Tatjana & Bleddyn

Breanna Toutloff contributed to this story

Chapter One

Bleddyn was working on another piece of art for his gallery when his butler came in “I’m sorry sir but that man who has been calling is now at the door, even more persistent than he is on the phone” Bleddyn chuckled “I guess I’ll see him. I admire someone this passionate” read more

Dakota & Rais 2

Chapter One

“Would you stop staring, it’s distracting.” Dakota said as he looked through the viewfinder of his camera.

“But I’m not even touching you, love, I’m merely admiring you as you work.”

“Maybe you should stop coming out with me.”

“I don’t think so, I enjoy it too much and you must admit you love having me here too.” read more

Distorted Time

Original Concept by Breanna Toutloff, co written by Breanna Toutloff

She scratched fervently and clawed painfully at the old wooden wall, trying desperately to find any way to break through. Her once beautiful face was stiff from the blood and tears that stained it. Her eye swollen shut from the blow she had received. She screamed as loudly as she could, it was mixed with fear and desperation. The festering wound on her leg was steadily getting worse, she feared an infection was rotting away the flesh that surrounded it. Her manicured fingernails we ripped open and broken, bleeding, from scratching at the aging wood, trying to escape and find the freedom that she so desperately craved. The stench from the piss and vomit swallowed her and it was all she could smell. She feared the only other person with her wasn’t even alive anymore. The stranger stopped moving hours ago and she didn’t know if he slept or was decomposing right next to her. Her throat hoarse from the cries and constant screaming. She wanted to give up, no one could hear here but her fight or flight told her she needed to escape before he came back, whoever he was. This monster that had taken her from her perfect life. She hadn’t even seen his face, he kept it hidden behind a grotesque filthy mask. He never spoke but his breathing was heavy as he struggled to tie her down. She prayed he wouldn’t rape her and take away her innocence but why else would he have left her alive? She couldn’t give up, she had to keep trying.
“Somebody! Pleeeaasseee help me!” she screamed, not expecting anyone to respond. read more

Reuben & Akari 2

Chapter One

Akari was sitting at her kitchen table with a large cup of coffee as she contemplated what could be going on with her son Derwin. He was acting strange lately but she didn’t know what to do. He was a teenager now, if he was younger, even her daughters age she might demand he tell her but she remembered being a teen. Akari knew it was important to them they felt like adults and he certainly deserved his privacy. He had always been such a good kid. She never got called to school, he never stayed out past curfew, he hadn’t raised his voice to her since he was a toddler or anything of the sort. She loved being a parent and normally felt it was easy now that her kids were so grown but moments like these it felt impossible to decide what to do. read more

Faye & Uther 2

Chapter One

“Can I say this kind of hurts my brain?” Lewis said as he walked next to Uther. “I mean really hurts.”

Uther chuckled. “That’s why she’s taking us to another world, to show you.”

“I’m sorry if it all sounds a bit insane.” Faye added. “It’s just you’re his friend and he didn’t want to be dishonest.” read more

Antigone & Paruush 3

Chapter One

Antigone was out with a few of her relatives, a girls day one of her cousins had put together. On top of that their older son, Kiral was away at a summer camp he had begged them to go to. Antigone had struggled the first few days of it, not used to not having one of her babies with her but she seemed fine now, just happy her son was off and having fun. They had recently had another baby boy but he was still breastfeeding so even though it was a girls day they had one little male guest. However, Paruush was sure the other women loved it. That left Paruush completely alone. He couldn’t stand the house without his family in it so he took his guitar and the sheets of paper he used to write his own music, deciding to go sit somewhere on their vast property. He hadn’t left knowing what sort of music he’d be writing today but he hoped the nature around him would inspire something. read more

Leto & Ethan 2

Chapter One

“Excuse me, are you Ethan Kincaid?” The voice startled Ethan and had him spinning around and putting himself between Leto and the stranger.

“Who are you?” He asked and the man held up his hands to show Ethan he wasn’t armed nor was he looking for a fight.

“I have a message for you.” read more

Nigel & Vina 6

Chapter One

Cadoc was laying in a beautiful field of flowers when he felt someone grab his shirt and lift him into the air “what the” he began to say angrily but then he saw who had him, he was looking into Mered’s eyes, the father of the woman he was crazy over. Even if he wasn’t he was an intimidating demon ‘Do you have feelings for Tahairah or not you little punk” read more

Mazie & Cayne

Chapter One

Mazie and Cayne woke to the sound of their son crying hysterically. They bolted out of bed, afraid he had hurt himself. They found him in the living room, holding a large knife from the kitchen. Their couch was destroyed, cut up by the blade their son held in his hand “You drop that knife right now Leopold!” Cayne went from afraid to furious. Their son had been acting up a lot lately and he was sick of it. “Cayne please don’t yell at him” read more

Lachlan, Teague, & Kennedy

Chapter One

Kennedy sat in the alley, the hunger beat through him, pounded like a drum, causing tremor after tremor to run through him as he forced himself to stay put in the dark corner of the alley. The urge to feed whispered to him like a siren, tempting him to the pedestrians, to the sound of their hearts and the rush of blood just beneath the surface of their warm skin. He whimpered, fists clenching as he felt his canines lengthen. He didn’t want this, didn’t know what he had done to deserve this curse. He remembered the attack, the feel of being hit from behind, the fingers bunching in his hair and wrenching his head back, the sharp pain blossoming at his throat. No one had cared for the strangled cries of one young man, no one had come to save him as he slipped into the terrifying abyss of nothingness. Then he had woke face down, cold cement beneath his cheek, rain soaking into his clothes, the taste of blood on his tongue. read more