The Vampire King's Lover by Khylah Wilson (best autobiographies to read .txt) 📕

Ok so I rewrote this and I'm rewriting a lot of my story! Oh and I'm so so sorry for not updating school has been rough.

Two figures walked quickly down a long decorative hallway that had a color scheme of red, gold and black. One of the figures was noticable shorter than the other and appeared to be the size of a child.

"Affrettatevi piccolo! If you don't you won't be able to see her." A soft musical voice echoed throughout the long hallway. The voice belonged to the taller of the two figures.

"I'm trying madre! I can't walk as fast as you though." The child pouted and gave his mother a small glare. Soft giggles rang throughout the hallway clearing stating that the women was very amused.

"Oh don't be like tesoro. Now look! See were here now put a smile on for me okay." The women bent down and pinched the childs cheeks slightly making the child squirm and give her his best fake smile.The women giggled again and stood up and dusted the imaginary dust off her plum colored dress. Orange-green eyes looked at her curiously.

"Come let's go meet her." The child let out a nervous breathe and gripped his mothers hand as they walked through the large mahogony doors. 

Bright light nearly blinded the child making him hiss quietly. Finally used to the light the child opened his eyes to take in the scenery. It was a nursey.It was painted a beautiful shade of violet and had childish paintings of the stars and planets in the solar system. It had a white crib with violet and black designes on it in the corner. He also saw a large bookshelf filled with what parenting books and he saw a diaper changing station and finally he saw them.

In the middle of the room was his father, his fathers bestfriend, and his wife(who were also his god parents) who was sitting in a rocking chair with a pink bundle in her hand. The three looked up at the two of them and smiled and beckoned them over. The child watched as his mother ran over to his father and flung herself in his arms making everybody except himself chuckle. He just settled for rolling his exotic eyes instead.

"Come figlio and look at the new addition to the family." His father said. The child let out a breath and squared his small shoulders and walked forward to the small crowed. When he got there his god mother tilted the pink bundle down so he could get a better view. His breath was literally knocked out of him when his eyes met a pair of beautiful violet ones.

"Is this her..." He asked in awe as he watch the baby watch him. The baby let out a happy giggle and reached out to grabed his hand which he allowed.  When their hands locked around each other and the tingles went through his whole body he automatically knew that she was the one.

"Yes... she's your wife."

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Woop! I hope you guys like the whole re-written version.

     Affrettatevi piccolo- Hurry little one

Madre- Mother

Tesoro- Sweetie

Figlio- Son

A!A Vampire Kings Lover

Chapter 2(Fiance?!)

I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. And please tell me if you like the new direction I’m going or should I just continue with the old way. Please give me feedback your opinions really matter to me.

New Names for Main Characters- Amelia McCarthy, Alessandro De Luca

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An alarm's bell rang loudly continually trying to wake its owner out of their deep sleep. Soon a loud groaned came from the lump on the large queen sized bed. A caramel colored arm reached from out orange silk sheets and slammed a hand down on the snooze button rendering the alarm clock useless for another day.

The figure was just about to fall back into a peaceful slumber when a loud shrill voice woke it up again.

"Amelia I heard that alarm! You better be up by the time I get in there or else!" Her mother screamed from downstairs. Amelia let out a loud sigh and got out her bed.

Throwing one last fleeting look towards her beautiful comfy bed she walked to her bathroom to do her early morning routine.

After her shower, clad in only a towel, she stood in front of her full-body mirror and observed herself.

She had long, thick black hair that hung in soft curls to her well-shaped behind. She had a heart-shaped face with a tiny nose and full lips. Her caramel colored skin, which was the perfect mixture of her mother’s milky pale skin and her father’s coco colored skin, was smooth and soft to the touch.

But it was her violet colored eyes with long lashes that caressed her cheeks every time she blinked that she felt like was her most beautiful feature.

So why wasn't she popular with boys falling at her feet and the girls foaming with jealousy?

'Oh because I can't manage a conversation with a boy long enough without stuttering like a dimwit.' She thought glumly.

Sighing to herself she walked to her medium sized closet and took out her outfit for the day. It consisted of grey skinny jeans, an orange top, a black jacket for the chilly Washington air, and her favorite pair of black Levi shoes.

