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by
Aura Hayes
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August 31 - September 7, 2025
men are like plants, if you don’t water them, they’ll die, and I don’t have a green thumb.
Did I sneak into her apartment to get a pep talk from my hype kitty? Absolutely. Midnight is my best friend.
The blush that stains his cheeks
He can blush now?
It feels wrong to take that step with her without her knowing the full extent of our connection. I might be a lot of things; killer, stalker, psychopath—but I won’t take advantage of my mate like that.
“I’m three-hundred years old. I was born in 1725 and turned when I was twenty-six.”
These crimes are gruesome—to say the least—and now that I know vampires are real, I can’t help but wonder if the Mayhem Murderer is one or another type of supernatural.
Dots are connecting right in front of me, ones I very much want to ignore.
“You never know when your last I love you is, so sprinkle them around like confetti.”
I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to hold back from pursuing a full-on relationship with him.
Later, maybe I’ll have the sanity to be horrified by how much his fangs turn me on, but now’s not the time to question my mental well-being.
It doesn’t take long to finish our respective shortcake stacks, and I make sure to decorate hers extra pretty. Strawberries create eyes, chocolate chips make a smile, and whipped cream finishes it off with fangs for a perfect vampire smiley.
Wrong move
Fangboners should be reserved for Celine not for the absolute insanity I feel at her absence.
My eyes narrow in, realizing a piece is missing. Weird.
“A chess piece?” I feel the ridges and bumps of the queen piece.
She clacks her long nails together like some stupid villain in an animated cartoon. I have to admit, thinking of her that way makes her a lot less scary.
