What Shall It Be? by K.B. Torres (interesting novels to read .txt) 📖

Mountain Sage
Belle of the Night
Symphywotrichum
Sand Vipers Gloss
Swedish Ivy
Sawtooth Sunflower
Strong Stemmed Diplocaulobium
Spanish Dagger
Saffron Crocus
Swamp Banksia
Star of Bethlemem
Stephanotis
Sweet Pea
Tuberose

There was one of each type of flower, which meant there was a total of 60...No, 61 flowers in the boquet.
"They all grow in the garden a mile away." Ragnor explained.
"I love them." I said.
And I do. I always loved flowers, and fall flowers, they were beautiful. Ragnor smiled at me, a true, genuine smile. Then his smile went away.
"Zaphora loved fall flowers too." He said.
I reached up, stroking his cheek.
"Forget about her, and I'll forget about Zachary, okay?" I said.
"Okay. I don't like you talking about that idiot." Ragnor said.
"Yay. I don't like seeing people sad." I said.
"Whatever it takes to get you out of your panties." Ragnor commented.
I slapped him, hard. There was no need for his perv talk. I knew he bought me-er, traded me-but I wasn't ready and I might never be ready to sleep with a guy.
"Don't. Ever. Say that. Again." I snapped.
"Sorry." Ragnor said.
"It's okay. But don't ever say that to a girl who was nearly raped to death a few days ago." I said, standing up.
"Come on. Let's get you back home." Ragnor lead me back to the old style mansion.

I looked at the statue in the fountain. It was a girl, who looked awfully familiar. She appeared to have hair that ended at her breasts, and she was naked, like every statue I've seen, with magnificant curves, and a pencil thin stomach. She had one hand behind her back, the other hand cupping the left side of her neck. She was looking modestly away, her carefully sculpted eyes looking down.
"It's amazing how much you look like Zaphora." Ragnor said. "She insisted we make that statue of her, but now, it looks more like you, and less like her. She wasn't as skinny, or as curvy as that, nor was her hair ever DOWN. That statue is like you."
I winced.
"Not that I've seen you naked, or anything." Ragnor added quickly.
"Nice save. I almost lost it for a second." I said.
"Come on. I wanna show you our room." Ragnor said.
"OUR room?" I asked.
"I said you're a replacement for Zaphora, didn't I?" Ragnor asked.
"I know but, OUR room? Couldn't you have said my room, that I share with you? I don't know why but that isn't as unnerving." I said.
"Oh, you'll learn to LOVE it." Ragnor said dramatically.
I giggled.
"Come on pretty mama, the doors lock in an hour, which means no inside for the night if we don't hurry in." Ragnor pulled me into the mansion. This time I noticed many men and women bustling around, barking orders at another. I looked to Ragnor.
"I live in a mansion, and these are all my loyal servants. They're misfits,deformed vamps, some with no fangs, others can't drink blood of humans, some are taboo children, being only half-bred offspring of a male vamp and female human. Such a shame, they're stuck in this life. Well, dead-life..." Ragnor trailed off, looking at me.
"Thank god I wasn't born a vamp." I said.
"Thank god the replacement is hotter than the first one." Ragnor mumbled.
"Thank YOU for the flowers." I said, snapping him out of it. "Where can I put them?"
Ragnor snapped his fingers, mumbling a command in a different language to a maid close by. She took the flowers from me, flashing a fangless smile, and scurried off.
"Come on, to our room." Ragnor pulled me down the hall, and up about a thousand stairs, to the very top room. He lead me in, and with a jolt, I realized; It was my dream bedroom.

I said a small 'oh' which caused Ragnor to smirk.
"Like it?" Ragnor asked.
"LIKE IT? It's like you read my mind! I always wanted a room like this, but was stuck with stupid pink." I said.
"Ah, well..." Ragnor threw himself on the bed. "you must have excellent taste. This place is fit for royalty. And that is what you are...That is if you agree so."
"What do you mean?"
I sat next to Ragnor, looking at him.
"I can't just DECLARE us married, now can I?" Ragnor gave me a small smile.
I gasp escaped my lips, and I slipped off the bed.
"MARRIED?" I gasped.
"You humans still have marriage, right?" Ragnor asked.
"Yeah...But still, I have to MARRY you?" I asked.
"I knew you'd say no. Even Zaphora-"
"I'm not Zaphora, and frankly, I'm jealous that you are so attached to her!" I exclaimed.
"Look, you don't HAVE to, but I'd like to." Ragnor said.
"And then Aliette Faux will no longer be." I mumbled.
"Faux? That's your last name?" Ragnor asked.
"Yep. And then I'd end up with a new last name..."
"Ashby." Ragnor said.
"No longer Fake Aliette?" I asked.
"If you wish." Ragnor said.
"Maybe." Ragnor perked up. "That does not mean a yes, or a no, more like a I'll-think-about-it."
Ragnor picked me up, putting me on the bed.
"You know, one big factor is that you're like 21 times my age." I said.
"I'm exactly 19 in vampire years. The age you appear, you divide that by your real age and the answer is your age in vamp years.
"So I'm 0.055555555555555555555555555555556 years old?" I asked.
"I'm dating a baby, then." Ragnor grinned.
"No thanks, I'm staying with human years."
"Good." Ragnor said.
"I'm hungry again." I complained, when my fangs buried themselves in my lip.
"Sorry, kitchen's too far away." Ragnor smirked.
"WHAT?!" I cried.
"But, you can have my blood." Ragnor was already shirtless. He took my fingernail, slicing a line in his neck, that began bleeding. The smell was intoxicating;I took to his neck, and bit down hard. Ragnor moaned, fighting at the shirt I borrowed from him. He got it off, and began nipping at my neck, in a way that made my breathing speed up, and my crotch itch with expectancy. I thought back to what Zachary had said when I first bit him.
You know, what you just did to me is considered sexual contact.

