09 Jan 2021
His eyes darkened. There was a side of him you forgot sometimes. Lavish. Imperious. Emperor.
“I always get what I want.”
“So sorry to disappoint, but I’m not yours to have.” You shot back.
You’ve tripped into 19th century Paris in a house full of dead men, and Napoleon Bonaparte is the loveliest nightmare you can’t seem to wake up from.
- Part 1 of Pulse
13 Feb 2021
He's an asshole. You have a problem with assholes. A love story in a minor key.
- Part 2 of Pulse