Dance With The Devil
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Ongoing, First published Oct 31, 2020
'Be good to him and he'll be good to you' the old man's words echoed in her mind, mocking her. 

He emerged from the darkness like a nightmare, like a demon set free. He had been there all along playing with her mind and her sanity. 

If you want to survive hell, you have to dance with the devil.
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PSYCHOPATH IN LOVE

10 parts Ongoing Mature

This is no ordinary love story- it's a tale of two psychopaths whose desires know no boundaries. Maddie always gets what she wants, but when she falls for a guy who's fixated on someone else, the lines between love and madness blur. How far will they go to possess there twisted obsession? Find out in PSYCHOPATH IN LOVE- where sanity is just a state of mind. A psychological thriller romance that delves into the twisted and dangerous world of obsession. *** *** The guy I loved so dearly has rejected me. "You're insane. This isn't love," he retorted, but I was lost in the darkness of his eyes, eyes that promised danger. "I want Ivy-" I stepped closer, trying to assert control. "I'm the best for you. I know every detail of your life. I know what you eat, drink, how you sleep, your every thought. I know you better than you know yourself-" He suddenly grabbed my wrist, pulling me so close I could feel his breath on my neck. His voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "You think you know me? You think you can control me?" A shiver ran down my spine as his grip tightened. "You're not that special," he continued, his eyes burning into mine. I leaned in, our faces inches apart. "In a month, you'll be mine. Mark my words." His laughter echoed through the room. "We'll see SHORTCAKE."