His Name Is Kenai: Now I Own You, Little Sister
TRIGGER WARNING!!!
YOUR MORALS WILL NOT SURVIVE THIS BOOK!!!
This story contains themes of obsession, possessiveness, stalking, emotional manip-ulation, and psychological control. It is unapologetically intense and unsettling in all the right (and wrong) ways.
Be guided.
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Eight years ago, Shannon watched her stepbrother get handcuffed and taken to jail for a crime she committed.
He took the fall for it without hesitation. Not because he was noble. God, no. But because obsession looks a lot like love when you're seventeen and scared.
After that night, she never went to visit him in prison, nor did she reply to any of his letters.
She buried him with the past and went on to live a peaceful life without him.
But the past never forgets.
Eight years later, when she was living a simple, peaceful life, had a decent job and a husband who loved her deeply, Shannon's past came knocking at her door.
Strange things start happening... Doors left open. Favorite things mysteriously re-placed. Eyes she can't see but feels always watching her.
Everyone says she's paranoid. Everyone says He is still in jail.
No one believes her when she says she had a STALKER.
Her judgment is already upon her because, now, HE is out of prison. And the first place he goes is her doorstep, because he says she owes him her life. And he's come to collect what's his.
How far can Shannon run from a man who never stopped loving her in the most ter-rifying way?
A man who'd kill anyone, even her husband, just to make her his?
HIS NAME IS KENAI... The Stalker You Never Want To Have.
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If you enjoy slow-burn stalker dynamics and morally gray characters, this one's for you.
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Chapter: Chapter 6SHANNON.My knees gave way so suddenly that I didn’t even feel them buckle.Thank God, George was there to catch me before I hit the floor.“Hey... hey, honey! Are you okay?” His voice was full of raw panic.The whole place was tilting violently, like I was on a ride that just launched straight into hell. And I suddenly felt like emptying my bowels.My heart began to race so fast that I thought it would explode from being overworked.George steadied me, his worried gaze raking over me. "Baby?"“Uh… Y-Yes,” I stammered. I forced a swallow down the lump in my throat. “Just… the shoes. I think they’re too tight.”It was the worst lie I’d ever told, and even I didn’t believe myself.George nodded, like he wanted to believe me so bad. “Do you need to sit?” He was already looking around for the next empty seat."No. No. I..." I scanned the sea of people, looking for Valerie, but she was nowhere to be found. "Excuse me. I need to find Valerie."He heaved a sigh of relief when he thought I wa
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Chapter: Chapter 5SHANNON.A deliveryman stood there in a red and black jacket, holding a wide, elegant box wrapped in matte black paper with a deep red ribbon tied at the center.My brows furrowed. “Delivery for Shannon Wallace,” he said without much expression, handing me a tablet to sign.I hesitated. “Uh… who sent this?”He shrugged, already turning back to his van like his job was done. “It’s paid for. Signature, please.”With hesitation, I signed, still staring at the box like it might bite me.I shut the door and carried the box inside carefully, my heart already beginning to pound. This wasn’t a birthday. It wasn’t an anniversary. It wasn’t Valentine’s Day.So who the hell was sending me gifts?I carried the box to the living room and placed it on the center table. I sat in front of it, staring for a long second.It looked… expensive. And it also had no sender on it.I finally pulled at the ribbon, slowly, like I was defusing a bomb.The lid came off with a soft sigh of air, and immediately I w
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Chapter: Chapter 4SHANNON."Talk to me, baby," George urged in anticipation."I've been made the personal assistant to the new faceless boss!" I said, my anger already rising. "I'm no longer the head of the marketing team, George!""What the fuck?" George almost screamed."I've worked four damn years building that marketing unit from scratch. I trained half that team. I wrote every single pitch they now use like gospel. And now they want to make me some personal assistant?"I slammed my palm on the countertop, more tears streaming down my cheeks. The whole universe was obviously against me and my family. I knew it!"Who the fuck was this new boss anyway?" George shot up from his seat, "Who just wakes up one morning and decides to gut a whole department and handpick people like they're playing with toys?"I let out a bitter laugh, wrapping my arms across my chest, "Oh, he'd better not be some smug, arrogant prick with a God complex, George. Because I swear to God, if he looks at me the wrong way..." I d
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Chapter: Chapter 3SHANNON."I swear, Valerie, this wasn't a dream. It felt so real," I said, rubbing my forehead with one hand while gulping down the glass of milk I'd just poured myself. My stomach still felt like it was tied in knots."Shan... Have you been taking your medication? This might all be stress."There she went again, lecturing like always. Anytime I told her something remotely terrifying, she blamed stress or hormones or my sleep schedule. Never once did she stop to actually listen.But this wasn't some silly paranoia.And there was no way in hell I was going to tell George about what happened last night, or about Kenai. He didn't even know I had a stepbrother, let alone that he'd spent the last eight years in prison.The moment Kenai was arrested, I shut that chapter of my life and buried it for good reason.I knew he took the fall for me.Yes, I killed someone by accident, but things were way deeper than him just taking the fall for me.Kenai was a torment to me. He was terrifying. He w
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Chapter: Chapter 2KENAI.I remember that night as if it were this morning.Shanon's wide, terrified blue eyes. Her shaking fingers. The stupid little short she loved to wear that barely covered her ass. One of those cropped shirts she always wore that were always too tight, hugging breasts that were growing too fast for her to notice.But I noticed.Hell, I did.She was so young and she was already dressing like she wanted to be punished.And above all, that night, there was blood on her hands. Real, warm, sticky blood.She was crying, shaking, and mumbling something about how it was an accident.I took her hands in mine, washed the blood off, smeared it onto my own shirt, and told her to run and never look back.She actually listened, because she never looked back for eight fucking years.Shannon was my undoing.I ended up going to jail for a woman who never replied to any of my letters.72... Seventy two letters, I wrote her in total...I told her about my cell. About the fights. The way my cell stan
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Chapter: Chapter 1SHANNON.It was already past midnight when I felt the usual airless, skin-pickling shift in atmosphere that made every hair on my body rise as though the air itself had teeth.I tried to ignore it. God knows I tried. But some instincts never lie, and mine was screaming.That sensation always felt like I was being hunted in the dark.I flicked on the lights, one by one… Bedroom. Bathroom. Hallway. Anything to chase away the fear that was eating me away. This was my usual routine whenever it started, even when I knew I'd still see nothing. And just as I predicted... Nothing.The room looked normal.But it didn't feel normal.George was out of town again.Ever since the company was sold to that new mystery owner, he'd barely been home.Our new employer seemed to have a personal hobby of sending George out for last-minute meetings and hush-hush "executive handshakes." That's what he called them.George and I worked in the same company – The Dial. Five months ago, the company was sold to a
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