A vampire princess finding her way threw her teenage years to become the queen she was always destined to be. Story includes: shifters, dragons, werewolves, adult scenes and themes, xxx, mates, abuse, war. "So what would you like to know advisor?" "Why are you covered in blood?" Frode is sitting there with his mouth open. I don't think he can formulate words yet. Thora sits up. "A man tried to rape us. And she slashed him into pieces." Dipak watches us. "That village has a lot less men in it sir." We both bust out laughing. "How many less?" Dipak keeps watching us. He is good in that seat. "Maybe 20 less?" I shrug my shoulders. "Yea maybe 20 less." "In one village?" We both nod. He looks at Dracul. "Go figure it out. Make sure it's not traced here." Dracul leaves immediately. "What else happened?" I sit up in the seat. "We went shopping. Maybe some packages coming in a week." "SOME? More like 300." We both laugh again. Daddy shakes his head. Frode still can't formulate words. Tre is staring at me. He knows. I don't know how but he knows. I think Dipak does too. How do they know? Dipak starts to laugh. "Keep going you two." Me and Thora look at each other and try to get each other to shut up but we are giggling so bad. "Stop." "No you stop." "Stop laughing." "We can do this." "SSSHHHH." "Quit laughing." She points at me. "SHE KISSED JOHEN." I point at her. "SHE KISSED SOMEONE TOO." Dipak shakes his head. "How can we not get rid of that guy?" Tre is just staring at me with an eyebrow up. He looks like he wants to smile. But not quite there. Maybe he's not mad. "YOU DID WHAT?" Frode found words.
Princess Kehlani Mayra finished school and was heading home; but instead she fell into her brothers trap. Now she has been locked away for several hundred years and is waiting on someone to save her. The vampire king keeps certain humans alive as either breeders or bleeders. If they are not feeding his ranks, they should be breeding his next round of food. Alden just wanted to sit down for a smoke, but somehow he is lost in the woods drinking the blood of random animals.. This is not a typical Tuesday.
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