The Thirteen |Ruby Rose Fanfic| GXG

The Thirteen |Ruby Rose Fanfic| GXG

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The Thirteen. A fearsome group of demons who rules the earth millennia ago. They had everyone living in fear each day. They ruled with cruelty and greed until their own clan banded against them against them and sent them back to hell with the help of a priest killing them all in the process. It is said that if anyone had a blood relation to any of the clan members anyone could use their blood to awaken The Thirteen. For three thousand years The Thirteen were imprisoned. That is until they weren't.
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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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