After her father’s brutal murder, Natalie Pierce is forced into a life she never asked for. Her uncle steps in as guardian and pulls strings to secure her a spot at Cainebrielle University—a school built for the elite, the powerful, and the 0.1% who rule their secretive world. Her father never wanted her there. Now, she understands why. Because Cainebrielle doesn’t just teach ancient myth—it lives it. And monsters don’t hide in the dark here. They walk the halls, cloaked in beauty and danger. Natalie never believed in legends... until she met Adrian—the devastatingly seductive man with eyes that promise ruin and lips that taste like sin. He’s more than a student. More than a man. He’s something other. And he wants her. Badly. Adrian isn’t supposed to crave her. Natalie isn’t supposed to burn for him. But the heat between them threatens to consume everything—and everyone—around them. Because their bond isn’t fate. It’s a threat. To fall for him is to challenge bloodlines, defy ancient law, and risk waking a power buried long before she was born. But some flames aren’t meant to be tamed. Some touches aren’t meant to be denied. And some loves? They were made to set the world on fire. Sink your teeth into this steamy, forbidden vampire romance where the rules were made to be broken—and desire always wins.
ดูเพิ่มเติมNatalieLisa 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
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
Natalie One week had passed since I’d moved to campus, and things had been... active, to say the least.Invitations to pledge sororities poured in almost daily, but Lisa and I turned them all down without hesitation.Independence was our priority. Besides, being a student at Cainebrielle already opened every door of opportunity imaginable. Joining a sorority felt excessive, and honestly, I hated the color pink.Most of them seemed to be drenched in it—except for Phi Umbra, of course. They were different. Their preference for dark, monochromatic colors might have intrigued me if it weren’t for their obsession with secrecy and an unsettling fondness for crimson accents.The whole "mysterious and exclusive" vibe wasn’t as appealing as they probably thought. So, no thank you.Despite the chaos of settling in, my thoughts kept circling back to Adrian. I should’ve let him fade from my mind by now, but every quiet moment seemed to invite him in.The memory of our brief encounter at the club
Natalie My uncle hadn’t exaggerated about my accommodations on campus—it was exactly as he’d described.The moment I stepped into the room, I realized just how much thought had gone into it. There was no roommate, just me.The space, though within an old building, had been upgraded with modern touches that hinted at significant expense. Everything was polished, intentional, and surprisingly inviting.The room was fully equipped, more like a compact apartment than a dorm. The kitchen area caught my eye first—a stove, fridge, microwave, oven, dishwasher, and cabinets that gleamed under the soft overhead lights.It wasn’t just functional; it was designed to feel like home. A cozy couch sat against one wall, facing a mounted television, giving the illusion of a tiny living room.My bed, a full-size one, sat against the far wall, surrounded by shelves and discreet storage spaces that didn’t just serve a purpose—they elevated the space. It was the kind of room you’d expect to see in a life
Natalie The moment we stepped out of the club, chaos erupted. The air buzzed with frantic shouts, the heavy thud of running footsteps, and the sharp clang of something metal hitting the ground.The night, which moments ago had been alive with music and laughter, now carried the acrid scent of sweat and adrenaline.People darted past us, their faces twisted with fear, their urgency infectious. But Lisa and I didn’t move. We stood frozen, rooted to the spot as the scene unfolded before us.The street had become a battlefield. Figures tangled in violent motion, their fists flying, their growls primal and raw.It took me a moment to realize this wasn’t some random brawl; this was war. My stomach tightened as I scanned the chaos, and then recognition struck. These weren’t strangers. I knew some of them—faces I’d seen on campus.“Lisa,” I whispered, my voice low and shaky, “those are Kappa Lunaris guys.”Her head turned sharply toward me, her wide eyes confirming she saw it too. Among the
