"You are mine," He murmured across my skin. He inhaled my scent deeply and kissed the mark he gave me. I shuddered as he lightly nipped it. "Danny, you are mine and only mine, you understand?" Daniella Saunders had a pretty rough life. After being heartbroken and betrayed by both her father and her boyfriend, Danny moves to a small town to find the comfort of her mother. Everything is not what it seems and soon, Danny finds herself in the middle of a world she didn't even knew existed outside of fiction novels and movies. Not only does the town seem bizarre, but her senses heighten, her temper is out of control, and her hunger amplify. Throw in an arrogant, selfish, sexy, possessive player who didn't even want her in the first place, her life just seamlessly attract madness. Especially with those creepy threats coming from a "Silver Bullet", she can't keep still.

It's a tale about a man. Yeah, as simple as that. As The same man we all are, ain't we? We all get bored with life, and at some point we all picture ourselves with a cigar tangling from our still-not-black lips, smoke whirling in the dead of lonely nights, memory reboot playing in the neon light of a dystopian universe; like it's the coolest thing on planet. Then hopelessly point our proud finger towards the 'GREAT ONE', the one who is out there, maybe up there, somewhere, measuring the parameters of our 'SINS'. Yep; We just smirk at the sky mockingly and say 'O Father, I've Sinned!!' We all talk with mirror, don't we. Then I think you'll be relating yourselves with 'Adam', I call him a 'lost soul', 'cause he lost his way long ago; haven't we all?... sometimes?... somewhere...? in some forgotten twilight and violet shadows...?