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WereVamp: Book Two

M.P. Sharma

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Mallika couldn’t believe that it was just a couple of weeks ago when her life seemed perfect. No, it was perfect. She was finally beginning to feel comfortable in her own skin, her father was starting to come around to the fact that she wasn’t his little girl any longer, the one that needed his protection and guidance, she had grown into a formidable young lady and she could make her own decisions. but could she? Because her decision may have costed her the only thing she’d ever truly loved and had within her grasp, her life had been perfect, no matter how hard it was convincing everyone else that they were meant to be, for the first time she didn’t care - Levi loved her and he was the only one who had ever really mattered in all the years her form had cursed the planet. But not any more. Levi was gone, no, he was worse than gone; he was here without being hers. Every time she looked into his eyes, her heart cracked a little further and each time she believed with her soul it couldn’t hurt anymore but she was wrong. It can always hurt more. Levi’s beautiful caramel eyes didn’t recognise her anymore, didn’t pine for her the way she had grown blissfully accustomed to any longer and she had no one else to blame but herself. It was her fault - Mallika should have known better, how could something as despicable as her, a creature as abhorrent as her ever have a perfect life, ever have a blessed life? She couldn’t - life after death was dark. It was bleak and hopeless. It was anything but perfect. But she deserved it, she had asked for it, laid a bed she could never truly rest in. Mallika knew she would eventually hurt him, burn him to cinders the way she did everyone. Since when had anything or anyone that had even gotten close to her lived to enjoy life the way whe once had all those hundreds of years ago? Never. Mallika had thought leaving him would save him, eventually Levi would have forgotten her, even as seeing him every day would have ripped her soul into shreds again and again for the eternity she was doomed to live but she had been too late. Loving Levi was his ultimate destruction and there was no one else to blame but her. Mallika has destroyed the only thing that meant anything to her in this unloved world with her own bare hands and she was the cause of it all. Adrinius, her devastatingly evil brother had been right all along, Mallika wasn’t fit to take over the mantel from her father. How could anyone lead Dracula’s people but Dracula himself? But he wasn’t here anymore, he had been sacrificed in the pursuit of her supposed happiness like so many after him but all she felt was a tumultuous sadness within her old vampire bones. If Mallika couldn’t save the one person she loved with all her soul, how was she ever going to lead her brothers and sisters, her father’s, Dracula’s people into the promised vampire land the way she had been destined to? Mallika feared that they were all condemned to an undead life of misery and perpetual hell the way she was and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it or could she? Maybe it was time Mallika sacrificed herself for the greater good this once …

339 pages, Paperback

Published July 16, 2018

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M.P. Sharma

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M.P. (Mituri Pradip) Sharma is a Writer, a Print Journalist, a Technical Writer, a Business Analyst, a Test Lead, and a Marketing & Communications/Public Relations Head for Nim-Véda Australia. Though she has a varied background, what has remained constant is her absolute obsessive love for writing, having written sporadically throughout the years.

Mituri began her career as a print journalist while in school and continued to work as one while completing her university education in journalism, writing for a variety of local papers, university publications, online materials and glossy magazines. Even though a brief dissolution with the journalism world lead her down the path of Business Administration and Information Technology (with postgraduate degrees in both), she soon accepted the fact that writing was going to be plaguing her, happily or otherwise till she was no more.

A previous recipient of the Australian based Michael Harrison Award for Print Journalism, Mituri’s forte and passion lies firmly in fiction writing. Armed with plenty of stories where as a child she would be lost in an imaginary world she had created for hours at an end, it turns out the habit never left.

Mituri still finds that her imaginary acquaintances provide her with a source of entertainment whenever and wherever and she truly hopes that you will allow her to take you on the ride to some of these “worlds” as she sees it!

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