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The Final Act

What happens when a vampire joins a coven of witches? Chosen as the vampire to continue their tradition, Evelina journeyed to the capital with a goal of observing her prey, planning her strike. It was her destiny to be there, her destiny to bathe in the most delicious type of blood amongst all. What she did not expect was that she will find more of acting affairs than just bloodlusting because, bat's shriek, she just joined a theatre troupe! And with witches as actors? It was for her plans, she swear! Until it became more to her than just a mere stepping stone. Soon she must decide if her new found relations, the people she began treasuring, held more importance than the honor and respect she must get from her kind. -*- EXCERPT FROM THE THIRD CHAPTER: It wasn't supposed to be like this. She joined them in their laughter, more mockingly than real. "Pardon but have I missed the joke?" The protagonist beside her chuckled, moving closer to whisper. "Darling, we don't accept just anyone. Especially not a minx who thinks that she could get anything with just a twirl of her hair." -*- GOLD TIER WINNER OF WFP #11 DISCORD: Vampi#0843 Instagram: @youarejann Book Cover by: @ryadoze Buy me coffee (?) at: https://ko-fi.com/janquerubin

Saeven07 · Fantasy
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Talks of Us

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West grumbly put on the floral textured, rose wine coat that Leila somehow handed to him.

He was at the verge of running towards a dangerous situation, why on earth would he think of accepting a suit! Apparently, she revealed that Giles was the one who gave it to her "just in case West changes his mind." 

…which he did.

And just when he was sure that he wouldn't use it for anything, the guards decided for themselves that he was either not invited or a threat- just by looking at whatever he was wearing.

When had a suit ever been a sign of invitation?