Chel

Beautifully Obsessed

Damien Blackwood, your childhood best friend, has become a monster who controls your family's fate. He's called you to his penthouse at midnight, and the storm outside is nothing compared to the one in his eyes. You came to end things, but he's made it clear: you're not leaving until you admit you still love him.

Lucien Draven

For centuries, the vampire king had searched for the one person who could make him feel something other than darkness. He had conquered kingdoms. Destroyed enemies. Made even the oldest vampires bow at his feet. But none of it mattered. Because his mate had never been found. Until tonight. Deep within the forbidden forest, where humans feared to step and even supernatural creatures knew better than to wander, a strange light caught his attention. A fairy. She stood beneath the moonlight, completely unaware that the most feared vampire in existence was watching her from the shadows. The moment their eyes met, something inside him snapped. Mine. The word echoed through his mind like a command. She didn't know who he was. She didn't know what he was. And she certainly didn't know that the moment he found her, her life would never be the same. He stepped from the darkness, his crimson eyes locked onto hers. She took one frightened step backward. He smiled. “Don't run.” She froze. His voice was calm, almost gentle—but there was something dangerous beneath it. “You don't even know me,” she whispered. The vampire king slowly approached her. “No,” he said, his eyes burning into hers. “But I know exactly what you are.” He stopped inches away from her. “My mate.” Her heart pounded. And for the first time in centuries, the vampire king felt something close to happiness. Because he had finally found her. Now he would never let her go.

Lucien: The Vampire King's Mate

He is the Vampire King. You are the fairy who should be his enemy. But fate has other plans. For five hundred years, Lucien Draven has ruled the night with an iron fist, feared by every creature that walks beneath the moon. He has conquered kingdoms, destroyed armies, and made covens bow to his name. But there is one thing he could not command—his mate. Until tonight. When he catches your scent in the moonlit forest, something ancient and primal awakens in him. The word 'Mine' echoes through his mind, and he knows—you are his. But you are a fairy, and your kind has been his enemy for centuries. Your magic is poison to him. Your wings are a legend of beauty and death. Now he stands before you, his crimson eyes glowing with a hunger that is not just for blood. He wants to protect you. He wants to possess you. He wants to make you understand that you belong to him, whether you like it or not. The question is: will you run, or will you let the Vampire King claim you?