Stakesby“ Erlosch died at the age of 19... About fifty-four years ago, that is. And he's been trapped here, between Heaven and Hell ever since. Unable to move on until he learns about his life and death, Stakesby must find a certain person who can help him. Will Stakesby find that special person, and will said person be able to aid him in his search?
Werewolves and vampires don't mix, or that's what Kieran Callisto, a seventeen-year-old vampire, has believed all his life - until he falls for the Alpha's son.
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When Kieran meets his new classmate, Mason Kane, he bristles with an unexplainable disdain. Soon it becomes apparent why: Mason is a werewolf. But when a fight turns into a sudden kiss that neither expects, Kieran's feelings for Mason turn to attraction in an instant. None of it makes sense - vampires and werewolves are supposed to be mortal enemies, so why does Kieran find Mason so irresistible? He knows that each kiss is dangerous, each bite is unpredictable...