In the dim light of the entryway to Beulah’s apartment, I had run into him. The bane of my existence. The scourge of my life’s blood.
Jack Soroka was being led around the faire grounds by a vampire. His mother would probably roll over in her grave if she knew he was friends with one. Alec Ronan was a great guy, despite being a bloodsucker. It was actually to be expected that they would get along, even though their worlds wereContinue reading “A Tale by Moonlight: Chapter One”
Tightening her grip in the model’s hair, she wrenched their head back and dove into the model’s neck, tearing olive skin open and drinking the sweet and spicy nectar.