Ribbons

Ribbons

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A ribbon not a string. Any color if you want not just red. Ribbon far stronger that a simple string. It is thicker and you can easily see them. The problem in easily seeing those ribbons is that you might pull a different person. The color for every pair is different. What color might you have? Leo and Naomi has the same color of ribbons but they don't know that. All they know is they need to do good for their family. For them, family is everything, no matter how big or small they are. They forgot one thing. Their own happiness. +++ Pictures aren't mine. Story and characters are mine. Some Chapters are for matured content so I'm warning early. And, some words are very harsh or erotic so a warning again. ENGLISH isn't my first language. My grammar might be wrong for your taste so I'm very sorry in advance.
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Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...

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