Love doesn't heal. It haunts. Aya thought the worst thing in her life was the man watching her from the shadows. Until he took her. Until she realised the cage he locked her in might feel safer than the world she tried to escape to. Aeon is a monster dressed in patience-a predator with obsession in his veins and Aya in his sights. He's been watching, waiting, needing. And when he finally has her, he's not prepared to let go. Not when the world outside is crueler than anything he could ever do. Not when she runs straight into something worse. Now Aya's bruised, broken, and bleeding in more ways than one. And the man she ran from is the only one who can put her back together-whether she wants him to or not. But love built on fear is still love. And sometimes the only thing more dangerous than a captor... is the girl who survives him.

Sequel to Shattered --------------------------- A dark, psychological romance.

In the dark, he came for me. Haunted me. Stalked me. My eternal shadow, binding me in an unflinching embrace. Like a fool, I fell for the villain. Gave myself to him. Adored him. Dark promises whispered in my ear drew me deeper into his thrall, until I lost myself in him. Then, betrayal struck. The monster I'd come to love revealed the full force of his cruelty, shattering me into a thousand shards. Splintering my heart, creating fissures in my soul. Desperate, I ran-as far and fast as I could-only to fall into the hands of my villain's enemies. He might've broken me, but his adversaries destroyed me. Fractured my mind until I could barely discern reality from my darkest imaginings. I managed to escape, only for my villain to ensnare me once more. Now, as I seek vengeance on those who hurt me, my monster's determined to piece my broken parts back together, ensuring that every fragment of me is eternally entwined with him. Haunted Souls is a dark romance. Please check Foreword for a full list of content and trigger warnings.

She was mine long before she knew it. I had been raised in shadows, in a world where power was survival and choice was an illusion. But then there was her. She slipped into my life unexpectedly and defiantly, her eyes too bright for a town like this one. She was unafraid of what lay beneath the surface, thinking she could walk away and resist the pull. But every step she took only bound her tighter to me. She was delicate but stubborn, fierce enough to face what others ran from, even if she didn't fully see it yet. She was the only thing I had ever chosen. I would break anything to keep her, everything, even her illusions of freedom. Because in a world that offered no choices, she became my one certainty. I will carve that truth into the world, with blood, if I have to. R. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

I saw her long before she saw me. She didn't know then that her fate had already been sealed, that every step she took was drawing her closer to me. Closer to what she would become. There was something in her-something fragile, something wild. A fear she tried to hide, wrapped in defiance and confidence. It was intoxicating, watching her, knowing that no one else could see what I saw. No one else could feel the pull like I did. The slow, deliberate unraveling of her world as it would soon be tethered to mine. I felt my heart beat once, hard and fast. It was the only signal I needed. She would be mine-not in some fleeting, hollow way. No. I would strip away every shield, every defense, until she was laid bare, body and soul. And when she looked at me for the first time, I knew. She was already mine. A. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

I can't pinpoint the exact moment when I knew my fixation had turned into an obsession. All I knew was, I was never going to let her go. I might have taken her as collateral, to make sure her father did exactly what I wanted but things had changed. She was mine now.

Her siren ebony eyes sang to him a beautiful melody of fear so hypnotizing that he could not find it in himself to look away. For the first time, he felt his heartbeat drumming violently against his ribcage, a reaction to her call. He heard her song, and he was coming. With the corner of his lips curved into a smirk, he marched towards her; if drowning and burning into holy water was what it took to have her, he would swim right through it because she was his the moment he laid his eyes on her. ... Trigger warning‼️This story contains many graphic themes that touches sensitive topics, which some readers may find uncomfortable. ‼️AGAIN! THIS STORY CONTAINS MANY GRAPHIC REFERENCES, NO WARNING WILL BE GIVEN BEYOND THIS POINT.‼️

Antonio Rodriguez laid eyes on Clarina Morales and knew, she was the one. He watched over her from a far . Got to know all there was that concerned her. To his great pleasure, she landed right into his nest. Clarina let him take her to his house. Unaware of the dangerous consequence her decision would bring the next morning, and days to come. ... " you can scream louder than that."

His golden eyes stared down at my tear-filled eyes with an evil smile plastered on his face. He leaned down by my ears, and a shiver ran down my spine feeling his lips brushing against my ear lobe, "If I want to fuck you, then I will. You can't do shit to stop me. You're mine." My body shook as sobs racked through me because I knew his words were the truth.

Leslie Carson is haunted with the memories of the perverse Hatchet Killer that plagued her small town and the unexpected role she played in Arch Teller's subsequent imprisonment. Though years have gone by and hundreds of miles have deliberately been placed between Leslie and the town of Elk Point, a daunting retrial ending in Teller's release renders her world upended. With a dreaded but obligated return to Elk Point to bury her father and console her grief-stricken mother, Leslie is forced to confront her past as well as a dark, looming promise; a promise from her former childhood friend and suspected Hatchet Killer to ultimately ruin Leslie in every way he knows how, plunging her and the town of Elk Point into a sinister and suspenseful game of survival.