Between Me And The End
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I thought buying a new house would be the start of a peaceful life. But what I found within those walls was far from peace it was the beginning of a nightmare. The house held a curse, one that slowly unraveled my sanity and stole everything I loved... including my best friend.
But amidst the darkness, he appeared mysterious, dangerous, and hauntingly beautiful. He knew the secrets this house kept, because he was one of them. And the more I fell for him, the deeper I sank into a love that might just destroy me.
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I always make plans whenever I hunt. Clean, perfect. No loose ends. But this time... she got away. The only one who ever did. And somehow, I'm not even mad. She's different-there's something about her that gets under my skin in the most annoying, addictive way.
The first time I saw her, she was just standing there, right in front of my old mansion like she belonged. And damn-she was beautiful. Not the kind of pretty that fades. The kind that makes you want to destroy it just to see what's underneath.
I wanted to break her. Bleed her. Make that perfect face full of blood, but she ran. And now? Now I'm going to turn her world upside down.
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