I shivered, and licked Ragnor's wound closed.
"Ass." I hissed.
"What?" Ragnor was panting.
"Zachary told me what we just did is considered sexual contact." I grumbled, wiping the excess blood off my mouth.
"I...You're right. I couldn't help it." Ragnor looked away, ashamed.
"It felt good though with you at my neck. I'm sure you would be jealous to find out that when I first drank blood, I was naked, and on top of Zach." I stuck my tongue out.
"NOT FAIR!" Ragnor exclaimed, causing me to giggle.
"Yeah, but Zachary threw me aside, remember? And you basically proposed to me a few minutes ago. So I guess if I say yes, you get an area of me Zachy never even got." I said.
"What would that be?"
"My crotch." I answered simply, around a yawn.
"When can I have that?" Ragnor asked excitedly, as I got under the covers.
"After the wedding." I said, half-asleep.
"IS THAT A YES TO THE MARRIAGE?" Ragnor asked.
"Maybe...Talk in morning..."
And I fell asleep in Ragnor's arms. I soon snapped awake, with Ragnor's arms wrapped around the area directly under my breasts. He moaned, pulling me closer to him, as he slept.
"Aliette..." He muttered my name several times.
"Ssh. I'm fine." I soothed.
"Aliette." He muttered my name one more time, before quieting.
I dozed off again into a dreamless sleep.

Wonderful, I'm Part Cat

I awoke to the smell of breakfast. I sat up, scratching a spot on my head. My claws were bloody. Wait...CLAWS?!

I looked at my hands again. Where my delicate, short fingernails had been, were bloodstained white claws, about half of the size of the finger they were plastered on. I flexed my hand, and saw that the claws were like those of a cat. Huh, I wonder if they retract.

I held the blood under Ragnor's nose, waking him up. He saw my claws and grinned.
"Finally you show another sign of a fledgeling that can survive." Ragnor saw my confused expression. "Sometimes our kind have claws, from an accident some million years ago. We're the only downworlder now, considering since they are now considered humans. There used to be cat people, children of lions, and a fledgeling girl sorta...had a baby with a lion-boy. It's a curse for them. Some of our traits went to their unfortunate kind-like our appetite, and the thing with the sun-but we benefit, like those claws, and better night-vision."
"Oh." I said, flexing my hands again, and to my surprise, they slid away, revealing my human nails.
"Is that BLOOD?" Ragnor licked his lips.
"Yeah, I scratched my head, without realizing the claws..." I trailed off, licking my hand. My blood was sweet, and intoxicating.
"Stop teasing me." Ragnor buried his head in my neck, not biting me.
"Is that what you want?" I asked, feeling like a slave.
"...Yes." Ragnor murmured into my neck, before biting down.
Pleasure flooded through my veins, causing me to moan. Ragnor pinned me down, biting harder. It seemed like a second, and then it was over. Ragnor licked my wound closed, and got off, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. His eyes brightened when he looked at me.
"What?" I asked.
I looked down, to see the hem of my dress was lower than expected, and showed almost all of my breasts. I hastily pulled the hem up, warmth flooding my cheeks.
"Come on, let's get you into some clothes other than that gray thing." Ragnor said.

The maids were awfully nice, chattering with me as if they were my best friends. We narrowed it down to two dresses among thousands.
My options were:
Option 1:

or
Option 2:

I ended up wearing the second dress, as the maids helped me into it. It was short, barely covering my butt and crotch, threatening to ride up if I moved the wrong way. The maids, who all had dark hair, commented my wheat blonde locks, insisting on fishtail-braiding it. I slipped on some cheetah print high heels as the maids put bright red lipstick on me. I managed to escape, to only wander the halls in a wild goose chase for the kitchen. I eventually gave up, until a maid came by, leading me to the kitchen, where Ragnor sat, in new clothes, sipping a pina colada and reading the newspaper, like an adult. The nurse bowed, muttering something inaudible, and scurried off. Ragnor sipped his pina colada, before looking up, and gagging on his pina colada. The glass slipped from his hands, crashing to the floor. Shards of glass blanketed the area between Ragnor and I like a brick wall. Ragnor looked at me, his eyes widening, before hastily picking the glass up, and discarding it in the trash. He turned