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: Chapter Eight "AHHHHHHHH!" The scream ripped out of me before I was even awake. I bolted upright, chest heaving, skin cold with sweat—and there they were. “Okay, what the hell?” Rhea crashed into the room like a hurricane in an oversized t-shirt and bunny slippers, eyes wide, hair in a messy bun. “You screamed like you were being murdered!” Elias was just behind her, quiet and sharp-eyed, already scanning the room like he expected an attacker. His voice was low. “Nightmare again?” I nodded, still trying to breathe. “Yeah.” Rhea crawled right into bed beside me without hesitation. “God, I thought we were past this phase. Please tell me it wasn’t blood again.” My throat tightened. “It was worse.” She blinked. “Define worse.” “I was painting.” That silenced her. Even Elias, leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed, went still. “Shit,” Rhea whispered, drawing her knees up under the blanket. “Like real painting? The creepy, possessed-style stuff? Full-on creepy gallery girl mod
Last Updated: 2025-08-09
Chapter: Chapter SevenThe hallway outside the private room was too bright, too loud, too… real. My heels clicked awkwardly on the tile as I stepped back into the club’s pulse. Sweat. Flashing lights. Someone laughing too loud. Everything was louder now. Where the hell is Rhea? Where the hell is Rhea? She’d been deep in her own little world earlier — hands down someone’s pants, mouth doing exactly what it wanted, completely unbothered. I scanned the crowd for her. Gone. I weaved through the crowd. Checked the bar. The booth near the DJ. Nothing. My stomach dropped a little. She wouldn’t leave, right? Not without me. I pulled my phone from my bag — finally. Four missed calls, two texts, one emoji with the tongue sticking out, and another of a cab. I didn’t need to guess. RHEA [1:42 AM]: WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU. RHEA [1:44 AM]: I left. He was hot. He came. I came. Victory. TAKE A CAB. COME HOME. NOW. BRING GUM. U OWE ME A SHOT. I laughed — genuinely laughed. I hit call instantly.
Last Updated: 2025-08-08
Chapter: Chapter SixHis mouth brushed my ear as he said it, “Should we get a room?” “Wanna get out of here?” he whispered. My heart kicked. My legs didn’t move, I didn’t answer. Didn’t trust my voice. but my body answered. “Yes.” “Then come upstairs.” His hand found mine — not possessive, not pushy. just warm. Inviting. And I let him lead me. Up a narrow staircase. Past a velvet rope. Into a room that pulsed with candlelight and secrets. Some kind of VIP lounge for sinners. Music filtered in from the floor below, but everything up here was quieter. Darker. There was laughter down the corridor, a moan behind a closed door, the unmistakable thump of bodies against a wall. He shut the door behind us. And then we were alone. “I won’t push,” he said, stepping closer. “You say stop, I stop.” — At least he was polite. “You sure?” I nodded. He crossed the room in two steps. His hands cupped my face. His mouth found mine. And everything else fell away. The kiss started s
Last Updated: 2025-08-08
Chapter: Chapter FiveThe front door clicked open, and I heard the familiar jangle of keys. “Arabella? I—” He stopped. Just... stopped. “Holy shit.” Elias blinked at me from the hallway, Backpack still slung over one shoulder. There was a full second of silence. Then, deadpan: “…Did I walk into the wrong apartment?” I turned toward him slowly. He blinked, then rubbed his eyes. “Nope. Still you. But what the hell?” “Okay,” he said slowly, pointing a finger. “Who are You, and what have you done with my antisocial sister?” Elias’s mouth opened. Then closed. then opened again. “You?” I nodded. “Like, outside? In that?” “In this,” I said, doing a slow half-turn like I was on a catwalk — awkwardly, I turned slightly, showing off the glittering heels I was still learning to walk in. “She’s on vacation.” He blinked again. “Why do you look like a Bond girl who just got divorced and is about to ruin her ex’s life?” Rhea cackled. “Is that a compliment or a warning?” I asked. He squ
Last Updated: 2025-08-08
Chapter: Chapter FourThe ringtone blared through the apartment like a tiny alarm, vibrating against the glass coffee table until Rhea swooped it up with a manicured hand and a smirk. I was still in bed when I heard Rhea screaming from the kitchen. "Hey, girl!" she sang, her voice coated in that honey-sweet charm she used when talking to her wild friend circle. I watched her from the kitchen counter, spooning cereal into my mouth as if she wasn't far from where i was laying and as if it would protect me from the inevitable chaos that came whenever Rhea got a phone call that started with that tone. "Tonight?" she gasped dramatically, already pacing. "Ugh, it has been forever!" I felt a chill run down my spine. She hung up with a squeal, tossed her phone on the couch, and turned to me like a woman with a mission. "We’re going out tonight." I blinked slowly. "Out where?" She rolled her eyes. "Out as in out, Arabella. Music. Lights. Drinks. Hot guys. Maybe a little sin if the universe is kind."
Last Updated: 2025-08-08
Chapter: CHAPTER THREEThe sound of traffic is the first thing I hear when I wake up. Not birdsong. Not the rustling of canvas. Not my mother’s voice calling my name from the kitchen downstairs, or my fathers laughter. Those are ghosts now—echoes from another life. This is the present. And the present smells like coffee and city air, warm croissants from the bakery downstairs, and the faint scent of strawberry shampoo that isn’t mine. I blink up at the ceiling fan in our tiny apartment, counting the slow, wobbling rotations like they're a lullaby. Then— The kettle was screaming again, and so was Rhea. “Arabella! Your demon water is possessed!” she shrieked from the kitchen, waving a wooden spoon like a wand as steam billowed behind her. “It’s called tea, Rhea.” I peeked over the top of my book, lounging on the couch in my favorite hoodie—the one with paint stains I pretended were intentional. “It’s called black smoke and the scent of doom,” she shot back, pulling the kettle off the burner an
Last Updated: 2025-07-25
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