She found herself in his game. There was no escape for her, not unless he wanted to. She was trapped in a world she wouldn't be able to get away from. All her life would change, not that it hadn't already from the first time he appeared. He was feared, powerful and somehow respected. She was alone. There was nothing Elara could do and Kyril knew it.

There's something odd about the town's most beloved police officer, he is utterly obsessed about a girl and will go to any lengths to have her.

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.~

Juliette Skye I'm broken. Lonely. Empty. Cruel words and even crueler people have taken all that I had. I need someone to save me. To give me their hand so I don't drown. But instead I am pushed back in the water. By him. Knight Spencer I'm raging. Angry. A monster. My past has made me this way. I have seen the worst that people can be. The worst that people can do. It's etched in my brain and I need to take it out. Take out the anger and pain. And I do. On her. The Triarii - book 1

"I-I'll call the Chief of Police." I threatened. He raised his eyebrows at me in amusement. I didn't understand why he found my warning so funny, I was dead serious. I had the Chief of Police of London's number on my fridge and I wasn't afraid to use it. "Call him." Officer Scott dared with that notorious smirk, "and tell him that Caleb says hello." "Fuck you." I snarled angrily. I never cursed. Never. IF I ever did curse, that familiar taste of soap would fill my mouth. Even if my mother wasn't there to force soap down my throat, she had instilled such an obsessive adherence to cursing in me, that I rarely did it. And just as I thought, as soon as I spoke the bitter word, that disgusting taste filled my mouth. But I couldn't help it. He wasn't even taking my threat seriously. No one had ever made me feel as incompetent, and small, and worthless, and insubstantial as Officer Scott did. And he clearly had ties to people in high up places. My threat to call his boss did nothing to even cause him to falter. He didn't even think twice about it. It was as if he was completely untouchable. "Are you offering?" He leaned towards me. I crossed my arms over my chest with an angry huff. "You're such an-" "Pull up you shirt." His husky voice interrupted me. My eyes fluttered in surprise at his abrupt request and I was suddenly at loss for words. "What.... N-no!" I shook my head to further convey my point. Officer Scott loomed over me and tsked. "Now, now, Summer." He patronized. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After fleeing her home on her eighteenth birthday, Summer "Red" Redwood finds herself in London, where she meets Officer Caleb Scott. Caleb Scott is a jerk. Summer Redwood had the pleasure of finding that out every single time he pulled her over to harass her. But she has other issues to worry about, and running away isn't an option. Not this time.

Rumours of a serial killer arise. And Arielle's sister has gone missing. Meeting Cole, a pessimistic Vampire burdened by his dark past, Arielle recklessly tries to find out more about her sister's disappearance. Even if that means putting herself in danger. Everyone's harboring secrets but someone out there knows what happened the night she disappeared. It's just a matter of time before the truth is uncovered. Content warning: This story contains some scenes with violence.

Obsession can be deadly. *mature content*