The Joviad: Paranormal Vampire Romance, #1

By R.H Jupiter

I didn't enjoy it as much as I thought I would. I started having nightmares about the glass breaking in the middle of the night, and how by the time that I was sucked out into the cold, cosmic darkness, I was already dead. I didn't enjoy it as much as I thought I would. I started having nightmares about the glass breaking in the middle of the night, and how by the time that I was sucked out into the cold, cosmic darkness, I was already dead.

• Language: English
• Publisher: R.H Jupiter
• Release date: Aug 3, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201449988

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THE JOVIAD 

Paranormal Vampire Romance

By: R.H. Jupiter

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter One

You know, I always thought that it would be amazing to look out my bedroom window and see the stars. Not the little ones that you could see from Earth, the astronomical equivalent of a pinprick on the end of my index finger, the tiniest drop of blood forced through. I’m talking about stars, as in the cosmic balls of burning gas. It was obviously impossible; they were so big, and they were so far apart that the window of a child must not even exist to them—if they were sentient, of course, which they weren’t.

In hindsight, though, I really did get the next best thing. Jupiter’s surface, when in the light of the sun, was the sort of visual spectacle that you never grew accustomed to looking at. When I was younger, looking at the pictures my father showed us, I had always assumed that the planet was orange, but it wasn’t. It was streaked beautifully, the different shades curving and blending like the minerals in a fractured geode, and it moved constantly. From the window in my room, it was all that I could see; most of the time, it comprised the entire space, like luminescent wallpaper.

I didn’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would. I started having nightmares about the glass breaking in the middle of the night, and how by the time that I was sucked out into the cold, cosmic darkness, I was already dead.

That wasn’t going to happen, ever. The glass was thick and virtually shatterproof. Seven years and there wasn’t so much as a scratch rendering its surface imperfect. It would take something huge and fast, like a high-velocity asteroid striking it, to shatter it completely. And really, what are the odds of that happening?

Or, I suppose that the correct question would be, what are the odds of that happening twice?

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Lessons ran between the hours of 0800 and 1500, with a midday meal from 1100 to 1200. It was insufferable. We were supposed to have moved past such a classist system, but inevitably, human nature brought us right back to it. Prime level school were coveted, and unfortunately for people like me, just about anyone could buy their way in. That is essentially what happened the moment that they opened sales for cabins aboard the Jovian Sphere; all the rich somebodies of the Dominion shed out their life savings for a middle-level spot, then continued to stretch their income to put their mediocre-at-best child through the highest levels of education offered. Me, I hated lessons. Even though the classes were twenty at the highest, they always seemed overstuffed, and from start to finish the instructors, most of them half-witted employees of Lumex Astronautics, patted the egos of the frail-minded and chatted