He was Stone Cold.. literally. Frozen in time for centuries, A vampire awaiting his beloved to set him free. History always fascinated her. But she had no idea that it wasn't history that tugged her towards itself. It was the one who lived in the history. A cursed vampire lord turned to stone, A human girl born to lift his curse. Read more to find out how their story unfolds. (It's my first story. Please go easy on me ❤) ~I don't own the picture used in the cover.~

Cause of death? You guessed it. Both drug overdose. If you ask me they did it on purpose. They didn't love me enough to stay here and care for me. I guess 17 years was too long to raise a kid because they now left me in the care of my arrogant, controlling, sexy step brothers. Once that judge made the finally call and announced that those Devils were my guardians for the next two years I knew my life as I knew it was over. CAUTION: Mild sexual situations, profanity and adult situations take place in this story so I ask for only mature and 18+ readers. **CURRENLTY UNDER rewrite.***

Being kidnapped is one thing. Being taken to a Kingdom full of immortal vampires, that's another thing. To everyone, Raven is nobody. If anything, she's an average 20 year old living in the Big Apple. Overlooked by everyone, even her own family, Raven is used to being a ghost. That was until Alec came to New York City. Sent by his family, the 143 year old vampire has a week to find her... His soulmate. He has one week to bring her home. One week to take her back to the Kingdom that one day he will rule. But who said bringing a beautiful mortal girl back to a Kingdom was easy? ♱ Sequel : Her Wicked Secret

"Say it. Say you're mine." He lowly growled in my ear as he wrapped his hands around my waist and held me against the wall. My hands were in his hair pulling a bit in anticipation. "Say it Rose." He pressed his manhood a little harder to my center. I arched my back and whimpered from his sexual force. "Okay I'm yours.. I'm yours." I let out a small moan as he untightened his hold on me. He buried his head in the nape of my neck, breathed in deeply and said, "Good." I squirmed a little which made him growl a bit into my neck and then I knew, every move, every word, every fiber of my being was his. He was my alpha mate. Right after her 18th birthday, the night of him claiming her.. What happens when Rose is taken from her life, her mate, and her family, only to find out.. her captors? are out for blood.

"What did I always tell you Amber?" He growled in my ear, "Don't hesitate. If you are going to break someone, then fucking break them." With that he shifted his weight and I felt him place both hands on my arm. I already knew what was going to happen and I braced myself for the pain. With one quick move he snapped my radius in two. I let out a grunt swallowing the pain. || Trevor started to laugh and stop kissing. It was a dark rich laugh, like chocolate. "Weak already angel? I haven't even started yet." He moved one hand to wrap around my neck, lightly applying pressure. As his other hand slid under my skirt and between my legs, touching the spot that I so desperately wanted to be touched. He lowered his head and his breath brushed my neck keeping my nerves on edge. His lips just grazed my ear when he spoke in a low voice that only caused my arousal to grow, "Such a needy slut for me, aren't you?"

M A T U R E C O N T E N T #1 in Romance 12/22/18 "Do you feel that?" He said quietly next to my ear. I struggled as more tears stained my cheeks. "The tingles..." I froze at his words, "I feel it too." "I don't know w-what you're talking about." A small gasp left my lips when his mouth stopped inches from my neck. "Don't lie." He half whispered against my skin. My body melted into his in a way that I couldn't comprehend. His very touch halted every fiber in my body from resisting. He had me, whether I liked it or not, we were two halves of something greater.

"What do you want from me?" I asked the masculine figure in front of me. I couldn't see him through the shadow that seemed to enveloped him, the only things I could only make out were his shining, blood red eyes. Venomous, terrifying, blood red eyes. "You don't know what I want?" He breathes softly against my ear, sending electric shivers through my body. "N-no," I stammered. My voice shaky, my hands sweaty. My brain screamed at me, warning me of the stranger in front of me. Telling me to run, to fight, to scream. Something. He chuckled softly, his horrifying eyes twinkling with amusement of something unknown. "I want you, and what I want, I get." And with that, he bit me. --- Book 1 of the Scarlet Dreams Triology Cover by: @deviation In editing process: by RoyallyImagining

Every thirty years, the royal family organizes an event known as "The Trial," where a chosen group of young women from across the nation compete for the crown and the affection of the prince. Prince Mason carries a notorious reputation as a charming flirt, known more for his vanity than for any inclination to settle down. He often uses women to fulfill his needs, discarding them once they have served their purpose. Among the participants is Rose, who finds herself reluctantly drawn into this grand spectacle. Burdened by a sense of obligation, she recognizes that declining the invitation is not an option. Yet, amidst the excitement, an unsettling certainty unfolds within her: the royals conceal secrets behind their polished exterior. ***** The voices were drawing nearer, and the fear of being captured gripped me tightly. I sprinted down the hallway, eyes wide and frantic, until a door appeared before me. Without hesitating, I flung it open and slipped inside, locking it slowly, my breath trembling in my throat. My gaze remained fixed on the door, a sense of dread coiling within me. And then I heard it-a voice that sent ice through my veins, wrapping around my heart with a crushing grip. "What are you doing here?" He growled, low and menacing, echoing off the walls and sending shivers down my spine... *****

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.