More Than A Bloodlust Pt. 2 It wasn’t as bad as I thought – not all of them stared at me. Or at least not the way my classmates did back in Sicily. The only problem was, I couldn’t stop staring at them. It was as if my Uncle had opened a school for every model in the world that were too gorgeous to be accepted into society. I tried looking around the room to find at least one normal person, but all of them took my breath away. I recognized the glances I received. Some of the girls looked at me with simple curiosity. Others rolled their eyes and sneeredMore Than A Bloodlust Pt. 2
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“You shouldn’t try to resist it, love.” I whispered, just an edge of provocative in my voice. He lay with his arm over his eye, pretending he could elude his thirst. “I’m all yours if you want me…” I pressed my lips against his chin. &nb
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My mind is my existence.
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