"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗶𝗿𝗰𝗹𝗲.

Before Kelsey, before Paris. The Carter boys were following in the foot steps of their dad. Making a come up for themselves they planned to exceed their fathers reputation in the streets. Building an Empire from scratch.

Tyler "Tank" Carter, a 22 year old truck driver crosses paths with Kayla Knight, an 18 year old girl who's running away home as he is enroute to drop off a load from Augusta, Georgia to Bangor, Maine.

When the world is taken over by the vampire race witches are pushed to near extinction. They are considered a threat to the king's rule and sentenced to death by any creature who happens to come across them. Vada is a witch that has lived in the constant defeat of exposure. When a tragedy strikes her life she is forced to flee her home to survive. She spends years on the run until she runs right into the wrong territory. Alastor is the king of the vampires. Every species ultimately caves to his commands and he has no trouble forcing those who won't. He is cruel and doesn't deal with humans beyond a meal. That is until a red-headed woman seeks shelter in his home. Will he blindly risk his kingdom for an unexpected spark? Or figure out exactly what kind of human she is and end her? ** "What? Too nervous?" He sent a smirk my way, hinting to his previous statement. His comment sparked my stubborn side which only added to my desire. With a small intake of air I sat down on his lap. "No." I met his eyes. My answer was clearly a lie and he knew it. "Really?" He dared. I went to reply but then his hand landed on my neck, cupping it with just enough pressure to probably leave a red mark. It made my stomach clench. I lost all train of thought the second he did it. He hummed at my lack of response. His grip on my neck relaxed slightly but he didn't let go. His eyes dropped to my lips and I remembered what it felt like when he kissed me. They tingled with anticipation. He pulled me down closer to him so that my mouth was nearly on his. "Kiss me." He ordered lowly.

𝗛𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗽 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀❟ 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲. Every child of the five Lands bonds a beast. Agan didn't. Three years Nameless, heir to a throne he was never meant to inherit, he's sent to the First Gate with one order from his father: come back worthy, or don't come back at all. The camp wants him dead. His rival wants him broken. And the girl who sees straight through him, who is also marked, untouchable, and promised to someone else, wants nothing to do with the boy whose family grew rich on the bones of her people. But something is buried under the salt. Something old. Something that knows Agan's name even though no beast ever spoke it. The enemy they were all sent here to fight isn't a monster. It's a debt. And it's coming to collect. 𝘌𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴-𝘵𝘰-𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘦. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩.

"So you just wanna fuck me forever, and that's it, huh?" "I ain't say-" He sucked his teeth. "We already talked about this shit, Z." "Nah." She chuckled dryly. "You just keep shutting me out." "Why you doin' this to me, Ma?" He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Hm? Why you tryna fuck everything up?" • • • • • • 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗-𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 💌👻 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

There's always a hand in the darkness, don't grab it.

❝YOU AS REAL AS THEY COME, BUT YOU WOULD RATHER BE ON THEM DRUGS.❞ 2/1/20 - 1/28/21.