C. Henderson

On it! I've just been doing some rewrites on the chapters, but will post soon. Thank you for still keeping up with it.

On it! I've just been doing some rewrites on the chapters, but will post soon. Thank you for still keeping up with it.

“I thought you had things under control, Arani?” the impeccably dressed vampire said, with the unmistakable hint of irritation permeating his voice. “I do. Everything IS under control,” she replied, staring back at him in defiance, her dark eyes ablaze with indignity. “Really?” he replied, his tone now dripping with sarcasm. “Awakened Carandini’s running rampant among us, an intrusion into the PL headquarters right under your nose, and a missing Special riddled with silver bullets… tha

😄 Indeed they probably do

I'm doing good, I actually got a promotion at work and * surprise surprise * it came with MORE work, so been strapped for time. But I am trying to carve out more writing/editing time.

I know, I apologize for the delay 🤦🏻‍♂️

Thanks again @astone2292 These are always fun to do 🙌🏼 I'll be back with new chapters soon.

The dark-haired vampire took in the unassuming house in front of him for a moment. It was a simple three-bedroom chalet-style vacation home with vaulted ceilings and a clear view of the lake. Not exactly the usual type of dwelling for a member of his species, but he knew its previous owner had a peculiar taste, so the sight of it didn’t completely shock him. There was a certain charm to it, he thought. It had history – memories etched inside of its wooden walls. It wasn’t a cold tomb of mar

Let me get on that 😁

Haha, that is commitment! Thank you. Coming soon #fingerscrossed

Thank you, and I appreciate your patience with Sacrum. Should have the next chapter up soon. Life's been hectic.

My apologies, life has been hectic lately! I will return very soon.

Kat always thought doing the right thing came naturally to good people. You know what the right thing is, if you’re a good person then you feel it in your bones. You don’t have to think about it, it’s obvious, it’s instinctual. But months after she turned Jack Miller in for the homicide of his son, Paul Miller, she still didn’t know if she had done the right thing. It didn’t feel right. Doing the right thing should be clear and straightforward, so why was she drowning in guilt and doubt over her

Thirty-six push-ups and he was completely out of breath. Jack winced as he flopped on his back and cursed Father Time. He didn’t care about getting old, but he wished he could have kept his stamina and strength until his last breath, that way he could at least stay productive for society and not be a burden. That way he wouldn’t end up just some useless invisible old man who needed help with the door. The thought was horrific. Retirement was not friendly to Jack Miller. While some people mi

David couldn’t believe it. All those years, all this time, and finally he had found the answer in a drabby place full of alcoholics and addicts, whom he now belonged to. The irony of it all was that he had stopped looking. And now, mystery solved. It was his friend. It was the young kid who he enjoyed eating glazed donuts with and cracking dumb jokes. It was the kid whose life he saved just the other day. The anger built within him like a crescendo, and when he saw Andy walk out he grabbed him b