Forever Mine

(A Vampire Paranormal Romance Short Story)

De: Amy Horikami

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

Heading to her country home, Celia and her companion get caught in a storm, when all of a sudden their carriage breaks down. In the distance, a manor appears out of nowhere, but they take their chances since the storm is raging and they must seek shelter for the night. All is not as it seems, and the master of the house is not who she expects.

This short story is perfect for those who love vampire romances with a little bit of suspense.

*This book is a clean romance.

Review

A Sugar-coated Fang-Winded Romp

Imagine you’re mid-storm, your carriage—okay, your very life—crash-lands, and out of nowhere: a gothic mansion. Perfect! You tumble in like a stray sock into a washing machine, except instead of laundry, you’re trapped with a dark, possibly immortal landlord whose glances threaten to collapse realities—or at least your inhibitions.

Horikami doesn’t just serve clean romance; she serves it with stakes higher than your electric bill during a heatwave. Suspense crackles through every shadowy corridor, yet slyly tip-toes around anything too risqué—like a vampire tip-toeing past garlic.

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Plot Twists That Taste Like Cherry-Flavored Confusion

On one whim, you’re cozying into a suspense-laced vampire love nest; on the next, you’re swirling in a short-story vortex that’s not quite novella, maybe just novella-lite. One Goodreads-like source rates it a modest 3 out of 5 stars, noting “perfect for those who love vampire romances with a little bit of suspense. This book is a clean romance.” 

That’s like saying: “It’s a parade with fireworks—don’t worry, the fireworks are all PG-rated.” The drama is there, but the heat is more haiku than fever dream.

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Weird Yet Charming Characters (The Mansion’s Laundry List)

You’ve got Celia and her companion—probably Celia’s friend, sibling, or dinner date—with their carriage snapping like a stale cookie in a microwave. The manor appears like a magician’s rabbit, and the master? Think brooding moody meets “I’ll show you my eternal affection… eventually.”

Horikami’s protagonist doesn’t scream, swoon wildly, or faint every third line—she’s chill enough to remind you of your cool older cousin who actually reads vampire romance for the suspense, not the arm weakness.

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No Garlic, No Stakes, Still Suspense

Let’s be honest: clean romance is usually the literary equivalent of decaf coffee—it keeps you up but doesn’t give you heart palpitations. Here, Horikami fuses clean writing with vampire chills and maybe a whisper of “I’m so inescapably drawn to you,” minus the smut. It’s like sipping black tea by candlelight in a crypt—elegant, tense, slightly eerie.

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Final Verdict: Delightfully Odd, Surprisingly Sweet

If you crave:
• A vampire-ish, suspense-tinged weekend read
• Characters who don’t collapse at first eye contact but smolder like polite embers
• A story with enough mystery to keep you turning pages—but not so spicy it sets off wildfire alarms

Then Forever Mine is a delightfully strange cuddle… with a vampire… in a mansion… during a storm. Weird? 100%. Charming? Absolutely.

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In short: this is like ordering a latte and discovering it’s blended with ghost-whisper and romance-hush. It’s quirky, cute, and, dare I say, weirdly cozy.