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.
For several beats, we just stare at one another, suspended in time. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the couch. I can barely hear past the thrum of my pulse, and my vision tunnels, on the verge of blacking out from the fear.…
“What?” “There’s an old train system that used to operate in transporting girls near Grants Pass. It says it’s still active, even though this railroad line has been closed for decades.” He goes onto Google Maps and tags the coordinates of the railroad, and then zooms in until it shows us a 3D view of…
Last night, I managed to hack into a few of the satellites. The government likes to tell people that satellites aren’t interested in your house, but that doesn’t mean they don’t intermittently take images. Jay’s flipping through them now, but he hasn’t seen any sightings of Addie. “What?” “I sent a drone over the house,”…
“Maybe she would love you if you didn’t act like a fucking psycho bitch,” I clip, growing angry. She begins to circle the bed toward me, and I realize belatedly that I’m cornered. “I’m telling Francesca about your plans,” she says, ignoring my jab. “What plans?” I ask, playing stupid and hoping she doesn’t actually…
“Francesca has informed me that a very high-profile buyer has set his eyes on you. So, in order to keep you hidden, we will be conducting a direct sale.” My mouth parts, and I’m honestly unsure of how to feel. A direct sale will give them plenty of opportunity to conceal me, but I’ve never…
These auctions are luxurious. The bidding area is one massive pinwheel made up of fifteen glass cubicles surrounding a small stage in the center, providing each bidder with privacy while they fight over stolen women. The glass is heavily tinted, allowing bidders to see the stage clearly, while still keeping us hidden from those looking…
Blindly, his hand reaches behind him, searching desperately for the door handle as I approach him. As quick as a whip, my hands grip him by his throat, cutting off his shout. I lift him to my height level while he kicks and claws for me to release him, and I stare into his dilated…
He loudly protests but it’s no match for the wails of agony that tear from his throat when I throw the match onto him, his body engulfed in flames within seconds. Once more, I make my way into each of the rooms and set every single one of them aflame. Just as the last body…
Funny, I feel the opposite. I’ll never have enough on mine. Chapter 20 The Diamond Present “Shit,” Rio mutters after Francesca leaves, his movements quickening. My brows plunge, and my heart picks up speed from his obvious concern. “Claire?” Who’s Claire?” He glances at me, and I watch him visibly shut down, like pulling a…
“What do you care?” I grouse, training my eyes on the wall. He grabs a few paper towels and lightly pads the wounds on my back, soaking up the blood. They just started to scab over from the last time. Turns out, Francesca didn’t need to be worried about my scars from the car accident.…