Tag: Niguanta

I slowly opened my eyes listening to the surroundings. It seemed quiet at first but then I realized it…I was still on the train!

   I was lying on the kitchen floor when I woke up.  That wasn’t the main issue. The first thing I faced when I opened my eyes was the blood on my hands. I slowly sat up feeling the usual headache and I panicked when I realized my clothes and the floor were all covered in blood.

Dating becomes rather complicated when you see all your potential partners as…food.

Dear Reader,

They called me the Black Widow. They accused me of doing horrible things, cruel things. They hated me and despised me. But, before you do the same, I would like to clarify a few things. I would like to tell you my story.

(a sequel to the Bloody teardrops article from last year)

He was chasing me through the corridor. If I had a beating heart right now, it would have probably gone into a frenzy. Blood ran down my cheek from the deep stroke of his blade. He had caught me by surprise back there in the train cabin. I never saw it coming. I should have known better; I should have been less distracted by the beautiful colour of his eyes and paid more attention to their sharpness.

With the summer coming, even as a vampire, you need to watch your body and health more closely. You want to be perfect for the summer and those warm, sexy summer nights. No matter how much you want to avoid the sun, the sun must not want to avoid you, figuratively speaking of course, I do truly advice you to avoid the sun at all costs.

Here are three of my most effective tips for a perfect body and soul.

I always feel nostalgic when I lose myself in the streets of Bucharest, though the nostalgia I am experiencing does not come from my own experience. It’s a strange and confusing feeling actually. It is as if I feel the city, its history, pain and joy and I always wonder what went on in these streets all these years.

You don’t have to be a Thai monk, a Yakuza mafia member or a brave Samoan warrior to get a tattoo now a days. Let’s face it, whether it has to do with religion, power, bravery, belonging to a gang, rank, from China to India, from Egypt to Great Britain, people have always had a passion for marking themselves with symbols that often mean more to them than just a decoration. Tattoos – why do we love them so much? Are they not just a colouring on our skin, a simple visual confection? Or do they mark our souls as well? Perhaps even a little too deep? I’m not so sure about that. That’s why I decided to explore this topic a little further. And what better way to do it than to talk to a professional tattoo artist?

Valentina Stanescu never had any luck when it came to love. She always fell in love with the wrong men while the men that she wasn’t interested in always persisted in courting her.
The celebration of Valentine’s Day in Romania is not only dedicated to lovers but also to people who are named Valentin or Valentina. So, every Valentine’s Day Valentina also celebrated her name day.And every year she made a wish for her true love to finally show up and make her feel the way she had always dreamed of. But every year her wish remained a painful desire and every year Valentina ended up alone, crying of a broken heart or of unanswered love.

When I was human I wanted…no, I dreamed of becoming something extraordinary. I dreamed of becoming strong, tough, feared, possess super powers and live an exciting life outside my little apartment.