The Tree That Almost Fit Author’s Note: This is one of five Christmas short stories featuring Bella and Jasper. Each story is a standalone piece that may or may not connect to the others. They are meant to be enjoyed as individual holiday moments. Thank you for reading!
Continue reading →Hollow Moon Manor Some houses shelter their families.Hollow Moon Manor remembers them. When twenty-one-year-old Skye Holloway unexpectedly inherits a centuries-old manor on the coast of Maine, she believes she’s stepping into a forgotten chapter of her mother’s past. Instead, she steps into a legacy shaped by blood, betrayal, and a curse born three hundred years ago. The manor awakens the moment she crosses its threshold.Shadows whisper. Walls shift. Portraits seem to watch her breathe. And waiting inside is the one man she never thought she’d meet—her father—a beautifully dangerous stranger who isn’t human at all. As Skye unravels the true … Continue reading →
Bella squinted through the rain-lashed windshield. There was something in the road. Something tall and dark and absolutely not supposed to be there.
She slammed on the brakes.
The figure didn’t move. Just stood there, rain streaming down what she now realized was a tuxedo. A very expensive, very wet tuxedo.
She rolled down her window. “Are you okay?”
The stranger turned. Golden eyes met hers, filled with more pain than she’d ever seen.
“No,” he said quietly. “But I’m hoping to be.”
Best decision she ever made, hitting that brake.
Every Legacy Begins in Blood. Every Legacy Begins in Blood. Montana Territory, 1850.John Stone carves Stone Ranch out of the wilderness with his wife, Sarah, and their young son, Elliot, at his side. The land is brutal — storms that tear their camp apart, wolves bold enough to challenge them in the night, winters that nearly starve them. But the Stones refuse to break. They build, they bleed, and they endure. Yet there is something ancient in the valley.Something watching. As Elliot grows, the land marks him in ways no one can explain. He survives wounds that should have killed … Continue reading →
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Continue reading →Why My Vampires Are the Way They Are 🧛♂️ (Based on my personal Vampire Rules) My Vampire Rules 👄Vampires appear in legends all over the world, yet every universe shapes them differently. Some burn in sunlight. Some turn into bats. Some avoid mirrors. Some sparkle.Mine don’t.In my Wind Woman universe, vampires follow their own distinct lore. These rules are built to support the stories I tell: emotional, character-driven supernatural romances with modern accessibility and gothic edges.This will explain exactly what sets Wind Woman vampires apart and why they behave the way they do. They can get drunk. 🍸It takes much … Continue reading →
Bella knelt beside the Christmas tree and opened the brown paper parcel. Inside sat a wooden box sealed with a wax star. When she lifted the lid, twenty-five small envelopes lay nestled inside, each marked in elegant script: December 1… December 25.She unfolded the first letter, and her breath caught at the familiar handwriting. “You once believed you were unworthy of love. You were wrong. “It was signed with a single letter: J.A pressed snowdrop flower fell into her palm, delicate and impossible. After four years of silence, Jasper Whitlock had found his way back.
Continue reading →A gothic mystery by Devae Hickman Some rooms never empty. Some ghosts never check out. When Lila Merren’s truck breaks down in the desert, she stumbles upon a faded turquoise relic called the Moonlight Motel — a place she’s seen for years in her dreams but never believed was real.The neon sign hums like a heartbeat, the pool is filled with desert sand, and behind the desk waits Elias Vale, a man with silver eyes and a kindness that feels centuries old. Each night, the motel shifts a little closer to the impossible: humming walls, vanishing footprints, and a lullaby … Continue reading →
