Welcome to the Wattpad Block Party - Winter Edition III!
Round FIVE of this popular event is coming your way the entire month of February 2017 and it's going to be epic! The invites have started to roll out and everyone from your all time favo...
An introduction is an important thing but I'm absolutely atrocious at them, so I'm just going to jump straight into my post— and hope you like me enough to read all the way to the end.
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not really; but there is a giveaway you might be interested in.
Earlier this year, I started a new story — Arranged Marriage To Mr. Right — that quickly gained a sizable following and reached #2 on the Vampire What's Hot List —10 | 03 | 16 — much to my surprise.
Many of you, who are already dedicated fans of Arranged Marriage To Mr. Right are currently reading this with any measure of excitement because of my endless and undoubtedly obnoxious promotion of the Wattpad Block Party — Winter Edition III hosted by @KellyAnneBlount. For that, I thank you very much.
I hope you enjoy a peek at Theveros from Everett's point of view.
Theveros is the ship-name readers of Arranged Marriage To Mr. Right have given Thanos and Everett.
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When Saying 'I Do' Is All You Can Do
Maybe marriage to Thanos Right won't be so bad, I think, following behind my father and Richard Right, current head of the Moroii family and my new father-in-law. The arrangement will end the bloody war that has encased Necropolis for months. Innocent people will be spared. With the ruling families at peace, everything will go back to normal.
What is really considered normal when you live in a place such as Necropolis, surrounded by monsters parading around as nothing more than average men?
How long can normal really last?
Shaking my head, I close my eyes and breathe deeply. There are some thoughts not meant for this day. There are some things I will have to forget in order to make this marriage of (in)convenience work. My father, for the first time in my short twenty years, is depending on me and I am not going to let him down. His disappointment is deadly on the best of days as those in our family know well.
"You can do this, Everett," I whisper to myself.
A sharp glare from my father, an average man who appears larger than life simply because of his imposing nature, makes me swallow and press my lips together. An undetectable tremor dances like death's cold fingers down my spine.
