Is This Love?

Is This Love?

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A 16 year old girl named Luna Sanchez has lived her life in the small town of Hantine but she has been an outcast and bullied since the third grade until a new girl moves to town named Jazzy Crescent she is also 16 and is the total opposite of Luna she is popular, positive, and was never bullied Luna usually wouldn't have liked her if something didn't interest her about the new girl she was not what she seemed and as their friendship started to grow Jazzy sparked an emotion that Luna has not felt in a while... Love
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Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...

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