Vampire Love

Vampire Love

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There was a girl named Kharis she is adopted, she never knew who her parents are. But when she turned 18 she felt unfamilliar changes. She can't sleep at night, she wants to sleep at day. Her skin gets pale; at night her teeth grows longer and she gets thirsty for... BLOOD. She now have black hair, beautiful black eyes, long and straight black hair, red lips and pale skin. Everynight when she wakes up she craves for blood. She kept doing this until she met a boy. She fell in love with him. Who do you think will she choose the human boy she fell in love with or the count that has been courting her for 4 months? Will she meet her parents? Will she finally know her true love? Read on and find out
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She swears she hates him. He's convinced he hates her more. But when secrets, lies, and late-night whispers begin to blur the line between enemies and something they wouldn't even consider, neither of them is ready for what's coming. *** Aliana is loud, impulsive, and dangerously unpredictable. She lies when she's scared, smiles when she's breaking, and keeps everyone away with her endless sarcasm and sharp tongue. She doesn't need anyone. Especially not him. Ali is silent storms and cold stares. The boy with the bad reputation, a past no one talks about, and a temper that makes people flinch. He wants nothing to do with drama, especially when it wears red lipstick and calls him names. They can't stand each other. So why do they keep ending up alone in the same room? Why does every fight feel like foreplay? And why does hating him hurt more than it should? ~~~~~~ He kisses me, again and again, raw and consuming, and then pulls away; I can feel his green eyes piercing my soul. "What you told me last time, say it again," he whimpers breathlessly. "What?" I manage to ask, confused, and reel him in again for another kiss. He pulls back again, his breath hot against my skin. "That you hate me, tell me that you hate me." "I hate you," I tell him almost instantly, the lie burning on my tongue. He kisses me harder and more hungrily, and the words slip out again from my tongue: "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." His murmurs deepen into groans, and at this exact moment, I ask myself how I'm still standing, still breathing, still present. ~~~~~~

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