Novels by Qiyang

Ming's POVI was floating on cloud nine for exactly two days.Two blissful days of replaying Kamon's words - "someone I actually care about" - over and over in my head like my own personal romantic soundtrack.Then I saw her."Who is that?" I whispered to Ploy as we sat in the campus coffee shop, watching a gorgeous girl with long, silky hair laugh at something Kamon was saying.Ploy followed my gaze and nearly choked on her iced coffee. "That's Nim. She's in Architecture too.""Architecture," I repeated flatly, watching as Nim touched Kamon's arm while she talked. "Of course she is.""Ming, you're staring."I was more than staring. I was glaring with the intensity of a thousand suns, and I could feel my fangs starting to tingle with something that definitely wasn't romantic attraction."She's very... touchy," I observed, as Nim laughed again and leaned closer to Kamon."She's always been like that. Very friendly.""Friendly." The word came out like a growl.Ploy turned to look at me

Ming's POVFor three days, I avoided the campus parking lot like it was contaminated with garlic.Which, considering my vampire heritage, wasn't entirely inaccurate."You can't avoid him forever," Ploy said, not looking up from her textbook as I paced around our dorm room for the hundredth time that morning."Watch me.""Ming, your scooter is literally sitting in the parking lot, fixed and ready to go. All you have to do is walk over there, say thank you, and act like a normal person.""But what if he asks questions? What if he wants to know how I crushed solid steel with my bare hands? What if—""What if you stop being dramatic and just go get your scooter?"I flopped down on my bed dramatically. "I can't face him. Not after the metal-crushing incident.""Fine. Then walk to class for the rest of the semester. I'm sure your legs could use the exercise.""You're not being helpful.""I'm being realistic." Ploy finally looked up from her book. "Besides, he texted you twice asking if you'

Ming's POVI spent the entire next day mentally preparing for my scooter appointment with Kamon.Which was probably why everything went horribly wrong."You're overthinking this," Ploy said for the hundredth time as I stood in front of our dorm room mirror, changing my shirt for the fifth time. "It's just scooter maintenance, not a marriage proposal.""What if I say something stupid again?" I pulled on a blue top, then immediately took it off. "What if I panic? What if—""What if you actually act like a normal human being for once?"If only she knew how impossible that was.I finally settled on a simple white t-shirt and jeans—casual but cute. My reflection looked nervous but passable. I could do this. I was a strong, independent half-vampire who could handle one simple conversation about scooter engines.How hard could it be?3:55 PM - Campus Parking LotI was sitting on my bright yellow scooter, checking my phone every thirty seconds, when I heard footsteps approaching. My enhanced

Ming's POVI was hiding under my blanket like a five-year-old when Ploy burst through our dorm room door."MING CHEN!" she yelled. "What the hell was that?!"I pulled the blanket tighter over my head. "I don't know what you're talking about.""You RAN AWAY! From the garage! While Kamon was still trying to teach you about engines!""I had to leave suddenly.""You said you were allergic to METAL!""It's a very serious condition."Ploy yanked the blanket off my head. Her face was red, and she looked like she was about to explode. "You are the most ridiculous person I have ever met!"I sat up slowly, my hair probably looking like I'd been electrocuted. "How mad is your dad?""He's confused! He spent twenty minutes asking Kamon if you seemed sick, and Kamon had no idea what to tell him because you literally sprinted out of there like the building was on fire!"Oh god. "What did Kamon say?""That's the worst part!" Ploy threw her hands in the air. "He was actually WORRIED about you! He aske

Ming's POV"Ancient mating rituals often involved elaborate displays of prowess and desirability..."Professor Siri's voice droned on, but I wasn't paying attention. I was too busy staring out the window, wondering if Kamon was still at his drafting table and trying not to think about how I'd just destroyed priceless pottery while stalking him."Ming," Ploy whispered, poking me with her pen. "You're doing it again.""Doing what?""Staring into space with that dreamy expression. It's disturbing."I turned back to my notebook, which was completely blank except for the words "Mrs. Ming Kamon" written in tiny letters at the top. I quickly scribbled them out."Pay attention," Ploy hissed. "This could be useful for your... situation.""What situation?""Your complete inability to talk to boys without destroying ancient artifacts."Professor Siri was now showing slides of cave paintings. "Notice how the male figures are depicted performing feats of strength to attract potential mates...""Se

Ming's POVOkay, so maybe hiding behind a 500-year-old pottery display wasn't my finest moment.But in my defense, Kamon looked absolutely gorgeous today."Ming, what are you doing?"I nearly jumped out of my skin. My roommate Ploy stood behind me with her arms crossed, wearing that look that screamed 'I'm about to expose all your secrets.'"Research," I whispered, peeking over the ancient vase at the boy who'd been haunting my dreams for two weeks straight."On the Architecture building?""It's called... interdisciplinary studies."Through the window, I watched Kamon measure something with those beautiful, paint-stained hands. His dark hair fell across his forehead just right, and those intense eyes were focused with the kind of concentration that made my stomach flip.God, he was perfect."OH NO, HE'S LOOKING!"I dove behind the display case faster than humanly possible—which, considering I'm only half-human, probably wasn't the smartest move.CRASH!The Ming dynasty replica explode