[REWRITING] ❝don't worry, nate. she'll stay by your side.❞ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, sam entrusts you to stay by nate's side while he is gone. ❪ nathan drake x f!reader ❫ ❪ uncharted live action ❫ ❪ first book of the 'stay' series ❫ ❪ © -denssafehaven 2022 ❫

#2 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 To all the people who thought no one could read their masked emotions. .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. "GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. MY. HOUSE." The heavy voice of Abhishek Malhotra echoed in the room, and I flinched but didn't let it come to notice. I whispered, "Do you know what is the biggest regret of my life is?" "Falling for a sadistic bastard like you." And I left." .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. Ps- Read the extended Prologue from below.

SINNERS MOVIE FANFICTION Sinner A Southern Gothic Supernatural Romance In the sweltering heat of the Mississippi Delta, where blues music hums through the night and secrets linger like smoke, a woman named Belle Rose steps out of a dream and into the heart of the juke joint known only as Club Juke. Dressed in red and glowing like a memory too beautiful to be real, Belle captures the attention of every soul in the room, especially twin brothers Stack and Smoke Moore. One is fire. The other is ash. One is her future. The other, her fate. But Belle isn't just any woman she's the last descendant of Isabelle Luna, an angelic protector long thought lost to history. And she's about to uncover that she carries more than beauty in her blood... she carries light. As forbidden desires ignite between Belle and Stack, and Smoke's love begins to unravel into something darker, the town is stalked by an ancient evil-Remmick, a vampire who believes Belle holds the power to destroy him... or complete him. Vampires gather. Old sins rise. And the Delta's shadows grow long with hunger. In a place where vampires can't enter without invitation, where music is magic, and where love just might burn brighter than destiny, Belle must decide who she truly is-and which brother holds her heart before the night takes it all.

You are the very air I breathe. You, ma chérie, are the beats of my dead heart. You are everything I have waited an eternity for. You polute my very mind, yet it's everything I desire. Prends ma main et je te servirai pour toujours. Kind of a slow burn, written for the fandom of the chronicles I so very much fell in love with. ------------------ 18+ I do not own any characters from the Interview with the vampire universe or any of Anne Rice's work. All rights reserved. ------------------ Started: 6/20/24 Ended: Fully read through and edited: chapter 1-37

ʜɪᴀᴛᴜꜱ: Possible upcoming rework. "Stop staring at me like that, lover boy." First off, Adeline couldn't believe her boss was an actual vampire. Secondly, said boss was an absolutely brat. And thirdly, this other vampire believes she's his reincarnated lover. Not that Adeline was complaining, he had impeccable fashion taste and was easy to look at. 𝐈𝐖𝐓𝐕 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒- ʜɪᴀᴛᴜꜱ #1 in Anne Rice: 06/14/25

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

"I may never see another sunrise," he said, eyes gleaming with something eternal. "But you-my love, you are the warmest light I've ever known." In the glowing shadow of 1910s New Orleans - a city alive with jazz, secrets, and Southern heat - your life was already tangled. Raised in a house of whispers and cruelty, you learned early how to survive without soft things like love. Then there was Louis. The man with sad eyes. The soul that somehow always reached for yours. And then... there was the night everything changed. Now, in a penthouse high above modern-day Dubai, you sit beside him - immortal, beloved, and haunted - finally ready to tell your side of the story. The one where a girl from the pews of Sunday service falls for a man who was never meant to be a monster. The one where love turns eternal... and damnation begins with a kiss. A reimagining inspired by Interview with the Vampire - this is not a love story. It's a confession. A resurrection. A memory that refuses to die. And it begins with a promise: You would never get to see the sun again, so you decided to become it.

"𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮." A forbidden romance between four obsessive vampires and the innocent girl they've been observing. #1 in vampire 22/12/23 #2 in psycho 5/01/24 (Vampire!Reverse harem x Fem) ╭──────────.★..─╮ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖+

Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...

When historian Cassandra Evans takes a solo trip to the Black Hills, she expects to find echoes of the past-not become trapped inside it. One storm, one impossible lightning strike, and she awakens in 1866... on the eve of war. Among the Lakota people, trust must be earned-and danger lies everywhere. As Cassandra struggles to survive in a world where every word, every glance matters, a quiet friendship grows with Tokala, a wary warrior haunted by loss. But history is a river that cannot be easily changed-and as the storm of conflict draws closer, Cassandra must decide: can she remain a silent observer... or will her presence alter the course of lives forever? *I'm writing this story with great respect for Lakota history and culture. I'm not Indigenous, and if I get anything wrong, that's on me. I truly welcome feedback from Native readers as I learn.*