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LOVE ME LIKE A CURSE Chapter Forty-Eight [THE HOLLOW VEIL FESTIVAL]
The city did not belong to mortals tonight. Its towers drowned in shadow, its avenues veiled in smoke, its silence broken only by music that was not meant for human ears. From the spires to the catacombs, the night stretched wide and black as silk—and within it, the vampire breeds emerged in their truest forms, cloaked not in disguise but in hunger. Once each century, the Hollow Veil was lifted. Once each century, the hidden clans were permitted to walk openly beneath the same moon, to bleed together, to drink together, to remember that all their lineages—fractured, bitter, estranged—were carved from the same wound. The streets glowed faintly with lanterns, filled with oils. >The Stryga breed: shrieked their laughter from rooftops, wings snapping as they swooped down to snatch goblets from passing hands. Their revels were violent graceless, but none dared stop them. The Hollow Veil festival permitted indulgence. >The Morrakai: pale as drowned corpses drifted barefoot through
LOVE ME LIKE A CURSE CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN[THE COURT BETRAYED]
Setting: The Bone Orchard --- The field stretched endlessly under a starless sky, its earth cracked and pale as old scars. White trees clawed upward in jagged silhouettes, their bark not wood but bone—calcified remnants of the First Brood who defied Vaelros Seraxa. Each tree leaned as if in pain, branches frozen mid-scream, their roots burrowed deep into the soil where ancient blood still seeped. No Elder dared walk here, for the Orchard remembered betrayal. It remembered the Crown That Bleeds. And here, Seraphine came alone. She had already decided tonight. The debate had only given her permission to move faster. There were three obstacles: the covenant of the Elders, the Warded Vault, and the impossible truth that a Second Rite required more hands — not merely accomplices, but anchors: blood-pledges from those of the old line. She would not ask. She would take. First, the Vault. No one who sat in the high circle believed the Vault would be breached again. Over generati
LOVE ME LIKE A CURSE CHAPTER FORTY-SIX [THE SECOND RITE: THE CRESCENT OATH]
Setting : Old Elder Vampire Court --- The Elders gathered once more in the cavern, their faces hollowed by the flicker of flame, the echo of silence stretched taut between them. The first ritual had ended in nothing. Days passed. Weeks even. No mark. No prophecy stirring. No sign of Ysolde’s return in flesh or spirit. And so suspicion had spread like rot. Cassian’s gaze swept the circle, his voice cutting the tension like a blade: --- “It has been weeks,” He said, “And yet—the girl walks free of us. No mark. No oath. no sign that the prophecy has been sealed. Tell me, was our ritual a farce? Was our blood wasted?” Across from him, Seraphine lifted her chin with serpentine grace. “Not wasted,” she hissed. “But perhaps… resisted. The blood remembers what it chooses to remember. Perhaps the girl’s veins defy us.” Valerian tapped his clawed fingers against the armrest. If the mark did not appear, then it was not the prophecy that faltered. It was us.” “The first ri
LOVE ME LIKE A CURSE CHAPTER FORTY- FIVE [ HIM ]
When I walked into D’Aragon Enterprises the next morning, the first thing I noticed was how much heavier the air felt.Not tired-heavy, not stale from recycled vents or too much perfume drifting through the lobby, but charged. The kind of atmosphere that made people straighten their posture without realizing why.I wasn’t imagining it.Clusters of staff lingered longer than usual by the elevators, their voices pitched higher, their gestures sharper. Someone had spread the word already.A meeting. A big one.And not just any meeting.The CEO wanted to “see the old faces and new faces that ran his empire.”"LUCIEN D’ARAGON."I told myself I shouldn’t care. People like him lived galaxies away from people like me. I worked in one of the tucked-away creative wings, where pixels and deadlines mattered more than boardroom politics. My orbit wasn’t meant to brush against his.And yet my stomach tightened anyway.Maybe because my night had ended with Julian’s smile still burned behind my eyeli
LOVE ME LIKE A CURSE Chapter Forty-Four
When I slipped the key into the lock, I did it quietly, like I was sneaking into someone else’s house. The door creaked anyway—of course it did—and I froze, holding my breath, as if that could make me invisible. Three steps. That was all I managed before a voice came from the living room. “I heard you were going on a date.” My stomach plummeted. Elias. I turned my head slowly, and sure enough, there he was—half-slouched on the couch with a game controller in his hand, the TV glow reflecting in his eyes. He was grinning, which meant he’d been waiting for me. “And you’re back this late?” His brows rose in mock surprise. “How did it go?” Heat crept up my neck. “You’re ridiculous,” I muttered, kicking my shoes off and making a straight line for the kitchen. If I kept moving, maybe he’d let it slide. No such luck. “Don’t you dare downplay this,” another voice chimed in, sing-song and merciless. Rhea. Of course. She padded out of her room in pajama shorts and a t-shi
LOVE ME LIKE A CURSE Chapter Forty-Three [MISPLACED RECOGNITION III]
JULIAN CROSS --- Julian had learned long ago that temptation never announced itself. It slipped in quietly, disguised as something ordinary. A laugh. A glance. The subtle way a woman touched her hair without realizing Tonight, temptation had a name. Arabella Vale. He sat in his car outside her apartment building long after the engine should have cooled, long after common sense told him to drive away. But common sense had abandoned him the moment she slid into the passenger seat earlier, brushing his arm with nothing more than a hello. Now, even with the car empty, she was still here. Her perfume clung to the air like invisible fingerprints. Sweet at first inhale—something floral, fleeting—but beneath it lay a sharper note, almost metallic, alive in a way that made his throat burn. He pressed his fingers against the steering wheel until the leather groaned. Pathetic. He should not have let it get this far. She was human. Untouchable. And yet— Her laugh from ear
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