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Hela Zhefarovich was a demanding woman. She learned to get what she wanted, when she wanted, by her mother. Well, adopted mother, biological aunt. Ever since she found out about Araxfell’s blood status, she could not resist. The man’s whose lips were so soft, delicious even. And her...

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Hela knew how to get what she wanted, and was glad that this one man knew that just by how she acted. Hela was gifted in ways, but she was also young at heart. She gave a little smile toward the one that said his name when she asked. Hela was more than happy to go with the inexperienced one...

Hela listened as the man, not even being polite enough to introduce himself. Quite rude, in her opinion. She blamed on the fact that she was absolutely gorgeous. Hela knew this, and was not vain about it. Before she could comment on how she agreed with the country and demand for the man's name...

Hela slowly lifted the hood off of her head and revealed the entirety of her pale face. From where she has been, it was clear that she did not see the sun much in her life. Her skin was almost as white as snow. Her eyes were bright, but curious. Who was this fellow? He looked interesting to say...

There was no reason why Hela Zhefarovich should be in Bleak Street. While her aunt was shopping at one of the local stores here, Hela was given permission to walk around. Standing at five feet seven, with a hood draped over her head, the Bulgarian and Russian girl slowly made her way through the...