“What do you want?”, I repeat, my voice now showing the panic I feel. The handsome man changes his posture and leans back on the chair to sit more comfortably. “Be my soulmate. Even if it’s fake”, he proposes. “I need to get rid of the pressure of finding a wife.” “If I say yes, I’d have to pretend that I love you until any of us dies, so no, thank you.” “No. It would end when I finish college. After that, I’ll leave the country and I’ll make sure to send your way anything you need to prove that we’re still together”, he reassures calmly. “I promise there will be no scandals of any sort. Plus, I can give you money, jewelry, clothes or even sex in exchange. I clear my throat when hearing his offer. “Excuse me?” He chuckles. “Come on, you have nothing to lose. After all, I don’t think we’ll ever meet our soulmates.” “I-I’ll think about it.” ༺ ♡ ༻ In this world, everyone has a timer on their forearm. It indicates the exact moment when we’ll meet our soulmates. Unfortunately for Natalie Clarke, she didn’t find her true love when her timer ran out. Feeling devastated, she decided to cover up her timer with the tattoo of a dragon. She has tried to convince herself that love isn’t important, and that it doesn’t matter what she does, she’ll never find her soulmate. Little does she know that there’s a man with a similar past who is willing to give up on everything just to find true love. When he proposes to be her fake soulmate, will Natalie accept? Or will she finally understand that she isn’t meant to find love?

“You know it’s better off this way.” “No. I don’t care what you are. I want you, and no one else.” “Please, Graham. We cannot be together anymore. Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.” “You are making it difficult. I’ve told you time and time again that I don’t care about the dangers of being with you.” “That’s because you still don’t understand what I’m capable of”, the red-haired man says with gritted teeth, his patience running out fast. “You haven’t hurt me yet, and I don’t think you can.” Aiden scoffs. “I shouldn’t have come here.” “But you are here, and we can try to make this work.” The vampire can feel how he starts losing track of the heartbeat that kept him at ease. Thus, he decides it’s better to flee before his instinct takes over his consciousness. Graham’s hurtful gaze triggers hesitation, nonetheless. Aiden is aware that the only way he can carry on with his life is to stay away. And he soon figures out that there’s no better way to keep your distance than being dead. “This won’t work. Do you want to know why?” Millers asks with spite as the color of his irises intensifies. Instead of being afraid by the change in his voice, Larson seems to be in a trance. “Why?” He asks almost unconsciously, letting Aiden’s voice hypnotize him entirely. “Because I don't belong to your world anymore.” ♒︎ ♡ ♒︎ Graham Larson is the successful heir of one of the biggest companies in the country. He has never found true love until one drunken night he meets the chef Aiden Millers. Ever since the moment their eyes meet, a sparkle ignites inside them. And when they first kiss, Graham becomes addicted to the taste of Aiden's soft lips. Unfortunately for them, there are more than just one obstacle in their relationship. Graham's parents want him to marry a successful entrepeneur for the sake of the company. On top of that, Aiden has a very dark secret that could put everyone involved in danger: he is a vampire killer. When Graham is forced to either leave the family company or forget about his forbidden relationship, will their love be strong enough to keep them together? Or will Larson give up on his addiction for the chef? And what if it is Aiden's past what will come to haunt them? Can they keep each other alive when numerous vampires want them dead?

[Sequel to "Don't forget"] Although Eric Ashby is known for forgetting a lot of things, he’s kept the memory of his first love alive. When destiny guides him back to the city that saw him grow as a person, he is forced to deal with the ghosts of his past along with a few more trials that will keep testing the bond he once had with Noah Hansen. This time, however, every decision he makes can either create moments worth remembering or destroy the few reminiscences that would make his heart feel whole. Will he be capable of giving his life to save a heart he continues breaking with time?

« I could help you with math. Meet me at the library after gym next Monday. » I read the note again. The handwriting is one I’ve never seen before and there’s no information about the sender. Thus, I decide to crumble the paper and save it in one of my pockets just to get rid of it later. There’s no way I’m secretly meeting a stranger just for a couple extra decimals. That would only fill my brain with unnecessary information I will never erase due to the condition I have; hyperthymesia. But what if that decision alone could help me deal with the memories that my hurtful past has left me with? What if I’m just depriving myself from finding peace? I mean: if there was a small possibility of finding happiness amid tragedy, would you take a chance?

The yelling of the crowd could be heard weakly through my headphones. The screen in front of me displayed the enemy team as the absolute winners before changing to the scoreboard. I looked down at my left hand, stretching my fingers to make sure they were still working properly. That scene of me losing the tournament haunts me until today. Not only because I felt like I had the victory, but also because what caused the loss seems to be present in every competitive game. I don't know what it is, but there is a delay between the movements of the characters I play and my own. This has made me play roles that are completely new for me. After trying everything that is in my hands, I am starting to believe that I am not good enough to play professionally anymore. Fortunately, I have my teammates support, who will give me a last chance to prove that I have the required skills to win a national tournament. Will I find out if the cause of our losses was something out of my hands? Or will I turn out to be the failure everyone expects me to be?

The rain is pouring hard, each drop makes their bodies cold yet their souls remain warm when looking in each other's eyes. Some mild lights and the moon are the only things that light the scene. But it's enough for Mark to see some perfect features of his angel's face. Angel… He wasn't mistaken when choosing the nickname and that's exactly what makes his heart beat faster with anxiety. His knees tremble because he wants to run away, but those angelic blue eyes just pull him closer until he's trapped between two skinny yet firm arms. It's until now that he determines how much it worths to risk it all for the man in front of him. The pain and loneliness, it all pays off with a second next to him. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ When does love begin? Is it when you discover that you desire the other’s body more than anything else? Or is it when seeing their smile is more valuable than a simple touch? Corey Wallcox is desperate to find love, which leads him to look for it in the darkest of places. That’s when he meets Mark Terell and his life changes forever. Unfortunately for them, past fears and experiences will continuously pull them apart. Will they be able to find out the definition of love? Or will they discover that its just a feeling of need every desperate soul searches through countless days without having any success?