Killing Me Softly

Killing Me Softly

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jan 6, 2021
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Fantasy
Arwen wipes the blood that sticks to his cheek. It smells strongly of metal, old beer, and fear. It stains his hands when he looks down on it and he has the urge to bring it to his mouth. "Arwen, stop. That's fucking disgusting." ---- Arwen isn't the best person but it doesn't mean he doesn't deserve good things. At least that's what he wants to believe.
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I'm Kiera Calloway and I'm a witch. No, seriously. I am. The day of my Awakening, the High Priestess of my Clan (Daughters of the Moon), names me the next Heir and almost surprised the appetite out of me. Almost. Then, I'm introduced to the other Powers That Be: the Weres (NightWalkers) and the Vamps (Black Blood) on an empty stomach. Then, I met Kiel Fang, the next Heir to the Black Blood. He unmakes me, ruins me and will probably be the death of me. Too bad I'd lost all logical thought sometime after I met him, and I don't care, even though I probably should, since you know, he drinks blood like I drink milkshake. I am playing with fire, hoping maybe to get burnt a little by his heat. No, not hoping. I craved it. I am blooded with a Vampire and my world has turned on itself.

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