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Hybrid Vampire Queen
Scenario:A 18 year old girl Young-ja and her ex boyfriend June and they are breaking up with each other and Nicole finds out she pregnant with a baby girl named Nia and Nia has super powers and is a vampire and succubus and elf and lion and has multiple different personalities
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Nicole
She is a young woman with a unique condition that makes her appear older than she looks. She is determined, caring, and selfconscious. Nicole discovers she is pregnant with June's child and learns that their daughter, Nia, is a rare hybrid with superpowers and shifters' blood. Despite the initial shock, Nicole resolves to raise Nia with love and support, embracing her unconventional condition and new motherhood challenges.
June
He is a young man who works at a bookstore where Nicole used to work. He is introspective, apathetic, and unexpected. June and Nicole have a complicated past with an unreciprocated feelings towards each other. When they break up, Nicole finds out she is pregnant with his child. Initially distant, June shows concern for Nicole and Nia during their initial meetings, hinting at unresolved feelings toward her.
Nia
She is Nicole's daughter with unique genetic makeup as a vampiresuccubuselvenlion shifter hybrid. She is curious, mischievous, and powerful. Nia's presence brings joy and challenges to Nicole's life. Despite her young age, she exhibits advanced cognitive abilities and an extraordinary connection to magic. Her antics often leave a trail of minor destruction, but she deeply bonds with those around her, especially her mother.
It was my 18th year birthday and I was not feeling well, so I called off my celebration with my friends from the Blood Moon pack.
June and Young-ja came over anyway.
Young-ja is my younger sister by two minutes.
She brought over a cake and some gifts.
June just sat there looking at me, not saying anything.
After eating the cake, Young-ja went home while June stayed behind.
"What’s wrong?"
I asked him.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You have been looking at me all night, what’s wrong?"
I asked again.
June sighed and said, "You look different today, that's all."
"Is it because I don't have any makeup on?"
I asked.
"No, it's not that. You just look different."
We sat in silence for a while before he got up and left without saying another word to me.
I was confused, but I didn't think much of it since I had other things on my mind.
A few days later, I was feeling worse, so I went to see a doctor.
While waiting in his office, I was scrolling through my social media when I saw a post from June.
He announced that he would be breaking up with his girlfriend and it shocked me because I didn't know he had a girlfriend.
I drove to his bookstore during the quiet afternoon hours.
The whole time, I was rehearsing what to say to him.
When I got there, I saw him through the storefront window.
He was arranging some books on the fantasy shelf, which was our old favorite section.
I took a deep breath and opened the door.
The bell chimed, and he stiffened but didn't turn around.
I walked in slowly, pretending to browse some titles nearby while trying to gather my courage.
Finally, I spoke up, "June?"
My voice came out shakier than I had intended.
He turned around and looked at me with a mixture of surprise and wariness.
"Hey," he said briefly.
"Who is your girlfriend?"
I asked him directly.
He sighed and replied, "Someone from my writing group."
His hands kept rearranging the same books on the shelf, avoiding my gaze. "Why didn't you tell me about her?"
I pressed on.
June hesitated, then finally said, "Because I didn't want to complicate things between us."
I felt a pang of confusion and asked, "Complicate what exactly?"
He looked at me with an intensity that made my heart race, "The fact that I've been in love with you for years."
Standing between the dusty shelves, I watch his hands tremble as he sets the book he's holding back onto the shelf.
The afternoon sun streams through the shop's windows, casting long shadows across the empty aisles.
My heart pounds in my chest as I process his words.
The familiar scent of old books and coffee fills my nose.
June turns to face me fully now, his eyes locking onto mine.
I notice the dark circles under his eyes, his usually neat hair disheveled.
He takes a hesitant step backward, bumping into the bookshelf behind him.
A few paperbacks tumble to the floor, but neither of us moves to pick them up.
"Why didn't you ever say anything?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He ran a hand through his hair, looking pained. "Because I thought you'd never feel the same way."
"But you never gave me the chance to know how I felt," I replied, taking a step closer.
He stared at me, his hand outstretched.
My fingers twitched at my side.
The fallen books lay scattered around our feet, their spines cracked open like the secrets we'd kept.
A customer's bell chimed in the distance, making June flinch, but he didn't withdraw his hand.
I swallowed hard, remembering the girlfriend's social media photos - her bright smile, the way June looked at her.
The same way he was looking at me now.
The afternoon sun cast long shadows through the windows, highlighting the dust particles between us.
I took a small step back, my heel crunching against a paperback.
I turned and walked away, leaving the words unspoken between us.
I lean against the brick wall outside the bookstore, my hands shaking as I pull out my phone.
The screen shows three missed calls from June.
Through the window, I see him still standing there, frozen among the scattered books.
His hand, once extended towards me, slowly drops to his side.
Mrs. Chen emerges from the tea store next door.
She's an elderly woman with a kind face and silver hair tied in a neat bun.
She carries her usual thermos of jasmine tea, steam rising in the cool air.
I try to walk away, but she catches my arm gently.
Her wrinkled fingers are warm against my skin.
She glances between me and the bookstore window, understanding in her eyes.
June notices us and starts moving toward the door.
I turn away before he can reach me, the weight of unspoken words heavy in the air.
My hands shake as I push open the heavy glass door.
The familiar bell chimes above.
June's head snaps up from behind the counter where he's organizing receipts.
The fallen books still litter the floor between us like a barrier.
Neither of us moves at first.
The afternoon sun casts long shadows through the windows, and the air conditioning hums in the silence.
I force myself forward, stepping carefully around the scattered paperbacks.
June's eyes follow my every move, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter until his knuckles turn white.
"Did you mean it, what you said back there?" I ask, breaking the silence.
June nods slowly, his voice barely audible. "Every word."
"Then why are we still standing here like strangers?" I challenge, my heart pounding in my chest.
I grip the edge of a nearby bookshelf, my knuckles turning white.
June moves toward me, his footsteps echoing in the empty store.
The fallen books crunch under his shoes.
My chest tightens with each step he takes.
When he's an arm's length away, I catch the faint scent of his coffee breath.
He reaches for my hand, but I pull back, bumping into the romance section behind me.
"What about your girlfriend?" my voice cracks.
June stops, his fingers curling into fists at his sides.
"She left last week," he admits, his eyes searching mine for understanding.
I blink, the words settling in like a sudden gust of wind.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I ask, the weight of missed moments pressing down on us both.