Bite Me - Prologue
This is a romance story that is about three supernatural boys (one who is good, one who is bad, and one who is somewhere in between) who are in love with one girl.
Three boys watched a beautiful girl dancing in the moonlight. One was a vampire, one was a werewolf, and one was Fae.
The watched as the beautiful girl twirled under the stars. Her white dress flowing around her and her black hair reaching toward her waist, swaying from side to side as she moved.
The three boys were watching from different locations in the forest. Their eyes were glued to the girl as she spun through the night.
'Her blood,' thought the vampire, 'I can smell it from here. How it calls to me...'
The faery looked down at his arm, he stared at it in wonder. Golden dust was rising from the skin of his arm.
He looked at the rest of his body.
'Gold,' he thought, 'I'm leaking faery dust.'
Whenever a prince of the fae was around his destined queen, he began to leave a golden trail of dust against his own will. It was a way of luring the queen- to-be towards him.
'She's the one,' the faery muttered under his breath.
'She looks so warm, full of life,' the werewolf thought, 'I can't look away.'
A feeling of great warmth and love overwhelmed him as he watched her. His face began to heat up, a large smile spreading across his face.
'I think I love her,' he thought.
Then at the exact moment and with a tone of finality, the three said, "She will be mine."
The watched as the beautiful girl twirled under the stars. Her white dress flowing around her and her black hair reaching toward her waist, swaying from side to side as she moved.
The three boys were watching from different locations in the forest. Their eyes were glued to the girl as she spun through the night.
'Her blood,' thought the vampire, 'I can smell it from here. How it calls to me...'
The faery looked down at his arm, he stared at it in wonder. Golden dust was rising from the skin of his arm.
He looked at the rest of his body.
'Gold,' he thought, 'I'm leaking faery dust.'
Whenever a prince of the fae was around his destined queen, he began to leave a golden trail of dust against his own will. It was a way of luring the queen- to-be towards him.
'She's the one,' the faery muttered under his breath.
'She looks so warm, full of life,' the werewolf thought, 'I can't look away.'
A feeling of great warmth and love overwhelmed him as he watched her. His face began to heat up, a large smile spreading across his face.
'I think I love her,' he thought.
Then at the exact moment and with a tone of finality, the three said, "She will be mine."
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