¡Ay! Esta imagen no sigue nuestras pautas de contenido. Para continuar la publicación, intente quitarla o subir otra.
"Who...," Marcus had trailed off looking into the eyes of the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. He felt it. The feeling of a thousand fires trailing through his body head to toe. His father had described this to him when he had turned 118. This was her. His zing. The groan of the girl before him had snapped him out of his moment. In his realisation, he had accidentally let go of the girl. "son of a bitch." She groaned out rolling on the floor. He rushed to help her. To hold her hand. But he wasn't quick enough. Or not as fast as his Dead. "Mavy, oh my baby, oh Marcus," His dead did his best to avoid the subject but Marcus knew he was tiptoeing "Dad," He gritted out a deep growl from his mouth. "Who was that," his sister had said curiously. "Who was what?" His dad's nervous laughter and the fact that he no longer had eyes on the mysterious monster. "Dad..," his sister gave a pointed look while he had just stared at him.
"Dad!" A ginger Frankenstein pops out from behind his father taking him by surprise. 'That's not...,' He could have sworn that his beautiful girl was behind that cape. So why was a boy there instead? His sister had giggled at the boy. "Johnny!" There she was. He stared with narrow eyes as she had seemed familiar with the boy. Enough to hold him by the arm. He scoffed catching the attention of the black-haired girl. Just her gaze alone sent him into a dizzy spell. He smiled, or rather smirk, creepily. "Yeah daughter of Dracula," his sister said. "Scares everyone." He finished as she seemed too shy too. "Dracula!" his lady just looked at him with a deadpanned look seemingly done with his shit. "And you are?" He asked flirtatiously. "I'm," His dad put a hand over her mouth before he could even get a name. He sighed disappointedly and somewhat annoyed at it. "They're the party planners." "The party planners?" Her sister asked while he stared knowingly. "Yeah." His dad laughed. "Right?" he looked at them both as if daring them to say different. The girl rolled her eyes while the boy nodded nervously. "And we got to chat about ideas." And then only small parts of her were left. And by that, he meant her lovely smell. That smelled rather...Human.
══════════════𝕸𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 ❤ ═══════════════
Me after trying to update my books, work (at least I work with my best friend), Volunteer, and still not having a good enough chapter :
¡Ay! Esta imagen no sigue nuestras pautas de contenido. Para continuar la publicación, intente quitarla o subir otra.
Anyways
The outfit Lilith is wearing
¡Ay! Esta imagen no sigue nuestras pautas de contenido. Para continuar la publicación, intente quitarla o subir otra.
heads up characters and scenes may be messed up and a tad OOC but technically Marcus is an oc so
