Fashionably Forever After by Robyn Peterman EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Status: Available for Free Download
- Authors: Robyn Peterman
- Language: English
- Genre: Paranormal Vampire Romance
- Format: PDF / EPUB
- Size: 2 MB
- Price: Free
THREE WEEKS LATER…
“For the love of everything evil, what fresh hell is this?” I muttered,
running my hands through my hair and taking in the well-dressed
catastrophe assembled in my office.
“Surprise,” my mother sang, making herself comfortable and placing a
cake iced in runny black and red frosting with little plastic Demons all over
it on my coffee table. My mother couldn’t cook to save her life. Of course,
her life wasn’t in danger since she was a True Immortal and couldn’t be
killed without a Hell of a lot of planning and the willingness to die.
Why was I being tortured with a cake? It wasn’t my birthday. I’d
recently found out that monumental occasion was April 1st
. I planned to
make it a national holiday that would whip my nephew Jesus’s birthday into
oblivion. However, my newly discovered birthday was months away. So the
cake—if one could describe it as such—wasn’t for my birthday.
Mother Nature waved her hand and set the tiny plastic Demons ablaze.
The whistling as the plastic burned made it sound as if the Demons were
screaming. It was an impressive touch, but I wasn’t going to eat that cake
unless my own life depended on it.
With another wave of her well-manicured hand, my mother produced
plate and forks.
Not a good sign.
“Aren’t you going to say hello?” she inquired innocently with a
My mother’s beauty was as legendary as her lack of culinary skills—
and her nightmare inducing pole dancing. However, I wouldn’t trust her as
far as I could throw her and that was out of the question. It definitely wasn’t
wise to fuck with Mother Nature.
“No,” I said rudely. “I’m not.”
A few of my nearest and dearest—for lack of a more fitting term—were
scattered about my massively opulent office in the Dark Palace. My mother,
clad in some horrifyingly expensive, peach gossamer robe with hot pink
flowers bursting from it, lounged on a black leather couch with a flock of
teal colored parrots hovering around her. Her cake looked as if it would
blow any second. The birds eyed it hungrily. I hoped they ate it.
save me having to kill them. If even one of those flying shitbags took a crap
on my priceless antiques it was going to suffer a colorfully violent death.
Mother Nature rarely ventured out of Nirvana without her zoo. Lucky me…
My father stood next to her looking quite serious. His small stature
belied his vast power. A solemn expression was unusual for him. As a
Sprite, he was ridiculously joyous—a trait I secretly enjoyed but would
never cop to. It didn’t enhance my reputation to be soft.
And I was all about the reputation.
For More Read Download This Book