Natalie“I’d ask you to dance, stranger,” Adrian murmured, his lips curving into a smirk that walked the fine line between charm and danger, “but I’m guessing that’s not your thing.”I stiffened.Not because of the question—but because of what came before it.Stranger.I hadn’t told him my name.He saw the flicker in my eyes and smiled like he already knew what I was thinking.“Natalie,” I said, more breath than voice.His smile deepened, pleased.Lisa chimed in with her name, light and casual, but Adrian only gave her a polite nod before his focus returned to me—sharp and unwavering. Like she was part of the background, a flicker on the edge of a frame he had no interest in.“Do you dance, Natalie?” he asked, his voice low and coaxing. Like the question itself was a dare.I almost said no.I should’ve said no.But then Lisa leaned in under the table, nudging my thigh with her knee.“Oh, come on, Nat,” she whispered, teasing. “We came here to have fun. And what’s more fun than dancing
NatalieThe moment we stepped inside, it felt like entering another world.Dark, pulsing lights bathed the room in shades of red and violet. The music wasn’t just loud—it throbbed, vibrating through my chest like a second heartbeat.The air was thick with smoke, perfume, and something else—electricity. Raw and charged, like anything could happen.Bodies moved like water, swaying and grinding in a rhythm that was less dancing and more seduction. The deeper we walked in, the more intimate the atmosphere became—hands on hips, lips on necks, eyes half-lidded with want.But Adrian didn’t lead us into the crowd.He took us above it.An elevated booth, set back just enough to feel private, but perfectly placed to overlook the entire room. It wasn’t just a seat—it was a throne.The way people stepped aside as we passed…The way staff nodded without making eye contact…The way glances flicked toward him, then away just as fast, like staring too long was a risk…He wasn’t just powerful here.He
NatalieThe moment the door clicked shut behind Uncle Michael, I felt like I could finally breathe. But the pressure in my chest didn’t lift. It sat there—heavy, unmovable—like something had cracked inside me and hadn’t quite healed right.I spent the rest of the day packing in silence. Folding clothes, stacking books, zipping up my life with mechanical precision. I didn’t cry. I didn’t speak. I just moved.It wasn’t until dusk draped the room in amber and shadow that my phone buzzed from the nightstand.Lisa.Relief bloomed in my chest at the sight of her name.“Come out with me,” she said as soon as I picked up. Her voice was light, teasing—but with an undertow of concern. “There’s a club in town. You need a night out, and I need my favorite partner-in-crime.”I hesitated. My heart was still raw. The last thing I wanted was a blur of flashing lights and fake smiles. But another part of me—tired, reckless, aching for escape—was already reaching for my closet.“I’ll be there,” I said,
NatalieUncle Michael sighed, the sound sharp in the silence. Irritation flickered across his face as he set his cup down with a pointed clink.“Brian didn’t want a lot of things, Nicole,” he said, voice clipped. “But he’s gone now.”His tone was flat, too steady, like he was trying not to show just how close he was to losing control.“I need to know Natalie will be protected if something happens to me. That Brian’s bloodline doesn’t end in silence. That a Pierce doesn’t grow up poor or unguarded in a world like this.”He glanced briefly at me, then back to my mother.“You’re still young. You could remarry, start a new life. But Natalie? She’s my responsibility now. She always will be. So stop painting me as the villain.”My mother went rigid beside me. Her fingers twisted in her lap, knuckles white.“I would never betray Brian,” she whispered. Her voice trembled, but she held her head high.“I loved him. I still do. And the way he died—the way his body was so broken, I couldn’t even
NatalieI stood under the flimsy canopy Lisa had set up, handing out animal cruelty campaign fliers.It was a sweet little setup—messy, mismatched, but hers. I liked that about her. And in a town like Hawkshire, where boredom wrapped around you like a heavy coat, helping her felt like a lifeline.I didn’t want to be here. Cainebrielle University wasn’t my choice—it was my uncle’s dream, not mine.I was just playing along, stuck in a place that felt too polished, too fake, and miles away from anything that felt like home.My old life—my friends, my city, the pulse of it all—was behind me now. All I had was this quiet town and a school filled with kids who had never had to fight for anything.Lisa was the one good surprise.We met during orientation—two misfits orbiting the same chaos. She didn’t care about Greek life or social clout. She just wanted to laugh and talk about weird documentaries and help animals. That was enough for me.Cainebrielle might’ve been built for the ultra-rich,...
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