Vampire Suite

Vampire Suite

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Paranormal
Ember Bella May. The most average girl in town. She was the good girl type, and every one in town adored her. One sunny afternoon the sky went black; the wolves in the mountains howled, and a new fella was in town. Ember was in her studio painting; when she heard three knocks at the door. Not expecting company she jumped up and answered. "Hi there, can I help you?" I chirped. Three extremely tall men, all the same size, were standing on her porch. They were dressed in black suits and wore dark glasses that hid their eyes. They had dark hair and were pale as ghost. Their faces were expressionless. Two stood shoulder to shoulder behind one who stood right in front of my face. He looked at his phone then put it to his ear. "Yes sir, it's definitely her." I heard the one front and center say sternly. And then everything went black. Interested? Keep reading to find out more!
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They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

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