Tick-Tok, Tick-Tok
I’m back.
Tick-Tok.
And your time is running out.
You’ll never be the same again. I will ruin you.
People call me immortal, but I’m not, really.
She keeps bringing me back to life, and I honestly don’t mind it.
I wonder, how can you fall in love with a psychopath like me?
Turns out... I’m just that addicting.
Elijah Lapsus is back after Meadow killed him in The Eleventh Hour, but he’s not alone. Years before all his recent killings and events, a teenage vampire girl named Luna has been following him in the shadows, wondering when she could finally show herself to him.
Elijah wanted to love Ember and Meadow, but they could never love him back. It turns out, he doesn’t need the resistant spit-fire female; he needs one that’s just like him.
I got the story idea with the ending. Then it started flowing backwards, unravelling the events that led up to that final moment. Although it is still in the development stage, I would like to hear your theories and any other helpful advice from the fellow writer and readers. The Book will have action, betrayal, romance, politics, and mystery.
Alexandra wakes up on the morning of her family vacation with no memory of the previous day and finds herself in the kingdom of Eldrida.
Where she will make penance for her crime and eventually become entangled in royal politics. She is in the kingdom where everything appears to be doing well, but it is actually dying from the inside.
Asher is having the time of his life as the charming and charismatic prince of Eldrida. Sooner rather than latter he will have to start taking responsibilties. As Alexandra and Asher's paths intertwine, they must navigate treacherous alliances, uncover hidden truths, and ultimately decide whether they have the power to save Eldrida from its impending downfall.
A prince finds his footing in the hierarchy, while the girl desperately searches for the way home. Their fates are connected yet separate.
I can run, but I can’t.
I can scream, but I can’t.
What should I do? I’m locked in a house with Max and... him.
Max isn’t acting normal anymore; he used to loathe Elijah, and now... and now they’re best buds? Since when is that relatively possible?
His playful, caring, dangerous self is still there, but when I look into his eyes, it doesn’t reflect me as easily. We still play our little games: arson, Marco Polo, chase, but I can sense hesitation in him.
I know Elijah did something to him, and I will bring him back.
I can see you fighting him inside Max, so don’t worry.
I will bring you back.
Not this reflection of you.
I want my Max back.
He came back.
It had been almost five months since Cameron left me stranded in our hotel room.
I’d memorized how he looked so tired, hungry, in pain. And there was blood slipping off his neck and into his T-shirt.
Almost a year ago, Cameron found me in my weakest state. He originally was the boy I made—the boy in my dreams—but I never thought he’d become real. Ten months ago, my mother was taken, and despite me pleading to save her, Cameron wouldn’t let me leave his sight.
I’m not going to deny it; I fell in love with him.
I almost died, but he did something that I’d never think was possible.
He bit me.
That was when everything I once knew was gone, and I became this atrocious monster in need of blood, and even when he told me he’d save me.
He left.
But now he was back.
In my senior year of high school, Cameron showed up at my birthday party.
Little did I know that at that very moment, my life would change, once again.
I was no longer a snow angel, I was a vampire-werewolf-angel hybrid; something impossible. And you know those sayings of vampires never drinking their own blood?
I’m an exception.
In fact, my blood smells so delicious to them, and I have to constantly avoid walking past beings on the streets.
But Cameron came to take me, once more, and his craving for my blood was unimaginable.
Little did I know that I wasn’t only his victim, but he was my savior.