Possessivedemon Stories

The Guest Under My Bed A dark fantasy romance I always thought nightmares couldn't hurt me. Until mine whispered my name. He's lived under my bed since I was six-scratching, watching, waiting. I drew him once. Just once. A monster with claws, silver eyes, and a mouth made for sin. I thought I was in control. I turned him beautiful. I made him mine. But now he's real. And he says I belong to him. He's not just a shadow. Not just a dream.