The Vampire is Mine!

The Vampire is Mine!

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Paranormal
Vampires
Supernatural Creatures
Fantasy
There was no way she was a regular human, not after all this. Frowning, she rolled him over so he was on his back, looking up at her. "My next question was: is there anything that I can do to help lessen the pain? No need to be so rude." She crossed her arms indignantly, pouting. "YOU JUST STABBED ME!" ******* Mercy Bramwell has one little obsession--vampires. It started out simple. It started out as a love of fictional vampires, and then it turned into thousands upon thousands of hours of research. Now, Mercy is sure vampires are real. And she will do everything in her power to become one. And if that means taking down an entire vampire hunter organization singlehandedly, then so be it.
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Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014

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