LOVE ME LIKE A CURSE
> “Stay still, Little Thorn… I want to taste you slowly.”
His voice was velvet and ruin. His mouth, a weapon. And I—fool that I was—leaned closer.
Before death wore a suit and called itself a lover, I used to believe in beauty.
Before the blood. Before the runes. Before I painted the image that killed my parents—I believed my art could save me.
Now I know better.
I was just weeks from graduating when the painting came to me like a fever. I didn’t choose it. I didn’t plan it. My hands moved, possessed, dragging symbols I’d never seen and a face I’d never forgotten—his.
Eyes red as wine. A crown pierced with thorns. And a girl in the center… me. Offering herself.
I signed it with a mark I didn’t recognize. I sold it to a stranger.
And days later, my parents were dead—no wounds, no reason, just... gone.
The police said stress. I say fate.
Now I’m being hunted by a world I didn’t know existed. Vampires with ancient courts and older grudges. Symbols that whisper in my blood. And Lucien D’Aragon—the vampire who says I summoned him with my brushstroke. That I belong to him.
He says I’m his prophecy. His ruin.
His Little Thorn.
But I’m not just prey.
Something is waking in me. Something hungry. Something I was never meant to survive.
If I give in, I lose everything.
If I fight, I might finally learn the truth.
About my art.
About my bloodline.
About what really happened that night.
And why he keeps whispering that I was painted for ruin...
but made for him.
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Chapter: Chp-73 [JUST COLLEAGUES]POV: Arabella --- THE FOLLOWING MORNING; --- “Oh my God!” The words burst out of Arabella before she could stop them. She sat upright on her bed so suddenly the blanket slid halfway to the floor, her eyes wide as the realization slammed into her like a delayed lightning strike. “I totally forgot.” Her hand flew toward the phone lying beside her pillow. She grabbed it quickly and unlocked the screen, her heart beating a little faster now as she scrolled through her messages. There it was. Julian. The message stared back at her from the screen, timestamped from the evening before. Arabella pressed her lips together as she opened the chat. "Are you still open to going on a date with me tomorrow?" For a second, she simply stared at it. Then she groaned softly and dropped back against the headboard. “Great, Arabella,” she muttered under her breath. Julian had sent that yesterday. And she had completely forgotten to reply. Not ignored. Not intentional
Last Updated: 2026-03-12
Chapter: Chp-72 [CHASING MEANING'S : SERAXA]POV: Arabella --- The next day; --- Sunlight had already climbed higher in the sky, spilling across the floor of her room in wide golden strips that crept slowly toward the edge of her bed. Her brow furrowed slightly as the word drifted through her thoughts again, stubborn and unanswered. Arabella rolled onto her side and reached for her phone on the bedside table. “If the internet doesn’t know,” she murmured groggily, unlocking the screen,She pushed herself up against the headboard and opened her browser first out of habit, staring briefly at the empty search bar before shaking her head.“No… not that again.”Instead, she tapped another app.Google Maps.The screen brightened with the familiar map of the city, little streets and districts spreading outward in neat grids around the blinking blue dot that marked her location.Arabella shifted slightly, tucking one leg beneath her as she zoomed out a little and typed into the search bar at the top.Libraries near meThe map a
Last Updated: 2026-03-11
Chapter: Chp-71 [SERAXA]pov: ARABELLA ---Ah—! The sound tore out of her throat as Arabella jolted upright, breath ripping sharply into her lungs. For a moment, there was nothing but darkness. Not the darkness of a quiet room or a dim hallway, but a suffocating, endless void that still clung to the edges of her mind like cold mist refusing to lift. Her heart pounded violently, each beat loud enough to echo inside her skull. A dream. It had not faded yet. It had begun quietly. Too quietly. At first, there had only been silence. Not the peaceful kind that accompanies sleep, but a deep, ancient stillness — the kind that felt untouched by time itself. Arabella had found herself standing somewhere vast and unfamiliar, though her feet had not made a sound when she moved. Beneath her a stretched cold stone. "Black stone." Polished by centuries, smooth as if something powerful had once walked those halls long ago… and then stopped. The air itself felt heavy. Thick. Like the atmosphere
Last Updated: 2026-03-08
Chapter: Chp-70[ECHOES OF BETRAYAL; FRACTURES WITHIN]POV : THE ELDERS COURT ---- Murmurs followed after the departure of the high Eldreth in the elder council Sound returned in controlled threads, low exchanges carried through tight jaws, and measured breath. Confusion did not look like panic among the Eldereth. It looked like calculation Then, the Elders began to speak. Nyra rose first. She did not wait for formal dismissal. “The Vault speaks of betrayal,” she said, voice slicing cleanly through the murmurs. “And we plan to disperse?” “We were given surveillance,” Nyra corrected. “Not resolution.” Across the chamber, Cassian Virell remained seated, long legs crossed, expression thoughtful rather than agitated. “Resolution without clarity breeds spectacle,” he said smoothly. “And spectacle weakens authority.” Nyra’s eyes sharpened. “Authority weakens when betrayal goes unanswered.” Druvien Mal’Serak leaned back in his seat, one arm draped casually along the edge, though his gaze was alert. “How invigorating,”
Last Updated: 2026-03-01
Chapter: chp- 69 [THE SUMMON BY THE VAMPIRE ELDRETH COUNCIL]POV : THE ELDERS COURT >>>>> The Elders were called. Not by word. The summons came as a shiver, running through every bloodline that mattered. A vibration beneath the chest that made the heart stumble, the spine stiffen, the mind tighten around a single, unyielding instruction: attend:everyone must be present. No exceptions. Even Druvien Mal’Serak, who rarely obeyed orders and Kaelith Malrath’Thorne, who had avoided the Court for reasons best known to him, The two brothers was present. Every other Elder arrived, some by shadow, some by speed telephaty, all by compulsion. Seraphine. Cassian Virell. Elder Valerian. Elder Nyra. Elder Marcellus. Elder Maelis. And others whose names carried weight by mere mention. No one knew why this meeting was called. Not fully. And yet every Elder felt the same premonition: something had shifted. Something old, something dormant, and something dangerously precise. when every Elder was required at once— Something was awakening.
Last Updated: 2026-02-22
Chapter: Chp—68POV: ARABELLA ——— My phone vibrates against the mattress before my alarm goes off. Once. Then again. I don’t reach for it immediately. thinking it was one of those pointless notifications. Mornings have become strange lately. Not bad. Just… weighted. Like my thoughts wake up before I do, already halfway through conversations I haven’t finished having yet. I turn onto my side stare at the wall for a second longer than necessary. Then i finally grabbed my phone out of frustration from the buzzing sound, blinking my eyes open to take a glance at the screen, The name there sharpens my focus instantly. Julian Cross That alone is enough to push the rest of sleep away. I swipe open the message. HEY. I’ve been wanting to ask, but do you mind if we hang out this weekend? Maybe after work on Friday… or Saturday. I’d really love to tell you something. I sit up. The room is quiet, gray light seeping through the curtains. too early for this kind of decision-making
Last Updated: 2026-02-18
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