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After learning what Sam did for a living, he was the first person that came into my mind, who I could ask to help us setting it up. - Very clever. "The very sad story of how he had to throw out his cheating wife and now is ready to get comforted by you?" - LMAO!!! They stayed in each others arms for long minutes, until the incessant phone ringing annoyed Maya so much that she stormed into the office ready to yell at whoever was on the other side, client or not. - Hopefully that’s Sam there.

Ew...I hated the taste of blood. - You must hate blood sausages. I had a black, washed-out Metallica t-shirt with a big yellow mummy skull baring its fangs printed on it, which went well with the black pajama pants. That had to be enough, at least clothes-wise. -LMAO! "I think I will wait for Luther. He will bring enough food to satiate my first hunger. After that, I will more likely be able to savor you, my pretty. What do you think?" - Second dinner? "Um...yes. So we're friends now, with you calling me Sky and all?" Friends don't kill each other, right? - LMAO!! "Sky, wake up! You need to eat." I know this voice. Master! - Well…at least you didn’t remain dead?

Shhhh I need to work my way all the way back up to The Cat Burglar, and I love your writing style even in this Retro one from 2013.

No, but you'll see.

The Wardrobe, 2013: Okay so I started way back here because I don’t remember if I read these yet or not. So, I figured I’d just go from oldest to most recent, only to find that I DID read it and commented. So, here I am again in 2023 reading it for a second time and... While he stared at the delicate piece of blue Murano glass art standing on the floor, his fingers holding the keys opened, seemingly on their own accord. Heavy metal hit fragile glass and shattered it beyond recognition. - Well, that sucks. Nevertheless standing in the half-empty living room felt like a sucker punch into his guts and before he could stop it, a garbled sound wrenched itself out of his throat. - Aww, Sam. It’ll be okay. He couldn't give in to the pain he felt, waiting to run him over, he wouldn't be a snotty mess. - Don’t let the pain run over YOU, let’s get in a car and run over MARK. I’ve got the car keys right here. Let’s go. Sometime he got hungry and stumbled into the kitchen, where he found some cheese in the fridge, and some crackers in the cupboard. - PFFT! Actually, I once drank a whole white wine bottle by myself and ate cheese with it…and then wept at the waste when I threw it all back up again. I think I was also playing the video game Okage at the time and was trying to get the main character to pair up with a demon king. It was highly entertaining at the time. Afterward I had to start a new save file because I messed a lot of things up in the gameplay beyond repair. Anyway, the point is that whenever I see people doing the same, I try to warn them not to. Sam seems to have been able to stomach it, though. The clothes he had worn five days went straight in the garbage can. - Let me find some matches. I’ll burn them for you. First he cleaned the glass from the hallway- Bruh, it’s a miracle you didn’t walk all over that and make one bloody mess all over the place. I know I would have in the same state. What he noticed immediately was that the bed was made with Sam's cheap before-Mark-sheets. Mark had insisted on buying Egyptian cotton and silk. - Mark making me feel cheap, too. Goddamn. Egyptian cotton? (nanana-nanananana~ sheets of egyptian cotton~) Spare cell phone charger, half empty bag of pretzels, his mother's tea cup, and some papers. - LMAO. Just about the most relatable thing I’ve read in a while. Sam's hand shook and he let it sink to his side. He didn't want to face the emptiness, he wanted it to be locked away behind the wardrobe's doors. - *flailing in despair on the inside for him* After waking up he went into their...the bedroom…- Ouch. I felt that. Every thought of it put firmly away behind cherry wood doors and an iron key. - Nice imagery and callback. Only when he'd hung up and looked at the tear in his jeans it dawned on him that he couldn't present the new program wearing sweatpants or ratty old, blue jeans; not with this client. No, Sam had to wear a suit, with a dress shirt, definitely a tie. Sam had to open the wardrobe. - Well, shit. What can you do? Try to do it real fast and just hope to God that moths haven’t been eating away holes on them! Finding the tie on the bottom of the wardrobe had helped to clear the fog he had allowed to cloud his mind for far too long. - *gushing tears* His fingers reached out and traced one of the swirls that matched his eyes so perfectly. - LMAO! Woo! Yaaaaaay. Aww, this oneshot still hits so damn hard! So hard. So good. Still love it.

