After Reagan found out that she was a product of her mother's teenage indiscretion and her so-called father's reason for her abuse, she went to her boyfriend's house for comfort only to find him sleeping with another girl. With that she ran and ended up at the bus stop where she met a man named Derek. She was enthralled with his beauty and she ended up opening to the stranger's serene face. Derek, however, after hearing her story, decided to help by letting her stay with him. She doesn't want to impose but what else does she have to lose? She had nowhere to go and sure as hell didn't want to go back. She accepted his offer and stayed with him. After two years, she came back. To where the pain started. Reagan will soon find out that Derek was no ordinary man. And when she finds out, she will be thrown into a world that shouldn't exist in real life. Can she take it or should she ran away? More secrets will pop out and her ex boyfriend, has a secret of his own.

New Title: Red Velvet [previously named The Boy Next Door] New Cover: Made by @itsjennab Ember Callaway is your average seventeen year old student from Shallows Falls High School. She's used to being ignored, invisible, always hiding in the background - she prefers it that way. However, when a mysterious boy by the name of Axel Dean moves in next door, she's got a perfect window view of his bedroom and vice versa. But little did she know, she's become the center of his attention. Not only is he brutally attractive, but his dark compelling stare is enough to give her the chills. Ember is oblivious to his undead-night-stalking-wonders, it isn't until she starts to notice that he only ever leaves the house at night. Believing vampires exist is one thing, but living next door to one leaves Ember wondering if home is really a safe place for her to live © Copyright 2017 by Taina Regina ATTN: Story is no longer in a hiatus.

He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.