Started with Snow
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Last published Mon, Mar 16, 2015
Snow is a vampire and in this world he is nothing but a slave, entertainment for the humans. He knows the up and downs of the slave trade, with one bad experience after another. All he needs is for it to finally end so he can be at peace, but will he open himself up when a flicker of hope presents it's self?
Ashslav who is content in his human life gets something on a whim he never would've thought he'd buy. Can he show his soft side and fall in love, or will their differences separate them? Mix in his family and friends its bound to be a disaster, or will it?
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