❝𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞ A hundred concubines lived in Emperor Sylvos' inner court - the heart of his thorned fortress. With a cruel ranking system, only favored concubines had the honor of meeting with His Majesty. And only the woman able to bear him a child could become empress. Raine Stjorme had climbed the ranks to the top. And after praying each night, she was finally with child. Yet all this was rewarded with the cruelest of fates. Murdered by the man she loved, Raine cursed Emperor Sylvos with her dying breath. She cursed his whole court as they snickered at her final moments. And her curse had taken root. Now, Raine awakens three years before her destined death, on the fateful day she first encounters the emperor. Armed with this second chance, she vows to make him fall - and to bring his empire down with him. But when faced with the tyrant who claimed her heart, could she still follow through? ✦✦✦ 𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎 𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙇𝙐𝘿𝙀𝘿: -𝙀𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 -𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 -𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙮 -𝘼𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 -𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 -𝙑𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 -𝘽𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙁𝙈𝘾 -𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨

Struggling to sell a single painting and drowning in student debt, Marisol Reyes, a fiercely independent but lonely artist in modern-day Chicago, is just about ready to give up on her dreams. When a mysterious storm crashes through her studio, she's pulled-brushes and all-into a world of primal beauty, where men can transform at will to different animals, cities are carved from stone and bone, and technology is nothing more than a fantasy. In this untamed realm centered around women and powered by instinct, Marisol finds herself at the center of the beastmen tribes. With no phone, no way home, and no clue how to survive in a matriarchal society where women must take multiple male consorts to stay protected, Marisol must quickly adapt-or risk becoming prey. Thrust into the spotlight, she must navigate between aggressive females, obsessive men, and unexpected desire. Armed with nothing but her creativity, courage, and the heart she wears on her sleeve, Marisol begins to uncover her place in this wild world. Maybe she doesn't need to return home after all... maybe she was meant to paint a new life here.

BOOK 3 "Dance with me Tallulah." His whisper slithered over my skin, tempting me to comply. I smirked as I brought forth my current, allowing it to course my skin. I put my hand in his expecting him to fall to the ground from my immense shock. He only smiled, clasping his long fingers around my hand, tugging me up from my chair. I gasped as he pulled me in, forcing my body flush with his. I called on my full power, letting my electricity flow through him. Why wasn't he reacting? Anyone else would have been screeching in paralyzed agony. He hummed as I tripled the amount of electricity that would normally kill a man. "I suggest you stop. All that powers making my cock hard." He whispered, letting his blood stained lips graze my ear. ~~~ Tallulah has been in hiding since she was a baby. As the first half demon child to walk the earth, her father, demon rebellion against the vampire royals, wanted to shield her from supernatural backlash. But it was her fate that worried him most. The fate that a certain horrible, emotionless royal would take her as his own. Her father preferred a mortal life for his precious Tallulah than suffer eternity mated to the heartless blood thirsty Augustus Vercelis. Augustus is formally known as Augostino Vercelis, royal throne holder of the undead. Although he is indeed a murderous vampire, he hadn't enjoyed the bloodied kill of his thirst in over 200 years. His curse had him bound to good nature. At least until he finds the mystery creature that holds the ultimate gift of soul-mated love. If he can have her, he is free to lead the life he pleases, with zero constraints. And he is determined to make Tallulah his when he feels her blade deep in his heart. She's a feisty little mouse, but he likes the chase. (Warning: This book has intense mature scenes! Kink shaming comments will be deleted. Augutus has lived almost a thousand years with zero emotional attachment to anyone, his love is an acquired taste and doesn't come naturally.)

