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 9The hot sting of humiliation that had threatened to bring Yolande to her knees suddenly transformed into something else entirely. It was a sharp, unyielding spark of pure, protective anger. She looked at Don, really looked at the flushed, ugly rage distorting his face, and the last remaining thread of his emotional hold over her snapped cleanly in half. He wasn't a powerful figure in her life anymore. He was just a small, bitter man whose fragile ego couldn't handle the fact that she had chosen her own freedom over his shadow.She pulled her hand from Lucian’s grip, not to retreat, but to plant both palms firmly on the laminate table as she rose slightly in the booth, her gaze locking onto Don’s with a terrifyingly cool precision."Are you finished?" Yolande asked, her voice striking the silent cafe like a sheet of cracked ice. It wasn't a scream; it wasn't a desperate plea. It was the voice of a woman who had already spent a week analyzing every single boundary of her life and knew e
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Chapter: chapter 8The bedroom mirror reflected a version of Yolande she hadn't seen in a very long time. She adjusted the collar of her forest green sweater, the fabric soft and warm against her skin, before smoothing down the front of her dark jeans. There was a flush in her cheeks that had nothing to do with the freezing November wind outside, and her eyes looked brighter, filled with a nervous, electric energy that she couldn't entirely contain."You're changing your perfume," her mother's voice drifted from the doorway, breaking the quiet.Yolande turned around to see her mother leaning against the doorframe, a knowing, highly inquisitive look on her face. Before Yolande could even answer, her mot
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Chapter: chapter 7When the heavy wooden door of her parents' house finally clicked shut, latching securely against the freezing November wind, Lucian stood perfectly still on the manicured lawn. He remained frozen under the yellow, artificial glow of the porch light for a single, breathless second, watching her silhouette glide past the frosted glass of the entryway before the interior lights flickered off. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, trying to capture the lingering trace of her scent, vanilla, rain, and the faint, sterile tang of the hospital she had so fiercely stripped from her life, before the biting autumn breeze tore it away.Then, he moved.....He took two deliberate steps backward, melting seamlessly into the thick, unyielding shadows beneath the oak trees at the edge of the property. The moment the darkness wrapped completely around his tall frame, the laws of the mortal world ceased to apply. The air around him fractured, bending and warping as if reality itself were rejecting his pr
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Chapter: chapter 6 The bright neon glare of the convenience store faded behind her as she walked, the plastic bag crinkling softly against her leg. Instead of heading straight back to the quiet confinement of her bedroom, Yolande found herself drifting toward the public park that anchored the center of the neighborhood. Even though it was nearing midnight in late November, the city didn't sleep, cars still cruised along the perimeter, their headlights sweeping across the grass, and a few scattered night owls moved along the paved paths, seeking the same crisp, solitary air she was.She found an empty wooden bench positioned beneath the skeletal branches of a massive willow tree, just far enough from the main streetlamps to be draped i
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Chapter: chapter 5The crisp autumn air of late November cut through the heavy fabric of Yolande's oversized wool sweater, a sharp, bracing reminder that time had not stopped moving just because her old life had shattered. It was a week after the final confrontation in the staff locker room at St. Jude’s, a week since she had shut the locker door on a decade of expectations and walked out into an unwritten future. The initial shock had faded into a quiet, focused determination, she had spent the last seven days sequestered in her childhood bedroom at her parents' house, surrounded by legal textbooks she had borrowed from the local library and a glowing laptop screen that illuminated the dark corners of the room.Fortunately, the timing was on her side, the universal admissions portals for the winter semester law programs were still open for another few days, giving her just enough time to gather her undergraduate transcripts, draft a compelling personal statement, and hit the submit button. Funding her
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Chapter: chapter 4The air on the executive floor smelled faintly of expensive furniture polish and old files, a world away from the metallic, antiseptic tang of the trauma ward below, Yolande sat across from the HR representative, a polite woman named Eleanor who looked over Yolande's pristine file with a soft, sympathetic frown. Yolande slide the formal, handwritten resignation letter across the desk, her signature dry, dark, and absolute on the crisp white paper."Are you entirely sure about this, Yolande?" Eleanor asked, tapping her pen against the desk, her eyes scanning the glowing monitor screen. "You're an exceptional nurse, your quarterly evaluations from the emergency and surgical floors are flawless, if burnout is the issue, we can look into transferring you to a quieter outpatient clinic, or perhaps adjusting your shift rotation to give you some breathing room.""Thank you, Eleanor, I appreciate that, but I'm completely sure," Yolande said, her voice steady, carrying a calm certainty that le
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