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Accounting on Him
A Vampire Himbo x Geeky Human
Accountant Opposites Attract Paranormal MM Romance
Bin There, Dumped That?
Ihad tried to keep a lid on it. I really did…
But there’s one more scene that refused to be tossed…
A trashed story, if you will…
It didn’t quite fit in the main story—too messy, too much… Grumble.
But I couldn’t refuse it…Couldn’t recycle it.
So, I’m taking out the trash one last time…
Get ready to dive into the Rot…
and re-bin-carnation chaos…
The Rot King’s Rare Kindness
As dictated by His Supreme Grubbiness, King Grumble of the Rot
You ever been woken up by the sound of a cursed jockstrap arguing with a discarded love letter? No? Must be nice.
I am curled up on my throne (read: a cracked bidet enshrined in banana peels), enjoying a well-earned nap when the walls of my kingdom start vibrating with spiritual whining.
Again.
“Grumble! Grumble!”
I don’t bother looking up. I figure it’s one of my servants. “Yes, yes, bring me offerings of rot and regret—” I look up. “Oh. It's you.”
There standshim.
Eddy “Trash” Something.
Grouch-turned-soft.
Bin-boy Supreme.
“Grumble,” he says, and—would you believe the audacity—he bows.
Like I am some kind of authority and not just the unfortunate immortal consequence of twenty-three failed reincarnations and a Subway footlong left under the sun too long.
“I need a favour,” Eddy starts.
I cackle. Ihowl. I summon a choir of possessed pizza boxes just to sing “NO” in harmony. But the bastard waits till my dramatic performance is over to continue.
He waits with those gooey amber eyes and thatromance-novel-sacrificial-spiritenergy that makes me itch.
