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28 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 20, 2012
I wouldn't let those two vulgar creatures ride next to me. My passenger seat is reserved for beautiful teen girls.
"It's not like you have a six pack or something. You're just wiry tall boy."
"Beautiful boy," I correct her. "I know I turn on girls my own age. But is it possible I make the Queen of Sorrow uncomfortable with my beauty? Mirror, Mirror."
Today, I woke up my love, Sleeping Beauty, from her hundred years of sleep…
It all started with me standing over Count Dracula’s grave...
Scratching my temples, I was thinking if resurrecting him was the right thing to do. I needed him to wake up Sleeping Beauty.
My hunchbacked assistant growled…After Esmeralda abandoned him, and the folks in Paris gave him a hard time, he decided to stop playing mister nice-guy, and turn into a badass hunchman. Did you hear that? Badass Hunchman! Something Marvel Comics never thought about.
“Don’t call me Master,” I said. “You’re not Frankenstein. You’re Hunchy, the hunchman,”
“Come on Draco. We’ve got work to do,” I said over my shoulder. “You know, I have second thoughts about calling you Draco because there is another more famous Draco than you.”
“More famous?” Dracula grunted. Even while in pain, fame mattered more than fangs. He was certainly an airhead.
.”“Draco Malfoy,” I said as I opened the back door for him and Hunchy. I wouldn’t let those two vulgar creatures ride next to me. My passenger seat is reserved for beautiful teen girls. “It’s a Harry Potter thing, and what’s ironic is that his name was probably inspired by you
“I know I turn on girls my age. But is it possible that I make the Queen of Sorrow uncomfortable with my beauty?”
“Gimme a break, please.” She waved her hand, covered in white gloves. Gosh, the way she waved her hand; so elegant, so attractive.