Novels by QuzzyArt Admin

Kimmy’s POVThe floor beneath my feet felt like it tilted.I stared down at the glowing screen, my pulse hammering so violently in my ears that it drowned out the hum of the air conditioner.Unknown: You looked so gorgeous at dinner tonight, Ma Petite. I see you've found a handsome distraction... but he won't save you from me.My throat locked up. A wave of ice water surged through my veins, washing away every drop of safety I had felt just five minutes ago.He was there. At the restaurant.While I was sitting in that dim booth, enjoying a glass of wine, laughing with Beau, and convincing myself I had finally escaped... the stalker was somewhere in the shadows of that bistro. Staring at me. Watching the way I tucked my hair behind my ear. Watching Beau smile at me.I rushed to the floor-to-ceiling windows, my hands shaking so violently I could barely grab the edge of the heavy velvet curtains. I yanked them shut with a harsh swoosh, plunging the expansive living room into darkness.I

Thaddeus’s POVThe heavy oak door of Unit 804 clicked shut, cutting off the soft scent of vanilla that followed Kimmy out into the carpeted corridor.I stood in the dark foyer, motionless, letting my breath settle.I reached up, unbuttoning the top two buttons of my collar, and unclipped the silver watch from my wrist. I set it on the marble side table with a faint, metallic clink.In the living room, four oversized LED screens glowed against the shadow-draped walls.I walked over to the desk, poured two fingers of bourbon into a crystal glass, and let the liquid burn down my throat. My gaze remained locked on the monitor on the far left—Feed 802-A.On the screen, Kimmy was leaning against her locked front door. She looked small against the vast, empty space of her new living room, her cheeks still faintly flushed from the dinner downstairs. She checked her phone screen, saw the empty notification bar, and let out a soft, relieved breath before setting it down.She thought she was saf

Kimmy’s POV The Obsidian Tower was even more imposing up close. The double-height lobby was lined with polished black marble, discreet security guards stationed at every point of entry, and keycard scanners on every elevator. It was sleek, quiet, and felt like a fortress. When the estate agent opened the door to Unit 802, I stood frozen on the threshold. Light flooded the massive living area from floor-to-ceiling panoramic windows, showing off a breathless, sweeping view of the city skyline. The hardwood floors were pristine, and the high-end finishes screamed absolute luxury. It was perfect. Too perfect. "The unit includes automated smart-home locks, soundproof walls, and dedicated private access," the agent explained, holding out a sleek tablet. "And as I mentioned, the owner is currently residing abroad and simply wants a reliable, quiet tenant to keep the place occupied." I walked over to the glass, looking out over the glittering city below, then turned back to Maya with a

Kimmy's POV My breath hitched as those four words glowed on the screen. Happy breakup, Ma Petite. A cold, nauseating shiver ran straight down my back. I shoved the phone away onto the duvet as if it had burned my fingers. My pulse drummed in my ears, heavy and wild. He knew. He actually knew I broke up with Ethan. The post had been up for barely two minutes. Was this stalker sitting somewhere nearby, staring at his screen and watching my every move? Or was he watching my life unfold in real time? I pulled my knees up to my chest, burying my face in my hands. The room suddenly felt too cold, the silence too loud. My mind flashed back to two years ago—to the night my quiet, predictable life had ended and this nightmare had quietly begun. When I first met Ethan, he was charming, attentive, and completely removed from anything dangerous. I thought he was just a wealthy businessman with irregular hours. I had no idea about his dark, ruthless ties to the city's underground syndicate.

Kimmy's POVThe sharp flash of my camera cut through the studio space for what felt like the thousandth time tonight."Hold that angle, keep the chin up just a fraction!" I called out, my voice raspy from seven straight days of overtime.We were wrapping up a massive promotional editorial for Vogue Horizon, and my whole body was screaming for sleep. My shoulders ached under the weight of the strap, and my eyes burned from staring through the viewfinder."And… cut! Perfect, everyone!" I let out a long breath, lowering the camera as the crew erupted into tired cheers.Before I could even stretch my aching neck, my best friend and creative assistant, Maya, slung an arm around my shoulder, shoving her phone right into my face."Look at this, you workaholic," Maya beamed, tapping the screen. "That dark aesthetic street portrait you posted on your Instagram two hours ago? It hit two hundred thousand likes already. The comments are going wild. You’re literally viral right now, Kimmy."I look