Sweet Joanna

Sweet Joanna

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I live in a world where fear is my only emotion. Fearing that my crack of a mother will beat me until I can't feel my lower body. Fearing that everyone in my school will despise me. Even my teachers, they give me the lowest grade just to show their disgust towards me. Smack me too if they get the chance. I can't say that even after all those beating I'm still in a great piece. No, because my whole body is covered in bluish marks all over my body. Well folks those are the perks of having a murderer of a father. I thought I deserved everything they were doing to me. I thought I was the reason my father is a murderer. But all of that changed when Evo couldn't take it anymore. He made me realize that fear wasn't the only emotion I'm capable of feeling. He changed me. And now it was my turn to take control. #11 Vampire & #101 ((DISCLAIMER: I WAS 13 WHEN I WROTE THIS))
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I should've been worrying about exams, not monsters. My biggest fight was supposed to be with algebra, not the undead. But the city doesn't care about what you deserve. It just chews you up and leaves the bones for the rats. My name's Leo. I was a high school nobody with a detective's eye and a past that kept bleeding through the cracks. Then the supernatural came knocking-fangs first. Vampires in leather jackets, demons in business suits, nightmares with faces too human to be real. Now my nights are spent chasing whispers about cursed relics and forgotten wars, all while something rotten coils tighter inside me. Every clue is a cut, every fight another bruise, every shadow a reminder that I'm not just the hunter anymore-I'm prey. They say coming of age is tough. Try doing it while the city's bleeding out and the monsters are circling. The halls of my school feel safer than the alleys, but only just. Because even here, behind lockers and neon lights, the darkness has a way of finding me. This is a slow-burn mystery, dripping with blood and cigarette smoke, where growing up means learning what it costs to fight shadows-and what it costs when the shadows fight back. Midnight Veils. The night doesn't care how young you are. It still bites.

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