Tyronica Damia Rankin: QueenBronwyn Rankin had most always been without the love of any man... As a human, she had lost the love of her life at age 17. Her fiance had been the subject of a twisted plot, a victim of poisoning, murdered by his own father who'd had an eye for Bronwyn. After his death, the father had taken Bron as his third wife, using her as he saw fit, which mostly consisted of her being his ever-present sex-slave, as she could give him no sons, her womb being withered since birth. Bronwyn's hatred of men grew, her life an emotional and physical nightmare, as she blamed her tragic existence on the treachery of mankind. She hated the selfish, abusive, weak-minded bastard animal she had been forced to marry and soon found the comfort of women's company more to her liking. Over time, she would close off her heart to men all together.Upon the night of her very turning, (her sire a female traveler, she'd fallen into bed and in love with,) she murdered the man she called husband, draining him of all lif
ConfusedWhy so much pain?I'm not to blameI'm not insaneWhy so much pain?
Star-Crossed LoversHis icy, long fingers crept up beneath her thick length of dark-red hair to encircle about the back of her neck.She shivered... but, not from the coldness of his hand... from the electric thrill he sent raging through her like an ice storm.His cool breath danced across her white shoulder as his mouth came near.She tilted her head to the side and quivered at his unique and strangely-loving touch."How can you still do this to me?"He answered only with an abrupt motion... whipping her around, taking her warm body against him roughly.He snarled and was possessing her mouth before she could so much as speak.What was this wicked lover's dance they were so entangled in?The odd vibrations all around them were consuming... their passions rising.Their lips met with a shockingly-hot deliciousness.She was still his...He knew it.She knew it.But, only in dreams...Star-crossed lovers.