Nessie

Just curious how old is Tristan? What's the age difference between him and Isolde?

I can't wait to read further... I am legit dieing with the passing tym... Gurll please update

Doll House:
          
          My back arches slightly against the railing, giving him more space without thinking.
          
          The night air feels colder now against the skin he isn’t touching.
          
          My eyes flutter shut.
          
          His lips move again — slower this time — brushing just beneath my ear.
          
          A shiver runs through me, all the way down.
          
          My lips part softly as I inhale.
          
          Everything feels louder.
          
          My heartbeat.
          
          The wind.
          
          The quiet sound of his breath near my skin.
          
          He pauses.
          
          Like he’s waiting.
          
          Like he’s giving me time to change my mind.
          
          I don’t.
          
          His hands, warm and sure, slip under the hem of my sweater, fingers grazing the bare skin of my waist. The touch is electric yet feather-light, tracing lazy circles that send shivers rippling up my spine. He rubs gently, palms pressing just enough to make my skin tingle, exploring the soft curve there with a reverence that makes my heart stutter.
          
          I tilt my head back, exposing my neck, and he takes the invitation. His lips roll over the sensitive skin, warm and plush, trailing a path from my jawline down to the hollow of my throat. Each kiss lands like a secret—soft, lingering presses that bloom into heat, his breath fanning hot against me.

Well well Royal Breeder has been taken down yet again. And this time I am 100% sure there was no violation of policies coz as you all know after deletion of my 1st account I had removed all those chapters from Wattpad. And all such parts were chopped off. There was not a single line that violated policies coz I had trimmed them off myself.
          
          So there's only one conclusion: someone might have reported it. 
          
          Well I don't feel bad anymore coz my whole book is on inkitt n I had successfully completed that book. My old readers had already read it and can avail it on inkitt and it does get a lot of love there as well.
          
          I can't repost it here anymore coz I can't risk this account. I can't put Doll House to Danger. 
          
          Royal Breeder is still available on inkitt. Just type the name n it will appear (coz it's pretty famoys there as well *not showing off*)

Your inkitt account??? Please provide me your inkitt account 

He made a faint sound, almost like frustration.
          
          His forehead pressed gently near my collarbone. His breath warmed my neck.
          
          I gasped quietly at the closeness. My hand hovered awkwardly over his shoulder before finally resting there.
          
          His breathing slowed.
          
          Heavy.
          
          Needing.
          
          Not sinful.
          
          Not wicked.
          
          Just… lonely.
          
          My fingers trembled against his shirt.
          
          This is dangerous.
          
          Yet I did not move away.
          
          “You’re a monster,” I whispered faintly, shy and embarrassed by my own words. “A very handsome monster.”
          
          For a brief second, the corner of his lips lifted.
          
          Then exhaustion pulled him under again.
          
          But he still held me.
          
          As if afraid I would disappear.
          
          And I—
          
          Heart racing. Face burning.
          
          Confused.
          
          Drawn.
          
          I stayed.
          
          His fingers moved again.
          
          Slowly.
          
          Almost uncertainly.
          
          They traced the side of my face, from temple to cheek, as if he were afraid I would vanish if he pressed too hard.
          
          My breath caught.
          
          I should say I need to leave.
          
          I should.
          
          The words formed in my mind, proper and sensible and safe.
          
          But they would not come out.
          
          There was something pulling me.
          
          Something quiet and dangerous and warm.
          
          His thumb brushed beneath my eye, then along my cheekbone. My skin tingled under his touch. My heart would not slow down.
          
          “Tristan…” I whispered faintly.
          
          I meant to sound firm.
          
          I did not.
          

I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENDS NEXT OMG ITS KILLING ME 

Gurll your book is killing me lowkey, when will u update next?! 

Isolde's life is about to change but we don'tknow if it's for the best:
          
          Doll House:
          
          New chapter will be out soon. Vote, comment and support if you lile it <3
          
          He laughs, low and cruel, and hits again—harder, fingers splaying to smack my asshole dead-center through the fabric, the sting like shattered glass grinding inside me. Slap after torturous slap, each one grinding deeper, splitting skin, my screams turning hoarse, animalistic—every jolt making stars explode behind my eyes while I buck helplessly over his shoulder.
          
          “Stop struggling,” one of them says. “You chose this.”
          
          I didn’t choose anything.
          
          I reach back blindly, fingers grasping air, as our home disappears behind us—our door hanging crooked, our walls broken, my mother on the ground with her arms outstretched like she can still reach me.
          
          “Mama!” I scream until my throat burns.
          
          Damien doesn’t slow.
          
          He carries me out of Greybelt, out of the only life I’ve ever known, while the night swallows my cries whole. My body goes numb. My thoughts splinter. I stop fighting—not because I want to, but because my strength gives out.
          
          They shove me into the van.
          
          Metal floor. No windows. The door slams shut with a sound so final it feels like a verdict.
          
          The world jolts as the engine starts.
          
          I don’t scream anymore.
          
          I think something inside me has slipped loose—like a thread pulled too hard, snapping quietly. My body is here, knees pulled to my chest, wrists burning where hands held me—but I am floating somewhere above it, watching a girl who looks like me breathe too fast.
          
          Too loud.
          
          Too broken.
          
          The van smells like oil and rust and old fear. I press my forehead to my knees and stare at a dark stain on the floor. I decide it’s not blood. I decide nothing bad has ever happened here. I decide a lot of things that aren’t true.
          
          Mama’s face keeps flashing in my mind.
          
          Atlas’s voice.
          
          Then nothing.

Hi my readers.
          I did forget to announce but better late than never.
          
          The 1st chapter is out. 
          Do vote and comment, show some live the way you loved my other book!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/405878083