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Kidnapped by the Vampire Prince

Kidnapped by the Vampire Prince

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Mar 22, 2013
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Finally my 21st birthday and my best friend Vanessa insisted on me going to the club. I was having so much fun while I was drunk and dancing. This hot guy came up to me and asked to dance. He took me out to his car and told me I would be his after he bit me. I realized he was a vampire prince and that I was his mate. He tries to get me to love him but I definitely won't. This guy always gets what he wants and he wants me.
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