Of Werewolves and Megaton Bomb
Description
Cho Hara wasn’t about to oppose with her Mom’s beautiful plan to wed the famous Kim Jungsoo. Hara wasn’t about to complain when her Mom babbled about the fact that Jungsoo had not one, not two, not also three, but eleven little younglings on his house. Hara shrugged. Oh well, Hara thought, I can handle kids. Her Mom didn’t say her step-brothers weren’t small little younglings.
They were fully-grown men ranging from age twenty-eight to eighteen years old. Tf, Hara had thought. But she shrugged again, albeit nervous one. It’s okay, she thought, placating herself, they’re just boys. Or men. I can handle them. Probably.
Her Mom didn’t say her step-brothers weren’t human—they were werewolves.
And Hara was a vampire. Don’t forget the insignificant bit.
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Alternative Title : Werewolves as Vampire's Step-Brothers?!
(and no it's not the real title don't wORRY)
Genre : fantasy, slice of life, humor, action (probably), romance, fluff, reverseharem LOL
Pairing : none as we speak, but this fic will revolves around OC /getshot
Day posted : 9/2/2017
Day finished : -
Word counts : -
updated : every weekend if I'm not too busy. (Friday/Saturday/Sunday)
A/N : I’m trying! I have found a LOT of this kind of story in wattpad and is trying to recreate a way possible to make this not cliché, but I know I'm still failing. I mean look at that hideous summary. YUCK. and I gotta be honest--this is going to be plotless fic lol i really just want to make those reverse harem genre and is very interested by 'Living with the OOO Boys' situation in wattpad so this abomination is borned sorry chingu-ya (weaboo detected)
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Foreword
I needed to find out what it was. My shoes made a fast clicks against the high-quality, shiny floors, and the smell was so dizzying, but it overlapped with something… something more earthy, more wet… something I couldn’t place my hand on. The feast room 101 was on the end of the spacious corridor and I stopped before I open the door.
I realized that the flowery smells, spice smells, all of them were working together in sync, against me—they worked to cover something else, to cover a smell I wasn’t familiar with… something wet. Something very wet.
(Wet Dog?)
My hand was in contact with the cold metal of door handle and creaked it open—a blast of air with great intensity slammed my face first, before I opened my eyes to see what was it that made Mom so damn anxious, nervous, and so unsure about her engagement with Park Jungsoo…
Because in front of me, there they were, Park Jungsoo plus eleven. And the eleven of them were staring at her also with dawning realization. My heart drummed inside my ribcage all of sudden and my flight-or-fight reflex kicking in. My first instinct was to run, you were outnumbered, protect yourself, however the next rational thought was the winner. I straightened my back, covering my cold, sweaty hands. Mom was stiff beside me, her eyes watching my every move as I stepped inside the room calmly and sat at the far end of the table.
Yeah. My name is Cho Hara, one four vampire. Is having a dinner with possible step-father, and possible step-brother(s).
Who were all, all, werewolves.
(Tell me if this was a dream or something because… really?)
(Was my life a live sitcom? The parody level is too high to handle...)
(Or maybe a pop-vampire culture literature? Maybe my life is actually a fanfiction, with a sadistic bastard of an author. If that’s the case, you know what author?
…you .)
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