The tanzanite engagement ring on Adain's left ring finger began to glow as he held out his arms and formed a row of clouds that cycled around the garden in the backyard. In the past year, they'd found that, beyond bismuth, other crystals also helped to amplify their magic in far less harmful ways. However, his magic being used for chores had the young man let out a deep sigh. "Isn't this what sprinkler systems are for?" Aid whined. "Sprinkler systems waste more energy and water than

Good questions. All I know for sure is that one of my favorite scenes out of the whole thing is coming up in the next chapter, and all I can say about that is "Caden."

"For some strange reason, he didn't want the young man to die. Hell, he didn't even want him to be in real pain." - Well, at least we know Julius is going to be more careful regarding Sam.

"Fuuuuck!" Sam groaned as the vampire's fangs bored into his wrist. Though Julius had promised it wouldn't hurt, it still felt like someone was stabbing him with two syringes at the same time. Come on, you are no quitter! You can do this! Just imagine it's a new piercing or tattoo! The young man told himself, as he gritted his teeth and pushed through the initial pain. As the discomfort slowly subsided, a warm, tingly feeling spread from his hand, up his arm and then over his entire body, making

So glad there weren't any heavy spoilers in the interview cause I'm way behind in reading.

They both sort of do. You'll see in the next chap.

An eight-year-old Adain glared at his cousin Beatrice as she became increasingly clingy with his best friend. They were playing on the sidewalk in front of Grandpa's house. The tiny Warlock had more family members than he could count on his fingers, but that girl became number one on his blacklist. She'd effectively kept Talon away from Aid all day. But the last straw was when she rose on the tips of her toes and planted one big, squishy kiss on the blond boy's cheek. Adain began to mutter

But, Luna, the angst! The camaraderie! The therapy...they both totally need...but, I don't know if they'll get...

Oh, I still very much adore all of the characters @LunaM.'s so frighteningly lovingly brought to life. If it wasn't for her current project (which is absolutely amazing, different genre and all), I'd be begging her for the next installment of this world.

I asked myself that with every chapter I helped edit. And, yes, it's actually a lot harder to turn someone in this world. I think it is explained in further detail at some point, but it's a one in a hundred chance that the human even comes out a vamp on the other side.

"Please, I promise you it won't hurt." Julius tried to reassure Sam but the human, who was sitting on their bed, still refused. After being on the island for two months and helping Ludwig with the red-headed, newborn vampire, Julius had finally reached his limits. He hungrily licked his lips as his eyes fixated on the carotid artery of the young human. Of course he could have easily asked Ludwig for some blood bags or taken blood from someone else, but he just simply didn't want to. He wan

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"What in God's name are you doing here?!" Ludwig demanded to know from the blond vampire, who was sitting on his couch. Half an hour ago, he had left to pick up the emergency delivery of blood bags for Caden, stored inside a cooler, just to find Julius sitting in his living room and his husband nowhere to be found. He was about to roast his former lover for what he had done to the redhead, when the latter suddenly came out of the bathroom. Before he had the time to even ask him if he was a

You take a quick shower. Helps you cool off. Wear a spaghetti strap shirt and shorts that are a soft material, or at the very least not heat-conducing or trapping. Sit in front of fan.

Intimacy is different with these two. There are certain compromises that need to be made, and that's all I can say without spoiling.

"Get up, you fucking pig!" Julius yelled at the hungover young man, who was sleeping on the bathroom floor. He had been gone for two nights, to cool off and to give his stupid pet human the chance to run, but instead of getting his ass off the island, the gray-eyed man apparently had taken the opportunity to empty all the liquor bottles that he could find in the temporarily closed resort. "I said get up!" Julius growled and kicked Sam lightly in the ribs, but once again he got no reaction.

Yes there are two chapters left. Glad you've enjoyed this one so far.

The following early afternoon, the two young men and Adain's cousin sat in the waiting room arguing about which person should be allowed to go in with Della to question Laeraman Lewis. The hospital only allowed two visitors to see him at a time, meaning they could only go in to see him once. Della's daughters felt they had a right to be with their mother. Rosie claimed to be the most astute. But, it was ultimately Talon that silenced them all. "Girls, remember that Adain is cursed, too, if

Truer words!! 🤣