Why Can’t I Just Eat People?

Vampire Series

Nobody ever writes about ghetto, black vampires. So I did.
Loxadante Lee is an 18-year-old kid from Detroit who got bitten by a vampire.
Now he’s the youngest vampire in a century, earning him the nickname Baby.

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Will he control his people? 2

Vampire Series

Nobody ever writes about ghetto, black vampires. So I did.
Loxadante Lee is an 18-year-old kid from Detroit who got bitten by a vampire.
Now he’s the youngest vampire in a century, earning him the nickname Baby.

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About the Author
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Yuri Levitansky thought incessantly and painfully about the past years. More than once, he declared his intention to write memoirs. thought incessantly and painfully about the past years. More than once, he declared his intention to write memoirs. Sometimes, it seemed as if he was about to clear the debris from his desk and begin the work. But time passed, and he never got around to it: at the last moment, something always. More than once, he declared his intention to write memoirs. Sometimes, it seemed as if he was about to clear the debris fro

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Why Can’t I Just Eat People?

Yuri Levitansky thought incessantly and painfully about the past years. More than once, he declared his intention to write memoirs. thought incessantly and painfully about the past years. More than once, he declared his intention to write memoirs. Sometimes, it seemed as if he was about to clear the debris from his desk and begin the work. But time passed, and he never got around to it: at the last moment, something always. More than once, he declared his intention to write memoirs. Sometimes, it seemed as if he was about to clear the debris fro

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Will he control his hunger or keep eating people? 2

Yuri Levitansky thought incessantly and painfully about the past years. More than once, he declared his intention to write memoirs. thought incessantly and painfully about the past years. More than once, he declared his intention to write memoirs. Sometimes, it seemed as if he was about to clear the debris from his desk and begin the work. But time passed, and he never got around to it: at the last moment, something always. More than once, he declared his intention to write memoirs. Sometimes, it seemed as if he was about to clear the debris fro