Vampire · Paranormal
Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions
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Some bad decisions come back to bite you. Literally. After finding out her boyfriend cheated, the last thing she expected was to stumble across a wounded man in an alley. And definitely not one with fangs. But thanks to a mix of cocktails, shame, and her questionable life choices, she takes him home. Turns out, he’s not just any vampire—he’s a king. And according to him, she’s his fated mate. Now, she’s stuck with an overprotective, brooding bloodsucker who keeps rescuing her, a growing list of enemies who want her dead, and an undeniable attraction that’s making it very hard to remember why falling for a vampire is a terrible idea. Because if she’s not careful, she won’t just lose her heart—she’ll lose her humanity.
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I let my nail grow into a razor-sharp talon, and slowly sliced my own flesh open. 🩸 I am a Vampire King. I have commanded armies, ruled kingdoms, and bent men to my will for centuries. My enemies fear my very name. Yet here I am, secretly cutting my own skin open, just to spend a few more hours with a mortal girl. It started last night. I was ambushed and poisoned with nightshade. It should have paralyzed me for 24 hours while I slowly died. But this curvy, sassy, foul-mouthed mortal named Harley found me in an alley and dragged my heavy body into her tiny house. When I woke up on her couch, my lethal wound had completely healed into a faint white scar. I could have gotten up and left. I should have left. But then I heard her footsteps. "I’m putting on a fresh pot of coffee, then I’ll come check your wound and swap your bandages," she called out from the kitchen, grumbling to herself about "entitled rich assholes." I looked at the clean bandage on my perfectly healed stomach. I couldn't let her know I was fully recovered. If she knew what I was, she would kick me out. And after centuries of a cold, hollow existence, my soul had just locked onto hers. The Moon Goddess had chosen this little menace as my fated mate. So, I made a crazy decision. Using my talon, I traced the white scar and reopened the wound. I watched the fresh blood seep out, saturating the white bandage in crimson. Satisfied, I leaned back and faked a grunt of pain. She rushed into the room, her beautiful green eyes filled with concern. "Careful, you big oaf," she scolded, gently pushing me back onto the pillows. When her soft fingers brushed against my chest to change the bloody bandage, a live wire of electricity shot through my undead heart. My fangs ached to lengthen. My hands trembled with the urge to pull her into my lap and claim her neck. She thinks she saved a helpless stranger. She has no idea she just invited the most dangerous apex predator into her home... and I am never, ever leaving. ❤️🔥 ad.readinkapp.com Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions
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