NatalieUp close, Carson was even more striking than the whispers and rumors made him out to be. His curly blond hair caught the firelight, glowing like a halo against his sharp, chiseled features.His blue eyes burned like twin flames, and they were fixed on me with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. He wore a simple black T-shirt and jeans, but the way they fit him… well, let’s just say he could’ve made a trash bag look runway-worthy.He was ridiculously attractive, yes. But my heart? It didn’t race for Carson. Not like it did for Adrian. Carson might’ve been the most desired guy on campus, but he didn’t occupy my dreams the way Adrian did. Still, standing this close to him was… disarming."Sorry," I managed to stammer, the words catching in my throat.He looked down at me, his lips curving into a small, confident smile. "Natalie Pierce," he said, his tone warm yet careful, like he was testing if he had my name right."Yeah," I said, narrowing my eyes slightly. "How do you k
NatalieLisa and I were still chatting as we walked when a voice called out behind us."Hey! Hey, you two!"I turned, my stomach sinking as I spotted Michelle and her entourage of sorority sisters strutting toward us.Their heels clicked against the pavement in unison, their movements sharp and deliberate. I didn’t have the energy for whatever drama they were bringing."What do you want?" Lisa called out, her tone sharp.Michelle didn’t answer right away. Her icy gaze stayed fixed on me as they closed the distance.I considered walking away, but Lisa planted her feet firmly, crossing her arms with her signature I-don’t-care-who-you-are look.Michelle stopped a few feet from us, a smug smirk tugging at her lips. “There are rules on this campus,” she said, her voice laced with condescension. “And it seems you haven’t gotten the memo.”I raised an eyebrow, trying to keep my face neutral. “What rules?”Michelle tilted her head slightly, her dark hair shimmering under the streetlights.“Guy
NatalieI was too wired to sleep and too distracted to concentrate in class.Everything that had gone wrong with Michelle after the bonfire—the tension, the stares—had faded into insignificance.Adrian had texted me.Not just some casual check-in. He had gone out of his way to get my number. He said he wanted to see me.When? I didn’t know.But the thought of it was enough to make my skin hum with restless energy.Carson had messaged me a few times too, and I responded as politely—and distantly—as I could. I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. He was nice. Sweet, even. But he wasn’t Adrian.“Hey, wanna help me hand out flyers today?” Lisa asked, bouncing up beside me.Honestly, I wasn’t looking forward to it. The idea of standing in the sun, smiling at strangers, and hawking whatever student event we were promoting sounded exhausting. But Lisa would’ve done it for me.And besides, she had no one else.“Okay,” I said with a tired smile. “But I can’t stay too long. I’m running on
NatalieI made it back to my apartment on campus, bone-tired and ready to collapse into bed.But something stopped me at the door.A small package sat neatly on the mat, topped with a card. Not just tossed there—placed carefully, deliberately.I frowned, glancing up and down the hallway, but it was empty. Silent.Curiosity buzzing under my skin, I picked it up and carried it inside. I set it down on the couch, tossing my bag aside, and pulled the card free first.It was handwritten—elegant, precise.The roses are red,and the evening is bright.Come dance with meat the ball tonight.Adrian.My heart fluttered wildly.I opened the box next, and inside, lying atop soft tissue paper, was a single red rose—its thorns carefully removed. Thoughtful. Almost old-fashioned.Beneath the rose was a dress.A red dress.I pulled it out and gasped. It was stunning—short, backless, daring in all the right ways. The fabric shimmered faintly under the low apartment lights, the kind of dress designed
NatalieThere were a lot of important people there—senior students, alumni, professors, and even a handful of dignitaries and a few multi-billionaires.It was clear: this wasn’t just a party. It was an elite gathering.The kind where every handshake was a transaction and every smile was laced with expectation.The only person who didn’t belong was me.I knew I looked the part—the dress, the jewelry, the careful makeup—but I felt out of place.A freshman among giants.I kept scanning the room, searching for Adrian. Hoping he'd show up soon. Hoping I could have someone to lean on before my nerves unraveled completely.I was so caught up in my own swirling anxiety that I didn’t see her approach.Michelle.She slipped into my peripheral vision like a shadow, her presence sharper than a blade.“What are you doing here, Pierce?” she asked, her voice dripping with that familiar, I’m-better-than-you tone.I turned toward her slowly, trying to school my face into something neutral. She stood
NatalieOne of the security guards reached for my arm, and I yanked it away instinctively."Don’t touch me," I snapped, my voice low but firm.I wasn’t mad at Michelle anymore. Not really.I was furious at Adrian.Furious that he wasn’t here to meet me. Furious that he had left me standing alone in a place where I clearly didn’t belong."I can show myself out," I muttered.The guards exchanged a look and then stepped back, letting me be.Michelle stood nearby, watching the whole thing unfold with thinly veiled amusement. She didn’t even bother hiding the smug satisfaction on her face.Her expression practically screamed:If you were one of us, this wouldn’t happen.I had the sudden, immature urge to flip her off—but I was wearing a dress that cost more than some people's rent, and despite everything, I still had my dignity.I held my head high instead.I was just about to turn and leave when the announcement system crackled to life."Ladies and gentlemen," the voice boomed through t
