Quinn Hawthorne
Stories
10
Chapters
48
Words
58.7 K
Comments
6
Reading
4 h, 53 m
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Vanessa only had three loves in life. Beauty, her dog, and the sound a man made as she drained him of his blood to create her favorite face mask. However, the knowledge that she used her victims to create her best-selling cosmetics, soaps, and candles also gave her a thrill. Now, her perfect world was threatened as two men, a vampire, and an FBI agent turned stalker, made their unhealthy obsession with her known. They both knew her secret. They both knew the other was watching. They both would do anything in their power to make her theirs.
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793 • Feb 24, '24
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875 • Feb 24, '24
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Want to know what a serial killer, mafia boss, biker, and stalker have in common? Being obsessed with me. Listen, I’m not trying to give main character energy! I’m really not! I just so happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. If they could all just kindly fuck off, that would be fan-fucking-tastic. I do NOT have enough Hydroxyzine or Lexapro to handle this. I can tell you one thing though: whatever they have planned for me? It’s NOT happening.
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How can you love again after witnessing the death of your fated mate? “Silence and stay silent,” was the command given to me on the worst day of my life. A command I’m forced to obey until I finish my prison sentence thirty years from now. I’m a vila, a woodland fae, and to silence a vila is to muzzle a songbird. Prison life was stifling, inmates were cruel, and a werewolf with a set of gorgeous twin mages wouldn’t leave me be. But what bothers me the most is how the one who captured me forces the imprisoned vila to sing for him. All in an effort to try and predict the war that is in full swing outside these walls for our song has prophetic powers. The things I thought I knew weren’t adding up. I am terrified to find out why, but I have a feeling I’m not going to get a choice.
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