COMPLETED BOOK ONE **Mature readers only - SPICY SCENES AHEAD- Not for the fainthearted ** Immortals. They are intense, passionate and primal. They play hard, fight hard and love hard. "Why me?" Katie asked, suddenly exhausted trying to resist what she was starting to enjoy. "Because your soul cried out to me," he said. "You wanted me to find you, to bring passion back into your life. It resonated throughout the darkness begging to be taken and devoured, and I am responding to that call." The man in the bar is clearly very different to the other customers. There is a presence about him. He's not her type though, she's not into the long-haired, black clothed Emo-Goth vibe. Give her a tattooed guitar-playing guy any day of the week. Katie doesn't know it yet, but she is very much his type. Her carefully ordered life is about to be torn open by a three‑hundred‑year‑old vampire who doesn't play by the rules. Please note that some scenes involve passion, love, hot-scenes, surrender, obsession, fighting, revenge, blood, anger, vampires, humans and other super naturals. Scenes can be graphic so if you are looking for a gentle romantic romp, this isn't your story. You have been warned...enter at your own risk. TRIGGER WARNING - "All Too Confusing" Chapter - please read the warning at the top of the page. It will tell you when to stop reading and move on if you are not comfortable with the content. The storyline requires it for future revenge. You have been advised. Skip and move to the next chapter. Ranked No.1# in Blood Thirsty since between mid-Dec 2025 and end of Feb 2026. Find me on: TikTok https://www.tiktok.com/@interlace.stories Instagram @interlacestories Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/people/Interlace-Stories/61583372815014/ Slightly revised version available for any of your friends to read a sample or buy the eBook: https://books2read.com/u/3L7ErJ

His eyes never left hers. "Deny it, Jade. Convince me, if you can, that you feel nothing. That you do not wonder, just a little, what it would be like, to be with me, to sleep with me, to have me devour you." He watched her, his gaze unwavering, dissecting her reaction. Jade felt trapped, pinned by his intense stare, her mind a chaotic whirl of conflicting emotions. Her past self, the quiet, studious healer, would have fled, appalled by such blatant impropriety. But the woman standing before Roma, the woman who had spent weeks tending to his broken body, who had heard his rough jokes and suffered his crude remarks, was different. She said nothing, could say nothing. Her throat was tight, her breath shallow. The blush on her face burned fiercely, a testament to her inexperience, yes, but also to the undeniable, unsettling truth of his words. She had wondered. She had felt the tremor. And Roma, with his sharp, brutal honesty, had seen through her carefully constructed walls, leaving her exposed, vulnerable, and utterly speechless. The sexual tension in the small room was a palpable thing, a living entity that coiled and tightened around them, suffocating the air, promising a fire that could consume them both. Roma, satisfied by her silence, by the raw exposure in her eyes, finally broke their stare, a slow, triumphant smirk playing on his lips. "Good," he murmured, his voice laced with dark amusement. "We're making progress. We are making very good progress indeed." Jade turned away abruptly, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She busied herself with rearranging the small table for what felt like the hundredth time, her hands shaking slightly.

"Shh" he whispered into her ear, his deep voice vibrated through her body. "No need to cause a Scene, Iris." He led her, roughly, through a hidden door that was disguised to look like a bookshelf. It opened into a dimly lit room she had never seen. The room was smaller, cozier, and taken up mostly by a large, four-post bed. Thick velvet curtains kept out the last bit of daylight, making the dark and warmly sensual. A single lamp on a nearby table cast a soft, golden light. He released her mouth, but kept her wrist firmly in his grasp. "Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way." She glared at him, her chest heaving. "Let me go, Anthony!" He ignored her, his eyes scanning the room, then settling on the bed. "I prefer the easy way, personally. Just tell me what you took." "I didn't take anything!" she insisted, fighting against his grip. He sighed, a deep, resigned sound. Shaking his head, He pulled her towards the bed. "Very well." In some stories, you will find pure love, deep care, and loyalty, where people are kind, caring, gentle and happy. But for every nice story, there is a dark one. Other stories explore the darker side of people: tales about total control and dominance, the cold fight for power, and hard stories filled with pain, blood, and suffering. Get ready to meet characters at their weakest and their most cruel. You will experience great joy and deep sadness. Which stories will leave you breathless, and which will you remember the most? WARNING ⚠️ This story contains • strong sexual content, Smut, strong language, anal sex, grooming, virgin, spanking, yearning, dark romance, orgasm denial, fear play, •obsessive, violent, possession, pleasure/pain, control, force, stalking •drugging, kidnapping, rape, blood, gore, torture, weapons, sexual assault, harassment, aggression •drugs, alcohol use, medical emergencies, knife play, and etc READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! My stories will either make or break you, good luck

My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.