VAMPIRE ROMANCE: Moonlight Desires Complete Series (Books 1, 2, &3) (Paranormal Romance Collection, Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance With Sex) (Vampire Romance Boxed Set) by Piquette Fontaine
Authors: Piquette Fontaine
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that that vamp––”
Shana shot her a look.
“I'm sorry.”
“It's ok. It's fine. Shit happens.”
They resumed eating for a bit and then Shana blurted,
“He pisses the bed when he's drunk. Who wants a lifetime of that?”
The three laughed heartily. What a tool, they all though to themselves. What a loser.
Shana's phone vibrated in her pocket again and this time she wiped her fingers outright.
Same number, second text. She checked it just to get rid of the notification.
Text 1: “cum2 LV cemetery”
Text 2: “now”
Mr. Clean. How could she forget about Mr. Clean. But the cemetery?
Mr. Clean texted back. “only option. safe w/ me.”
“Hey, uh” Shana started. Nate and Suze were joyously munching, cherishing their brief moment to willfully forget the familial tragedy that they were currently suffering. “Hey can we take this stuff to go?”
“And go where, hun?” Nothing came between Suze and indulgence.
“The, umm, cemetery.”
The munching halted.
“Like, Lake View Cemetery.”
Red was the color Suze's face quickly turned. “So we can see that undead friend of yours?”
“Suzy,” Nate appealed, “it's barely sunset. Bloodsuckers can't take the daylight.”
“Then why do we need to go there, Shana?”
“I don't know. I've got a feeling, I guess.”
Suze placed a chicken leg to her mouth, biting and chewing as slowly as could be, maintaining a stony glare at Shana the whole time. Upon swallowing, “Ok. Nate, get a lid for the bucket.”
Chapter Five
Mr. Clean instructed them to go to the Haserot angel. Truth was that Shana felt about as good taking her family to the spot of her most extreme sensual experience as she did drinking a ketchup milkshake. There was a chance that something would come over her and she would start masturbating right then and there, with no regard for who else was around. Minor consolation could be taken in the fact that it was something of a tit for tat with seeing Suze and Nate fucking on the dining room table the night prior. But no, that was barely consolation at all.
It's amazing how tragedy can make any day feel cold and cloudy. In fact, it was a perfect spring day in Lake View Cemetery, and the sunlight warmed the trio's hair and flesh as they sat in front of the angel, waiting for, well... they didn't know what. Yet all they could feel was cold rising from the corpses, the chilling breeze that gave the backs of their necks goosepimples whenever it blew. Dazed from the chicken and pleased to be doing anything but sulk back home, they sat placidly in a triangle, doing what some would call meditating.
There was a rustling from the woods, and they all innately dismissed it as some sort of animal. But a human cough sounded soon after, a puny, weak cough which perked all ears up. Suze, of course, recognizes that cough as if it were her own and began fervently turning her head in every direction, looking for the direction where it came from.
The cough sounded again, and when the three oriented themselves towards its direction, they saw the boy stumble out of the woods. He was still in his Sunday best, but by now it was not at all the best. The tie was severed, as if by scissors and the blazer had a hole in one elbow. His pants were dirty, crumpled, as if he had been sleeping in them on the ground for the past few days. Nate ran towards the boy and picked him up to give him a wet kiss on the cheek.
“Daddy, it's ok for you to kiss me even though I'm a boy and you're a boy because I missed you.” Nate, the big softie, sobbed on the spot. Suze sandwiched the boy between herself and her husband with a long embrace. The parents uttered nothing for they had nothing to say. They closed eyes and rocked with the boy back and forth, back and forth.
Luke pointed at Shana and went, “Aunt Shana has a bruise on her
Shana shot her a look.
“I'm sorry.”
“It's ok. It's fine. Shit happens.”
They resumed eating for a bit and then Shana blurted,
“He pisses the bed when he's drunk. Who wants a lifetime of that?”
The three laughed heartily. What a tool, they all though to themselves. What a loser.
Shana's phone vibrated in her pocket again and this time she wiped her fingers outright.
Same number, second text. She checked it just to get rid of the notification.
Text 1: “cum2 LV cemetery”
Text 2: “now”
Mr. Clean. How could she forget about Mr. Clean. But the cemetery?
Mr. Clean texted back. “only option. safe w/ me.”
“Hey, uh” Shana started. Nate and Suze were joyously munching, cherishing their brief moment to willfully forget the familial tragedy that they were currently suffering. “Hey can we take this stuff to go?”
“And go where, hun?” Nothing came between Suze and indulgence.
“The, umm, cemetery.”
The munching halted.
“Like, Lake View Cemetery.”
Red was the color Suze's face quickly turned. “So we can see that undead friend of yours?”
“Suzy,” Nate appealed, “it's barely sunset. Bloodsuckers can't take the daylight.”
“Then why do we need to go there, Shana?”
“I don't know. I've got a feeling, I guess.”
Suze placed a chicken leg to her mouth, biting and chewing as slowly as could be, maintaining a stony glare at Shana the whole time. Upon swallowing, “Ok. Nate, get a lid for the bucket.”
Chapter Five
Mr. Clean instructed them to go to the Haserot angel. Truth was that Shana felt about as good taking her family to the spot of her most extreme sensual experience as she did drinking a ketchup milkshake. There was a chance that something would come over her and she would start masturbating right then and there, with no regard for who else was around. Minor consolation could be taken in the fact that it was something of a tit for tat with seeing Suze and Nate fucking on the dining room table the night prior. But no, that was barely consolation at all.
It's amazing how tragedy can make any day feel cold and cloudy. In fact, it was a perfect spring day in Lake View Cemetery, and the sunlight warmed the trio's hair and flesh as they sat in front of the angel, waiting for, well... they didn't know what. Yet all they could feel was cold rising from the corpses, the chilling breeze that gave the backs of their necks goosepimples whenever it blew. Dazed from the chicken and pleased to be doing anything but sulk back home, they sat placidly in a triangle, doing what some would call meditating.
There was a rustling from the woods, and they all innately dismissed it as some sort of animal. But a human cough sounded soon after, a puny, weak cough which perked all ears up. Suze, of course, recognizes that cough as if it were her own and began fervently turning her head in every direction, looking for the direction where it came from.
The cough sounded again, and when the three oriented themselves towards its direction, they saw the boy stumble out of the woods. He was still in his Sunday best, but by now it was not at all the best. The tie was severed, as if by scissors and the blazer had a hole in one elbow. His pants were dirty, crumpled, as if he had been sleeping in them on the ground for the past few days. Nate ran towards the boy and picked him up to give him a wet kiss on the cheek.
“Daddy, it's ok for you to kiss me even though I'm a boy and you're a boy because I missed you.” Nate, the big softie, sobbed on the spot. Suze sandwiched the boy between herself and her husband with a long embrace. The parents uttered nothing for they had nothing to say. They closed eyes and rocked with the boy back and forth, back and forth.
Luke pointed at Shana and went, “Aunt Shana has a bruise on her
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