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.

BOOK ONE OF THE CURSED SERIES "What's your name?" His voice was a delicate murmur in her ear. "Alice," she breathed, gasping as he nipped at her lobe. Their bodies swayed to the music, ignorant of the people around them. She was falling into the abyss of this man, of his seduction and thrall. Her stomach clenched involuntarily as he breathed her name in a throaty groan. "I like that," he murmured as he trailed his tongue down her neck, nipping at the skin at the base of her throat. Alice opened her eyes at the glaring flashing lights above them. She wanted him. Gods how she wanted him... "What's your name?" She dared to ask. Her throat was dry and parched from the heat, from the man that ground his pelvis into her ass... He chuckled, fingers trailing down her right thigh, "so responsive," he murmured as she moaned, gasping for cool air. * * * When Alice seeks out a popular club in hopes of curbing the misery that 'the one that should not be named' had caused, she most certainly didn't anticipate stumbling upon a man who would rock her world in a way that 'the one that should not be named' didn't. Nevermind the prospect of stumbling upon someone who was of another species entirely. Although, she tried to forget about that part. And let's be honest here, it's not exactly easy escaping an Alpha that claims to require Alice for his survival. But like her gramps had told her- "there's nothing like a good kick to the balls." Though, that didn't quite work in her favour a year down the line. How, do you wonder? Well, it's a damn long story to tell.

..."Sir.. please take me down. I'm tired" "You're tired? Okay. Just one last thing" And without any warning, i sent a whip flying softly across her body, leaving a red line against her white skin. "Ooww Dario!!" And another. "Fuck!" Last one. She says nothing, only lets tears run down her face. I untie her and hold her like a baby. Carry her to the bedroom and lay her in bed...

[LGBTQ+ SLICE OF LIFE/ROMANCE] At the ripe old age of twenty-three, Hugo Garland starts his first year of university. It's terrifying and only adds to the anxiety and depression that has suffocated him for the last five years. But he wants to get better, he needs to, he just doesn't know where to start. His journey to healthiness is jumpstarted when he meets Renee Newell, who introduces him back into the world he missed out on for so long. With her help, he meets a man that might just be perfect for him, if only he was confident enough to do something about it. This is a story about overcoming grief and serious depression, about making friends and rediscovering the life that had once been lost. This is a story about gaining confidence and finding love. This is a story about Hugo Garland and the not-so-wrong ways to live life. Trigger Warnings for Panic Attacks