Awakened (A Fairy Tales Novel) Read Online Free
Author: Melanie Walker
never told her how he felt, and she never offered so much as a ' Fangs I can’t wait to see you '. No they were friends who enjoyed fucking one another and he somehow crossed that invisible line that lead him to fall in love with her.
He wouldn’t deny that he wasn’t a little relieved she ran. He was off track and living in an Briar world. His Vampires never suffered, never knew he was involved with a human, but he still had lost the hard edge that made him the highest paid Sire to date. She had allowed him in her circle however; her friends knew him well and knew what he was. Briar liked to play with the things that went bump in the night; her friends consisted of a turned wolf, an extremely dangerous breed of Ware, a succubus demon and a Contaca Soul .
Didn’t mean he was a pussy though. He wasn’t about to go out looking for her, crying her name out in the night. She wanted to go, well he let her go. Didn’t mean he wasn’t hell bent on getting this meeting over with so he could get to Winters party. He had a few choice words intended for her ears and it didn’t include I love you. No this was about payback. She wanted to leave, well, he never locked the door she was free to walk out of. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t make her regret it though.
Human or not, he wasn’t above making her pay. In a sitch like this it didn’t matter if feelings were involved. Sometimes a point had to be made and he wasn’t above playing with her a little. He had a date for Winters party tonight and that dates objective was a dose of reality to the little girl who shook the rabid dogs cage. She needed to see what she walked away from, needed to see that there was no getting over him in the long sense. It may be creepy, it may be out right lunacy, but he was going to make sure she saw good and well the man she left behind and how affective jealousy can rear even the prettiest of heads.
He parked his cycle in the back of the building and took to the side entrance of The Spoke, a biker bar located in the Queen Anne district. Fangs enjoyed the Spoke because if appearance mattered at all, then here is where he fit. Most folks shied away from a man of his six foot six height, and his shoulder length black hair and arms sleeved in tattoos did nothing to warm his presence. He looked the very part of the Sire, the killer he was. People and creatures alike stepped away from him, not from the energy of danger that surrounded him, but because a man who looked like Fangs should have come with a warning label, ‘ Keep back ten feet ’.
Not here though, here he looked like everyone else and though he was known and open to the Dark world as a Sire, it was out of respect that he was feared.
Night, Cross and Burn were sitting at the corner booth and Fangs made his way over to the other Sires. All used names that related to the turn, when their
He wouldn’t deny that he wasn’t a little relieved she ran. He was off track and living in an Briar world. His Vampires never suffered, never knew he was involved with a human, but he still had lost the hard edge that made him the highest paid Sire to date. She had allowed him in her circle however; her friends knew him well and knew what he was. Briar liked to play with the things that went bump in the night; her friends consisted of a turned wolf, an extremely dangerous breed of Ware, a succubus demon and a Contaca Soul .
Didn’t mean he was a pussy though. He wasn’t about to go out looking for her, crying her name out in the night. She wanted to go, well he let her go. Didn’t mean he wasn’t hell bent on getting this meeting over with so he could get to Winters party. He had a few choice words intended for her ears and it didn’t include I love you. No this was about payback. She wanted to leave, well, he never locked the door she was free to walk out of. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t make her regret it though.
Human or not, he wasn’t above making her pay. In a sitch like this it didn’t matter if feelings were involved. Sometimes a point had to be made and he wasn’t above playing with her a little. He had a date for Winters party tonight and that dates objective was a dose of reality to the little girl who shook the rabid dogs cage. She needed to see what she walked away from, needed to see that there was no getting over him in the long sense. It may be creepy, it may be out right lunacy, but he was going to make sure she saw good and well the man she left behind and how affective jealousy can rear even the prettiest of heads.
He parked his cycle in the back of the building and took to the side entrance of The Spoke, a biker bar located in the Queen Anne district. Fangs enjoyed the Spoke because if appearance mattered at all, then here is where he fit. Most folks shied away from a man of his six foot six height, and his shoulder length black hair and arms sleeved in tattoos did nothing to warm his presence. He looked the very part of the Sire, the killer he was. People and creatures alike stepped away from him, not from the energy of danger that surrounded him, but because a man who looked like Fangs should have come with a warning label, ‘ Keep back ten feet ’.
Not here though, here he looked like everyone else and though he was known and open to the Dark world as a Sire, it was out of respect that he was feared.
Night, Cross and Burn were sitting at the corner booth and Fangs made his way over to the other Sires. All used names that related to the turn, when their
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