The thought of not you
For a decade, Yolande and Don were the definition of endgame. From high school sweethearts to navigating the grueling world of medicine, they built a life together. Now an adult, Yolande works tirelessly as a hospital nurse, while Don has climbed the ranks to become a surgeon alongside Yolande’s lifelong best friend, Maria. It was supposed to be their dream team.
But the sterile, high-stress walls of the hospital quickly turn into a pressure cooker for betrayal.
Bonded by life-or-death surgeries, late-night shifts, and exhaustion, Don and Maria begin to drift into a world where Yolande doesn't fit. What starts as innocent coffee dates and trauma-bonding evolves into a quiet, devastating erasure. Yolande is forced to watch from the sidelines as her boyfriend and her best friend slowly build a life together, leaving her invisible in her own skin.
When the emotional neglect finally shatters her heart, Yolande finds herself in a dark bar, drinking to numb the agony of a love completely lost.
But her grief calls out to something darker. In the shadows of the bar, she crosses paths with an entity that shouldn't exist: a creature with no human presence, born from the forbidden, impossible fusion of a vampire and a werewolf bloodline. An anomaly of nature, it is an outcast wandering the edges of reality. Bound by mutual isolation, two entities that the world forgot are about to collide—and reality will never be the same.
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Chapter: chapter 17The circle of bare, dark earth beyond the garden gate remained a stark anomaly against the pristine white of the valley's first snow. For three days, Yolande had watched it from her bedroom window, using its sharp, melted perimeter as a psychological anchor whenever her logical mind threatened to slide back into disbelief.But by Friday afternoon, the domestic reality she had spent her life navigating came crashing back into the room, entirely unconcerned with ancient bloodlines or spiritual matrices."Yolande, please tell me you're not planning to wear that oversized sweater to dinner tomorrow night," her mother said, stepping into the kitchen with a stack of freshly laundered table linens. Her brow was puckered with that specific, high-intensity anxiety reserved exclusively for formal family evaluations. "I know you've been buried in your LSAT prep, but your father and I would like to actually meet this young man before he completely absorbs your calendar."Yolande paused, her coffe
Last Updated: 2026-09-17
Chapter: chapter 16The quiet in the bedroom was no longer the freezing, clinical silence of an interrogation room. It had transformed into something thick, pressurized, and impossibly warm. Lucian’s face remained buried in the crook of her neck, his breath hitting her skin in deep, measured cycles that felt like the steady rhythm of a furnace. Yolande stood between his knees as he sat on the cedar chest, her fingers still woven into the dark, unruly thickness of his hair. She could feel the hard, unyielding ridge of his collarbones beneath her palms—a skeletal structure that felt denser, heavier, and far more permanent than any human anatomy she had ever palpated during her rotations at the hospital.Slowly, with a deliberate, trembling restraint, Lucian pulled his head back. His obsidian eyes were wide, the pupils so dilated that the dark irises were almost entirely swallowed, save for a thin, glowing ring of luminescent gold that rimmed the edges. He didn't let go of her wrists. His long, pale fingers
Last Updated: 2026-09-17
Chapter: 15The frost on the window pane was thickening into intricate, geometric ferns, crystallizing the violent winter storm that raged just beyond the glass. Yolande’s hand remained pressed flat against the freezing surface, the structural chill of it seeping into her skin, numbing her fingertips. Down below, standing in the absolute center of the swirling white void just beyond the wooden boundary of the gate, Lucian hadn't moved a single millimeter. He looked like an ancient, gothic statue carved from obsidian and marble, letting the heavy snow blanket his massive shoulders without a hint of human discomfort.Her chest heaved, a rhythmic, frantic movement beneath the thick wool blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Her analytical mind—the clinical ledger that had spent the last forty-eight hours trying to categorize his existence as a psychological fracture—finally crashed.The data was absolute. The evidence was irrefutable. He was out there, freezing in the dark, because he had given his
Last Updated: 2026-08-19
Chapter: Chapter 14"Don't answer it," Maria panicked from the wall, her voice cracking. "Yola, seriously, do not answer that. She knows your voice. She’s going to know you're freaked out.""If I don't answer, she’ll call the cops," Yolande muttered. Her brain was misfiring, trying to handle a breakup, a traumatized best friend, and an impossible man all at once. She looked up at Lucian, her voice dropping to an embarrassed, desperate whisper. "You need to calm down. Whatever you're doing to the air, stop it. If she hears a weird buzz or the call drops, she’s going to drive over here."Lucian stared at her, his jaw clenching. He clearly hated the phone, and he looked incredibly frustrated that a tiny piece of plastic had this much power over her. But seeing her look that stressed, he closed his eyes and took a slow, heavy breath.The suffocating, weird pressure in the alley immediately vanished. The freezing temperature leveled out, and the normal, boring sounds of suburban traffic leaked back into the s
Last Updated: 2026-06-25
Chapter: Chapter 13"Let go of me," Yolande whispered, the words catching in her throat as she gave her arm a desperate, useless tug.Lucian’s grip didn't tighten, but it didn't yield either. His hand was a solid, freezing band against her skin, sending that terrifyingly familiar electric current straight through the fabric of her cream sweater. He looked completely out of place under the pale winter sun—a dark, towering fracture in her quiet, suburban reality. His chest rose and fell in heavy, ragged movements, and she could feel the intense, localized heat radiating off his frame, fighting the sudden drop in the air temperature."Yolande," Lucian rasped, his eyes scanning her face with a raw, borderline frantic intensity. "You vanished from the estate. The bond—the line stretched so thin the eastern wards began to crack. I couldn't trace your frequency until a microsecond ago.""Lucian, look around you!" she hissed, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Her clinical, logical mind wa
Last Updated: 2026-06-25
Chapter: chapter 12The heavy, suffocating silence of the bedroom settled over Yolande like a shroud the moment the air fractured and Lucian vanished. She lay perfectly still on her back, her fingers still curled into empty fistfuls of her quilt, her breath catching in her throat. Her lips were swollen, tingling with a persistent, electric heat that refused to fade, and the heavy, damp ache between her thighs pulsed with an agonizing rhythm.She stared up at the dark ceiling, her mind spinning through a chaotic loop. He had just disappeared. Not walked away, not slipped out the window, but vanished into thin air right out from under her touch."The alcohol," she whispered into the dark, her voice trembling as she pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes. "It has to be the wine. That crimson wine... Shaw said it was strong. I’m hallucinating. I’m completely, utterly drunk."It was the only logical explanation her analytical mind could grasp. The massive ancient mansion, the telepathic looks between
Last Updated: 2026-06-22
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