The Hollow One

The Hollow One

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Disclaimer: This is my first story so please, be honest. If you like my writing style I'll do more...who am I kidding, even if you don't like it I'll still be writing. Why, you ask?Simply put, I love it ! I'm just now getting to a place in my life where I am comfortable sharing my stories 🙃! In a house that twists and breathes, seventeen-year-old Nia is trapped in a nightmare she can't escape. Shadows crawl, whispers gnaw at her mind, and a centuries-old demon named Asheroth claims her bloodline as his own. As Nia uncovers the horrifying fate of the hollowed girls who came before her, she must confront a darkness that feeds on flesh, fear, and family. With every heartbeat, the house tightens its grip, and the line between life and possession blurs. Will Nia fight for survival, or become another hollowed soul in the demon's endless feast?
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[BUNDLE] BOOK 1: There's a reason buried things should always stay buried. For better or for worse. To have and to hold a demon for eternity. She says demons haunt the night, inflecting everything in their path. But where I come from demons don't just lurk around the shadows. They breed in your head. Feasting on your soul until you cease to exist. And, mine just woke up infested in wicked lies. Till death do us apart, little soul. BOOK 2: Girls like them are expected to dance to the tune of evil. To smile with the taste of souls in their veins and vengeance in their hearts. To feed the ghosts and the monsters within them. Discarded by the world and hidden in a maze of twisted creatures, I'm barely holding into my sanity, trapped between the past and the present. Between good and evil. Until one day I no longer recognize myself or them. He says he can see beyond the evil that I am. But it's not him that my madness prevails for or HIM. Because I'm starting to hear their tune, dancing to destruction and chaos. BOOK 3: There's a reason buried things should always stay buried. Like my mistakes. Your past. Now the grave is open and corpses are crawling out. Corpses inflicted with lies and betrayals. Corpses that you pull the strings of, corpses that even Hell is afraid to take. You see, little soul, you think that makes you the monster in our story. But you forgot me. You forgot my promise. Our story might have ended with till death do us apart. But even death has a shadow to lose.

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