My Immortal Love *Being Rewritten*
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  • Reads 55,361
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  • Parts 33
  • Time 3h 13m
Ongoing, First published Oct 31, 2012
When you think of Dracula, you think of a vampire with a cape and Transylvanian accent and three brides. Everyone knows that story. But what do you think of if you hear Dimitri, the son of Dracula? Dimitri is a vampire. He has fangs, he drinks blood, and has three brides. Well, actually, he only had two until Alivia. When she woke up in the middle of the night to a cold kiss from him, she never imagined that she would wake up in his castle with only him and his other two brides for company. She hates her new life almost as much as she hates Dimitri, and she spends all her time making sure he knows it. But when she finds out about an ancient prophecy where only one bride can come out alive, her relationship with Dimitri becomes a matter of life or death.

This story is on hold due to the fact that it's being rewritten. I wrote this a long time ago when I was first starting out on Wattpad and I've realized it can be so much better. Hopefully a new version will be up soon. Thanks for reading :)
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