Ming thought hiding her supernatural side would be easy... until she fell for the mysterious boy in her college. Now her carefully controlled life is falling apart, and her biggest secret might be impossible to keep. What happens when a half-vampire tries to have a normal college romance? Spoiler alert: Nothing goes according to plan.
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Okay, 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 exploded into a thousand pieces.
"Smooth," Ploy said dryly. "Really subtle."
I peeked over the broken pottery. Kamon was staring directly at our window, those gorgeous dark eyes confused and slightly concerned. When he caught me looking, his eyebrows furrowed in that worried way, like he was wondering if I was hurt. He hesitated for a moment, then gave a small, uncertain nod—the kind of polite acknowledgment you give a stranger when you're not sure what else to do.
I fell backwards into another display case.
"MING CHEN!" Professor Siri's voice boomed across the department. "What is happening over there?"
"Sorry, Professor! Just... practicing my excavation techniques!"
Ploy snorted with laughter. "Is that what we're calling stalking now?"
"I wasn't stalking!" I protested, standing up and brushing dust off my jeans. "I was... observing. For science."
"Right. And I suppose you've been 'observing for science' every day for two weeks? Including the time you followed him to the cafeteria and hid behind a potted plant?"
Okay, she had a point there.
"That was different. I was hungry."
"You ordered nothing but a bottle of water and stared at him for thirty minutes."
"I was... hydrating."
Ploy rolled her eyes and started helping me clean up the broken pottery. "Just talk to him, Ming. How hard can it be?"
If only she knew. Talking to normal people was already complicated when you had to remember not to mention your supernatural strength, enhanced hearing, or occasional blood cravings. Add a massive crush to the mix? Recipe for disaster.
"It's not that simple," I muttered.
"Why not? You're smart, you're pretty, you're funny when you're not being a complete disaster—"
"Thanks for the pep talk."
"—and besides, what's the worst that could happen?"
I could accidentally reveal I'm half-vampire and ruin everything. But I couldn't exactly tell Ploy that.
"I could embarrass myself," I said instead.
"More than you already have?"
"Rude."
Ploy grinned. "Actually, I have an idea. You know how my dad's garage is always looking for part-time help? Well, guess who started working there last week?"
My head snapped up so fast I probably looked like an owl. "Kamon?"
"Bingo. And guess who's getting picked up after class today and could use a ride?"
I stared at her in horror. "You're evil."
"I'm helpful. There's a difference."
"What if I say something stupid? What if I trip? What if I accidentally—" I caught myself before I could say 'show my fangs.'
"Accidentally what?"
"...smell like old pottery?"
Ploy looked at me like I'd grown a second head. "Ming, you're overthinking this. He's just a boy."
Just a boy. Right. A boy who made my undead heart do backflips. A boy with the most beautiful dark eyes I'd ever seen—intense and mysterious, with this underlying sadness that made you want to know all his secrets. A boy who moved with quiet confidence but had this gentle way of speaking that made everyone around him feel important.
A boy who was probably going to run screaming once he realized I was a supernatural disaster waiting to happen.
"Fine," I said, because apparently I enjoyed torturing myself. "But if this goes wrong, I'm blaming you."
"Deal. Now come on, Professor Siri's class starts in five minutes."
As we walked toward the lecture hall, I caught another glimpse of Kamon through the window. He was bent over his drafting table, completely absorbed in his work. His dark hair fell across his forehead in that effortlessly messy way that belonged in a music video. There was something almost brooding about the way he worked—intense and focused, like he was pouring his soul into every line he drew.
The late afternoon sunlight caught the sharp angles of his face, highlighting that quiet intensity that made him so different from other boys on campus. He had this way of moving that was both graceful and strong, like he was comfortable in his own skin despite whatever weight he seemed to carry on his shoulders.
I sighed dreamily.
This was going to be a complete disaster.
But maybe it would be the best disaster of my life.
"Oh, and Ming?" Ploy said as we took our seats. "Maybe don't mention that you already know his name. I forgot to tell him that I told you about him."
I turned to stare at her in horror. "What do you mean you forgot to—"
"Good afternoon, class!" Professor Siri boomed. "Today we'll be discussing ancient mating rituals!"
I slumped in my seat.
The universe definitely had a sense of humor.
[End of Chapter 1]
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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
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