Fatal Attraction: I Just Want to Be Near Him — Novel

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In a world where vampires blend seamlessly into human society, Olivia is a unique breed—an immortal hiding her true nature while attempting to live a normal life. But when a chance encounter with Jason, the charming yet awkward student council president, ignites an irresistible attraction, everything spirals out of control. With her carefully constructed facade at risk, can she navigate the complexities of a human heart while battling her own primal urges?

As Olivia grapples with her growing feelings for Jason, their encounters only deepen the tension. Each interaction seems to stir up a whirlwind of rumors and misunderstandings, leaving Olivia feeling more exposed than ever. Will she keep her distance to protect the fragile peace she has built, or will she risk it all to explore a connection that feels both electrifying and dangerous?

Secrets lurk beneath the surface, and the stakes rise as Olivia's dual existence threatens to unravel. With every confrontation, the line between love and danger blurs, and she must decide how far she's willing to go for a chance at happiness. In this unpredictable game of attraction, can Olivia tame her dark desires, or will her past come back to haunt her?

Fatal Attraction: I Just Want to Be Near HimChapter 1

I'm a vampire hiding out in human society.

Because I avoid human blood, I'm pretty much always running on empty. That's why I look like a pale, pint-sized goth with a pair of fangs and stand just over five feet tall.

Ditch the old vampire tropes; I can chill with a beer and barbecue loaded with garlic or play heroes with preschoolers without care.

Blending in almost perfectly, I attend college, lead a normal human life, and even pull shifts at a popular bakery.

Yes, even a looker of a vampire has to hustle to pay the bills.

I've got the brains and the brawn, but even four centuries haven't taught me to sugarcoat my words or deal slickly with people.

I'm blunt—so much so that if it weren't for my good looks, as my bestie Ava keeps saying, I'd probably catch more beatdowns than lectures.

Once, while strolling past the basketball courts, I watched our team fumble shot after shot. Couldn't help but let out a disappointed, "Our guys just can't cut it, can they?"

My timing couldn't have been better—or worse. The team overheard during their break, and a few glares came my way.