Rank #28 in Vampire 04.05.17 -------
Cord lifted a brow, taken aback. "I am?"
"Yes, you are, standing suddenly in that opening without even so much as a knock on the door or a sound of your boot. And of course, with your pet beside you."
Not to mention your eye-catching blindfold and wearing your ominous black trench coat so early in the morning, she wanted to add those but refrained.
Cord this time lifted his chin and curved a little smile directly on her way. "I am the Master here, I do as I please."
"So it looks," Amanda rebutted, flushed.
Just as she did last night, she oddly felt he was looking right through that bloody hell of a blindfold, straight to her... straight to her inviting form in a mattress that needed a blessing of moans, grunts and mixed heavy breaths.
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Humans, in their quest for imagination and a momentary cut from reality, created what were known as blood-sucking corpses - 'vampires'. They manufactured such immortal, beautiful, powerful creatures needing only that crimson liquid to survive. They created these beings who do not require air to breath, to do normal human activities, defecate, urinate, and even eat solid foods.
Such limited imagination the humans have, yes, for they know not the true story of these creatures in the dark....
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Follow Amanda as she uncovers those and how her blood sings to one of them.
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Status: Completed
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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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