A woman lives alone in a haunted house with a tragic past—but it’s the man who watches her from outside every night that terrifies and thrills her most. As lightning flashes and shadows deepen, fear and forbidden desire blur. Is he just a stalker… or something far more dangerous? Something tells her the worst is yet to come.
That’s the good thing about being a writer, I suppose. I’ve built and crafted so many imaginary personalities that it doesn’t take much to figure out the ones in real life. Francesca, here, has no patience and doesn’t tolerate insolence, laziness, or weakness. She exudes strength, and that’s what she expects in return. Not to…
You need to be at full strength, I soothe myself. I’m sure there is plenty I should be doing regardless of my physical state. Learning patterns, listening for anything that could help me, but I’m too fucking tired, and my body is steadily shutting down anyway. He shrugs, a strange glimmer sparkling in his dark…
When I round the corner, I stop short. Daya is tied to a chair, tipped over on the side, with her arms trapped uncomfortably beneath her weight. She’s screaming through the tape stuck to her mouth, death radiating in her glare. When she spots me, her eyes widen, and then she starts wriggling fiercely as…
Doesn’t help that he played a massive role in getting my girl kidnapped. And that… that is just unforgivable. Un-survivable. Luke swallows, yet words fail him for several moments. “It wasn’t personal,” he croaks. “I was only doing what Max told me to.” “Max told you to stick your dick inside me?” Daya counters, her…
Chest pumping, I dig harder, bright red bubbling from where the glass slices into my skin. When I’m done, I drop the shard, my entire body vibrating. I failed Addie. And I’ll never let myself forget it. Not with the rose now carved over my heart. Blood coats the bottom of my boots, leaving a…
He shakes his head, breathing fire. “You sent me the video of you decapitating my father on Friday. On the video, you said, ‘This is for Adeline Reilly.’” Fire fills my veins, every single one in my body protruding. “Was it my voice?” “Wha-I don’t know, man! I don’t have a goddamn recording of your…
If I’m being honest, I can hardly think straight with every organ in my body seized by the constant agony with her being gone. “Where is Daya?” Max laughs, the sound wet and humorless. “Last I heard, bro, Luke still has her. Reliving his-his favorite memory with her probably.” Fuck. Looks like Max is going…
But I imagine the shit that happens in this house is full of horrors much worse than that purple dog ever experienced. Adrenaline and fear swirl in my stomach, and although there is a heavy weight low in my gut, it’s not the warm heady feeling I’m used to. This is dread. It spikes higher…
But then a smile forms on my face with the reminder that Zade is coming, and he is more than capable of finding me, whether they’re transporting me in a fucking Ferrari or a Volkswagen from the 1980s that farts pollution every time they hit the gas. He’ll find me. It’s right then, a memory…
The bone-chilling cold that penetrated the fog worsens as his hand grabs onto mine and pulls me forward. I yelp in response, the aches in my body have increasingly gotten worse. It feels like a hot poker is being stabbed into every one of my nerve endings. “I know it hurts, sweetheart, but we have…