Kiss me, I'm Bored
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Last published Thu, Jun 12, 2025
In the walled Kingdom of the End, humans, vampires, werewolves, and demons share crowded streets-and an uneasy peace that teeters on the edge of collapse.
Sleepy is the kingdom's most lethally gifted assassin... and its most apathetic soul. When the king demands the heads of every rebel-and the rebels cry out for the king's-
blades and bullets are mere background noise for the deeper questions gnawing at him.
Will fortune shake off the fog covering his mind?
Will battle reignite his pulse?
Could desire-or even a kiss-stop his free-fall into despair?
Heads roll. Bullets fly. Allegiances shatter. And somewhere between slaughter and salvation, Sleepy must choose: die of ennui, or discover a reason-any reason-to keep living.
This is not a tale of garden roses and chaste embraces.
It's a story where kisses taste of gunpowder, love is measured in spilled blood, and monsters are often the ones staring back in the mirror.
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