She looked at the clock on her nightstand and saw that it read 7:25. She cursed loudly and grabbed her book bag and ran out the door down the stair and picked up an apple and ran out the door.

But not before she kissed her mother goodbye on the cheek.

She ran as fast as her legs would allow her to the bus stop. She couldn't be late for her first day of 10th grade. That would just be so embarrassing. As she came to her bus stop she saw the bus was just pulling up.

"Thank... god!" She panted. She waited for everyone to get on before she got on last. She saw the bus driver, Mr. Jackson, smile at her. She returned in with one of her own and sat in the middle of the bus. She never sat in the front because they were the automatic targets for bullying and she never sat in the back because that's where all the delinquents and popular kids sat.

And her sitting back there was the equivalent of social suicide. She looked out the window and watched as the smalls suburb homes turned to large up class mansions. She grimaced as she saw the load of loud and obnoxious kids about to get on the bus. She kept her head down and kept her body turned towards the window trying her best to seem inconspicuous.

As the bus screeched forward she let her mind wonder to her three best friends who she hadn't seen all summer since they were all out of town with family.

She had known Katie, Sonya, and Tyler since she was at least twelve. They had come one year and being new in small town where everybody knew everybody. They had no friends. So seeing her chance she gather her courage asked did they want to hang out with her. Of course her stuttering made what she was trying to say barely recognizable but they still said yes regardless.

And that was the start of a beautiful friendship.

Katie was the sweetheart of the group always smiling and cheering them up if they were down. She had fiery red hair that reached her shoulders in a choppy style. She also had dark brown eyes that always seemed to hold a little warmth.

Sonya on the other hand was the exact opposite of Katie. Sonya was loud with a short temper and was mean to anyone she didn't trust. She had coco brown colored skin with curly dark brown hair that stopped at her shoulder blades. But her most defining feature was her grey eyes that seemed to stare into your soul.

And finally Tyler. He was the goofy one that always kept them laughing. He was tall with hazel eyes and short shaggy blond hair and tan skin. Though he was always cheery he still had a very protective streak towards them and would fight anybody that messed with the three girls.

Amelia couldn't help the smile that spread across her face as she thought of her friends. She was really lucky to have them.

She felt the bus ground to a halt outside her school. She slowly exited the bus and took the time to look around.

She looked up at her the three story wide modern brick style building that was her school. The school had cheap regular fences around it and a giant sign that said “Welcome to Hill berry High school home, of the fighting Dragons!” In big red and yellow letters.

“Amelia!” She heard two voices yell loudly snapping her out of her daze. Her head snapped up and she couldn’t help but grin at the figures Katie and Sonya running at her at full speed.

She braced herself when they tackled her squealing making her laugh loudly. She pulled the two in a tight hug which they immediately responded to nearly crushing her in the process.

“Okay! Okay! That’s enough! You’re going to crush me!” Amelia chocked out slapping her friends back playfully. They giggled and let her go.

They opened her mouth to say something when they was suddenly interrupted by the sound of screeching of tires and a loud hunk of a horn. The next thing she knew she was pushed out from where she was previously standing in front of the entrance into soft grass with two weights, which she immediately dubbed as Sonya and Katie, on top of her.

“What the fuck w…” Sonya screamed but trailed off before she could finish her sentence. Amelia looked at her confused. It was then she noticed that Katie was staring off in the same direction as Sonya with a dazed look on her face.

Amelia lifted herself from her lying position on the ground to look at what they were looking at only for her breath to leave her.

There where she was previously standing was a was a brand spanking new 2014 all white Bugatti Veyron and being the semi-tomboy she was she knew her cars and she knew that it was very expensive. But that wasn’t the reason why her breath was literally sucked out of her. It was the person who was now stepping out the driver’s seat of the car.

He was tall at least 6’4 and was clad in a black tailored suit with a blood red undershirt and a black suit. Instead of the usual dress shoes that would go with the suit he had on a pair of causal black loafers. And even in that suit she could tell that he definitely built, with his broad shoulders and thick arms.

His skin was pale but it had healthy glow about it. His hair was shoulder length and looked like he had ran his long fingers through it.

‘But good God! His face and those eyes!’

His face looked like one of the finest Greek sculptors had sculpted it. He had high cheek bones and a long and straight nose he had thin yet plump lips that right now was pulled in a straight line. She also noticed that he had a scar that red from his forehead