Once Bitten Twice Shy

Once Bitten Twice Shy

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“Leah!” I hissed as I turned towards her. She backed away from me and into the hallway. I held my ears and glared at her. “Y-your neck! Your e-e-eyes, your teeth... y-you!” She stuttered making no sense. “What are you going on about?” I asked her. She took a step forward cautiously. And turned me towards the mirror. I was faced with the reflection of myself… but it wasn’t me. In my reflection I was pale and ivory skinned, my normally green eyes were gold, like seeing a pair of cat’s eyes in the dark, and my jaw hung open in shock, revealing a set of razor sharp, white little blade-like fangs. If all of this wasn’t enough to confirm my worst nightmares, there on my neck was two red bite marks on my now pale hard flawless skin. “Oh God.” I said. -------------------------------------------------------------- Melanie, a.k.a. Mel, Black doesn't like a lot of things. She doesn't like having dead parents. She doesn't like cemeteries on Halloween. She doesn't like her best friends popular twin brother Sebastian. And she most definitely does not like vampires. I guess it's just tough luck all around, huh Melanie?
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Trailer: https://tinyurl.com/bleeding-love ---------------- I felt him step closer to me, both hands holding my arms. Viktor was a gentleman, he was not going to do more, nor did I know if I wanted more, but I leaned into him and pressed my face to his chest. The hard, firm wall of him welcomed me, and I couldn't help sob. "I keep feeling like I will never be whole... I will never be sane..." His grip grew tighter on my arms, my hands rested on his chest as I looked up. His eyes held storms, and I was caught in the middle of them. "I am sorry," I whispered. "I don't want to look so weak..." There were no more words left for me to say, his lips found mine, and I melted into his cold embrace. His tongue met mine and I moaned as his hands slid down from my waist to my lower body. My robe fell, and I lifted my hands to wrap around his neck, pulling his face to me as he sank his fingers into my flesh, and I felt him lift me in a swift move, taking me to the bed. - Viktor Volkov never thought his short visit to the US would take more than three days, but after finding a woman who had lost her memories, he couldn't help feeling drawn to her in ways he had not felt for over centuries. Dawn woke up from a nightmare into another one. She had lost all her memories, and she didn't know who to trust. But the man who had his cold eyes on her seemed to be the only one who made her feel alive.

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