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Changes::Slow Updates
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Ongoing, First published Sep 14, 2013
Mature
I recently got new neighbors that I quickly come to trust. They have a secret though and I'm sworn to keep it. My new neighbors happen to become an important aspect of my life. What happens when they leave for a couple years and I finally am able to move on. But when the boys of my past come back new people, what can I expect?

 "I think the scariest thing about falling in love is that there's always an opportunity to fall out of it. There is no signed contract, no promises that can't be broken, no guarantees that the person will stick around and that scares me to death. One day, they can just wake up and be over your weird little habits, and the way you say the letter 'I'. They'll realize you're selfish and they'll realize they deserve so much more. And that's the scariest thought I've ever had."
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Bewitching The Malicious Vampire King

45 parts Ongoing

Book 4 of The Awakening Series The Malicious Vampire King. My Paramour. Marcellus Throne, the now infamous Malicious Vampire King, has been promised to me since the day he took his first breath. Even before then, our fates were written in the marrow of creation. My first vision, the one that burned itself into my memory before I even understood what I was, was of him. It has always been him. His face. His power. His darkness. Until the night he slept with my sister. That single act shattered every prophecy, every divine whisper, every foolish belief I had in fate. The bond that was supposed to unite empires instead became a curse waiting to be cast. And now, centuries later, the bastard decides to host a mockery of love, a televised "quest for his beloved" as if our story were nothing but royal entertainment. So I came to his kingdom, ready to remind him that destiny is not a joke, and neither am I. Ready to curse him for every ounce of arrogance that dripped from his name. Only for him to turn around, before the entire world, and declare that I am his fated beloved and he's right! He's fatally fucked! Ha.