Natalie"Let's go somewhere private," Adrian whispered against my ear, his breath warm, sending a shiver straight down my spine.I didn’t hesitate. I was more than ready.He excused himself with a graceful nod to the others at our table, and I mirrored him, barely aware of the curious stares trailing after us.But instead of leading me toward an exit, Adrian steered me toward the dance floor.A waltz had just begun, the orchestra swelling with old-world grandeur.He pulled me close, his hand steady against my back, guiding me with a confidence that left no room for doubt or hesitation.The last time I had danced like this was with my father—and for a moment, a sharp pang of bittersweet memory twisted inside me.But I pushed it down.Tonight wasn’t for sadness.Tonight was for living.I let myself lean into Adrian, feeling the way his body moved with mine, leading without words, commanding without force. I could feel eyes on us—burning, envious, curious. Let them watch.I didn’t car
NatalieI jumped into Adrian’s arms, and he caught me with effortless strength, like I weighed nothing.My fingers threaded through his thick hair, pulling him closer, desperate to taste more of him.The ache inside me was blinding, a raw need that only he could ease—and he knew it. He pressed me tighter against the wall, his mouth devouring mine, his tongue claiming, coaxing, making me forget where I ended and he began.The world outside the office blurred into nothing.There was only us. Only this."Natalie," he whispered against my lips, my name falling from him like a broken prayer. There was a roughness to it—a battle raging inside him, one he was barely winning.I was already lost.His lips trailed down my jaw to my neck, then lower to the bare skin of my shoulder, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.Goosebumps broke out across my skin, every nerve ending alive and straining for more.When I felt his teeth graze my neck—just the barest, teasing scrape—I arched into him,
Natalie“Let’s give it time, Mom,” I said softly, my fingers tightening around hers. “I have a plan.”She pulled back slightly to look at me, her eyes scanning mine—hope flickering there, desperate to latch onto anything that resembled a way out. “A plan?” she echoed, her voice tentative.“I’ll stall Uncle Michael,” I said, choosing my words carefully. “We won’t leave. Not yet. Not until your treatment is complete. And if he still insists on pushing this marriage nonsense… then we’ll go. But I want to be sure we’ve explored every option first.”She let out a small, bitter laugh and shook her head, though a trace of a smile tugged at her lips. “How long do you think you can stall your uncle?” she asked, her tone laced with dry sarcasm. “He’s not exactly the patient type.”Her laugh quickly faded, replaced by a flash of shame, and I saw it then—that quiet anger she carried. Not at me. At herself. At her body for failing. At the fact that her illness had become chains, not just around he
NatalieSomething had to have happened to make her say this—to even think about leaving Hawkshire so suddenly. My mother, for all her spontaneity, wasn’t careless. And this? This felt like more than a whim.“Is everything alright, Mom?” I asked softly, searching her face.She nodded, but the gesture was too quick, too rehearsed. She was lying. Not out of malice, but to protect me. She always did that—carried the weight quietly, so I wouldn’t have to.“You know we can’t,” I said gently, grounding the truth between us.Her eyes shimmered instantly, and she looked away. The dam behind her composure cracked, and tears welled in her eyes. She tried to blink them back, but I saw. I felt it.This confinement—this looming illness, this shadow of uncle Michael—was caging her spirit. My mother, who once danced barefoot in the rain, was now drowning in stillness.“I can’t sit back and let you sacrifice yourself for my sake,” she said, her voice trembling.I shook my head, tears already burning a
Natalie“So,” my mother began, folding her hands in her lap with a polite smile, “how did you two meet?”There was a hint of curiosity in her voice, carefully masked but unmistakable to me. She wasn’t just making conversation—she was searching, trying to fit the pieces together.“Cainebrielle,” I answered simply, and her smile deepened. She turned her gaze to Adrian then, clearly expecting him to fill in the blanks.“A student?” she asked lightly, but I felt her eyes slide to mine, subtle and questioning. I hesitated, caught off guard. I didn’t know how much to say.Adrian, ever composed, answered before the silence stretched too long. “A former student,” he said gently. “But now, a sponsor.”His tone was modest, but I saw the flicker in my mother’s eyes—a flash of surprise she couldn’t quite hide. She was probably doing the math in her head. He was far too young, far too striking, to be a sponsor.“I’m filling in for my father,” Adrian added smoothly, catching the shift in her expres
