For this week's six sentance sunday, I'm including a few lines from my wip, Nocturne. Nocturne follows the story of a girl from Harlem as she become the first female master vampire in the world. You'll here more about this in the upcoming weeks...
He relaxed but she could tell that he still wasn’t convinced. She touched his cheek. For some reason, she wanted to cry. Lazarus was such an enigma. For all his bad boy persona, deep down, he was gentleman. She’s sure her father wouldn’t have trusted her with him if he wasn’t. She was looking forward to discovering more about him. Right now, she wanted to discover what was underneath his towel.
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