Fantasy
Jadilica and Alyssa, that vampire power couple, had been shacked up for a century, their love hotter than a stake through the heart—eternal, unbreakable, the kind that laughs at time itself. But damn, enter Isabella, the clueless housekeeper, and shit hits the fan. Jealousy creeps in like a bad hangover, deceit slithers through the cracks, and their rock-solid bond starts to crumble. Isabella De Laa? Total innocent, tumbling headfirst into a mess of feelings she didn't see coming. Days tick by, and boom—Alyssa Bounty locks eyes with her, that forbidden spark igniting like dry tinder. Alyssa's ripped in two: her fierce love for Jadilica clashing hard against this fresh pull toward the mortal girl. She wrestles her urges, sweat and all, trying to make it add up. Meanwhile, Jadilica's lurking in the dark, her vamp ears tuned to every dirty thought, spotting the betrayal plain as moonlight. Her heart's shattering, piece by goddamn piece, but she plays it cool, stone-faced and silent. Here's the kicker: she steps up like a boss, sacrificing her own bliss so Alyssa can chase that quick hit of human heat. Lets her dive in, even as it rips Jadilica apart inside. But jealousy? That bitch builds fast. Pain chews her up, resolve cracks, and Jadilica snaps. In a blur of rage and heartbreak, she slams immortality on Isabella—turns the poor girl into a bloodsucker, cursed to wander shadows forever, alone as hell. Revenge tastes sweet at first, but the bill's brutal, love twisted black. Laughter dies out in their once-happy haunt, and Jadilica gets it: some cuts fester forever, some fuck-ups you can't forgive.
Jadilica and Alyssa, that vampire power couple, had been shacked up for a century, their love hotter than a stake through the heart—eternal, unbreakable, the kind that laughs at time itself. But damn, enter Isabella, the clueless housekeeper, and shit hits the fan. Jealousy creeps in like a bad hangover, deceit slithers through the cracks, and their rock-solid bond starts to crumble. Isabella De Laa? Total innocent, tumbling headfirst into a mess of feelings she didn't see coming. Days tick by, and boom—Alyssa Bounty locks eyes with her, that forbidden spark igniting like dry tinder. Alyssa's ripped in two: her fierce love for Jadilica clashing hard against this fresh pull toward the mortal girl. She wrestles her urges, sweat and all, trying to make it add up. Meanwhile, Jadilica's lurking in the dark, her vamp ears tuned to every dirty thought, spotting the betrayal plain as moonlight. Her heart's shattering, piece by goddamn piece, but she plays it cool, stone-faced and silent. Here's the kicker: she steps up like a boss, sacrificing her own bliss so Alyssa can chase that quick hit of human heat. Lets her dive in, even as it rips Jadilica apart inside. But jealousy? That bitch builds fast. Pain chews her up, resolve cracks, and Jadilica snaps. In a blur of rage and heartbreak, she slams immortality on Isabella—turns the poor girl into a bloodsucker, cursed to wander shadows forever, alone as hell. Revenge tastes sweet at first, but the bill's brutal, love twisted black. Laughter dies out in their once-happy haunt, and Jadilica gets it: some cuts fester forever, some fuck-ups you can't forgive.