Nineteen year old Raine Lazzaro, hated her home life. She struggled with her low paying, part time job, while trying to save enough money for college. She desperately needed to escape her family, and their dark, twisted ways.
Finally, freedom was within her reach, she was given a full time job in British Colombia, where she could live with her Aunt, and be able to save money for college.
The day before she was leaving, she went to a huge bonfire with her best friends, Echo and Dale. That night, she met Vance, a very handsome and sweet guy. Little did she know, that he was vampire, and that her life was about to change forever.
Raine always knew about supernaturals. Daily, she checked the COTS list, for any new supernaturals that were granted permission to visit her area.The only supernaturals that lived remotely close to her area, was a small pack of werewolves, and no one new ever visited.
Within weeks, Raine learns that her whole life has been a lie, that there are many different types of supernaturals that live in her area, and that she is the Halfling, that the great prophet speaks of. Raine is the only one who can prevent a war, but first she must trained before she decides which path to take.
First draft so it's very very rough!!!!
Completed
My name is Lana Walker. My life had been a fairytale. Until tragedy struck. A car crash that obliterates my entire life including my three mates.
I survived but at what cost? Five months later I'm still in pieces. Everyone knows losing your mates is the fastest way to madness.
Except on a good ole Monday, I see my mates. From the way everyone around me is behaving, they never died. Neither do they remember me. They despise me. My life has taken a bizarre turn with an unstable power within me, a secret force behind strange attacks and three mates who are on my case. For unknown reasons.. I may have broken into their apartment and attracted their attention. Some very negative attention.
"Lana", he coos softly, and I hum in response ", I'm not fucking anyone, pretty girl"
My cheeks burn at the familiar nickname, and I swallow my suddenly dry throat until he adds,
"Yet," I almost pull a muscle in my neck turning to look at him.
When he glances back at me and sees the obvious disgust on my face, he closes his eyes, rubbing his lips together in amusement.
There is a rare show of softness for me when he looks at me his fingers stroke my chin to cheer me up.
"I'm going to fuck you, aren't I?" my breathing picks up, and I try to see the deception but find none.
Just his arrogance and lust. For me.
"we'll see" I swallow and stroke a hand down my straightened hair.
Jackson cocks his head to the side, the challenge accepted.
The hunt is on.
"oh, I am fucking you. Six Ways to Sunday"
Book one of the "what we did do series"
Dark romance/ reverse harem.
Mature themes
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