NatalieAs I stepped out of the car, the night air wrapped around me, cool and still. I closed the door gently, expecting Adrian to follow, but when I glanced back, he was still seated behind the wheel, hands resting casually, eyes following my movement with quiet curiosity.I hesitated, then leaned against the window, suddenly aware of how fast my heart was beating.“I didn’t want to seem too forward,” I began, chewing on the inside of my cheek, “but… would you like to come in? I mean, just to meet my mom.”As soon as the words left my mouth, I cringed and instinctively covered it with my hand. God, why did that sound like a proposal? My face flushed with heat, and I scrambled to undo the damage.“Not like we’re getting married or anything…” I added, forcing a laugh that came out too breathy, too nervous. My mouth opened again to explain further, maybe soften the awkwardness, but I gave up and sighed instead, defeated.Adrian let out a full, warm laugh—one of those genuine, deep ones
NatalieWe slipped into Adrian’s car in silence, the soft click of the doors closing feeling louder than it should have.I could sense the weight of his disappointment as he gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly, his jaw set in quiet frustration.He had ended the interruption quickly, whoever it was, but the damage had already been done. My mother’s call had cut the evening short, bringing an abrupt end to what was supposed to be our first real chance to just be—no past, no obligations, no shadows trailing us.I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.“Sorry about the interruption,” Adrian said gently, stealing a glance at me. His eyes softened when they met mine, but he quickly turned his focus back to the road.“It’s okay,” I murmured, though the words felt hollow. I stared out the windshield, watching the world blur by in shades of grey and gold, but my mind wasn’t in the car anymore.My mother’s voice had been steady on the phone—too steady. I knew her calm tone we
Adrian"Please," Graham rasped, still clutching my leg. "If she fails the transformation, she'll die. And even if she lives, I'll be powerless. I have no sons. She’s all I have left. Either way, my bloodline ends."His voice cracked under the strain. His grief clung to the air, thick and suffocating. He wasn’t wrong — but it didn’t change anything.I had seen this before — heads of families, desperate and broken, coming to me with bleeding hearts and empty hands, begging for a different fate.But my answer was always the same."No," I said quietly, my voice like stone. "I’m sorry, Graham. I can't help you."He sagged against me, the last bit of hope draining from him."If I take you into my clan," I continued, "I would be breaking the treaty. The very foundation of the peace we all cling to. When my bloodline broke from the strigoi, it was a war that could have ended us all. We reached an impasse. An agreement was forged: I would not take or turn what belonged to Volodym
AdrianMilo stood there, my father’s old assistant, holding a carton of wine bottles at his feet.The realization hit me. I had completely forgotten I had instructed him to stock the lake house.But even as relief started to creep in, something else made me pause. Milo was uneasy. Too uneasy for something as simple as a delivery."Master," he said, bowing his head in deference, recognizing not just my power, but who I was — his Sire, his Lord.I stepped back slightly, a grim understanding settling over me.I was not like the others. Not strigoi. Not dhampyr.I was something more. Stronger. Older. A bloodline born pure, untwisted — built from power the strigoi could only envy.I could survive on human food. I could walk freely under the sun. I had forged a new race — my own clan — stronger than anything the old world could birth.But strength came with its burdens.My body was almost invincible. My mind sharper than most. My instincts nearly flawless.And yet, my heart — th
AdrianNatalie was perfect — a beauty crafted for me alone, even if she didn’t know it yet.Her body knew. Her soul knew.But her mind was still catching up, still caged by the fragile logic of human life.When I felt the string tighten in my chest — that sharp pull of fear — I knew it wasn’t mine. It was hers.The one I had waited centuries for. The one I had been told would never come.Being a vampire with a soul had its curses. I had sired a few, built a new bloodline stronger than the old ways, but nothing filled the hollow ache inside me. Nothing dulled the loneliness that shadowed me through endless lifetimes — through wars, through plagues, through the rise and fall of civilizations.I had lost friends, lovers, allies. I had buried them all. And yet I remained.Always waiting. Always incomplete.Unlike the strigoi before me, I could not simply choose a mate and bind her to me by force or tradition. Fate had to choose for me. And until Natalie, it never had.I had begun t
NatalieI watched Adrian for a while, unsure how my next words would land. My throat felt tight, my heart louder than it needed to be. But I said it anyway. "Actually… I’m not hungry."My voice came out softer than I intended — hesitant, uncertain.He paused, slowly setting down the utensils and turning off the stove. Then he looked at me, amused. "So," he said, peeling off the apron, "what do you have in mind?"I opened my mouth, then closed it. Words failed me. I wasn’t the type to take the lead — not like this. And I knew, somehow, he already understood that."You don’t strike me as shy," he said, stepping closer.And then he was between my legs.I was still perched on the counter, his presence suddenly too close and not close enough. I had nothing on underneath his shirt, and when I looked at his face, saw the quiet heat in his eyes, I felt the blush rush up my neck and into my cheeks.He smiled at the sight of it. "I like it when you blush, Little Fox," he whispered