All Chapters of SWEET BLOOD: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

*Present time*Grace Lim was naked. That was the first thing that hit her as she slowly opened her eyes: that she was bare, her body ached from everywhere, particularly the lower region. She was in bed. But it wasn't her bed.She squinted hard, and then unexpectedly, the next thing hit her, and it hit her like a ton of bricks to the head. It was fruition that she had been so intoxicated last night that she ended up giving herself to some hot stranger. She cringed, the pain piercing through her temples and her belly twirling with queasiness.This was not happening. No! This could not be happening.Why?How?Alright, so this was a hangover. She whined, scraping her eyes shut and seeing stars explode across her brain. Oh, this was surely a hangover alright. Her first one. Unhurriedly, Grace opened her eyes to thin slits, peeking around the room. Okay, not her small bed. Absolutely not her bed. Not her room either. No, this one was massive, remarkable, and... strangely familiar as her bra

Grace Lim, where the hell are you?Answer the bloody phone, Grace!The report needs revision. Asap!Three messages were waiting for her when she checked her phone on the way out of the hotel suite of the billionaire James Grayson. What the hell happened back there was beyond embarrassing and insane. It would be amazing if she could remember what happened.After all, he had had a hold on her since the first time she held her gaze at the beautiful man. He sucked her in with his elegant stylist's good looks and little-handsome grin. That gorgeous grin, all crooked and dimpled and full of the otherworldly promise of earth-shattering sex.Grace mentally shook her head. She was just happy that the billionaire had left her alone as she enjoyed a lovely, luxurious bath and when she was through. Grayson was nowhere to be found, so she grabbed her dress and dashed out the door. Yes, she was being cowardly, but what else could a woman like her do but flee?However, her phone had been pinging th

Honey and Gerald were not going to the Bahamas, but to the so-called popular elite party that Gerald had been raving about for months, and now that they had been personally invited by one of his business partners, he had decided to invite his girlfriend. He smirked as he watched as the host of the party glided down the stairs to his girlfriend, tied up-half naked and drugged up with the red substance the rich and powerful had been talking about, and yes, he did feel like he was on cloud nine. This "red happy pill" was a new product on the market. One of the masked females dressed beside him in an unusual vampire costume licked his ears and murmured sweet nothing. Gerald moaned as he forgot about Honey with a small nibble from the alluring woman he was a goner. "Take me, darling. I want to taste you." The woman smirked and motioned him to follow.James Grayson, however, furrowed his forehead. He had never met this woman before, but her scent was familiar, like a blossom of lilac and va

"How did I even do that? I can't remember anything." Grace murmured and started pacing again and halted when she saw something in the room. It was a flowing luminous thread. She grabbed onto the threads and pulled them backwards," she added in absent tones. "What on earth is this?"James raised his brows. The woman was indeed shocked, she was seeing things."The... what?" He asked."This thread, it's freaky, it's floating in the air…" She fondled it and marvelled at its esoteric properties."Oh, I'm not seeing anything, but I guess you are seeing the thread of time.""Ah what?"He sighed... This was not what he anticipated. He didn't want to teach her again. Back to square one."You pulled us backwards in time by using the thread of Kali." James tried to wrap his brain around the mere thought.He’d never heard of anyone capable of moving through time. Perhaps a spell. Maybe, Kali? the goddesses of time, doomsday, and death, as well as the black goddess? Impossible.Gods and goddesses

"Mistress Leticia, wake up. Your mother is waiting."Grace blinked open her eyes. Muffled sunlight pushed into the bedroom—an unfamiliar chamber, she realized with uproar. Goodness, where the hell am I? She gasped as she looked at the grand chamber. Her cabin's tiny room was ordinary, with yellow-faded walls and cream carpet, the only furniture an unadorned old bed.However, now a lacy red canopy was swaddled overhead. To her right was an intricately carved oak imperial nightstand; a bejeweled crystal goblet sat on top. Beyond that, a plush, glittery red and golden carpet led to arched two-fold doors edging an ample, majestic closet bursting with a golden yellow of velvets, satins, and delicate silks.Her eyes widened.This wasn’t right.She jerked upright. Dizziness hit her—familiar, but not soothing, and she whined. "Are you all right, mistress?"She compelled herself to concentrate and focus. A girl stood beside her bed. A girl she had never encountered before. Asian-looking, with