LOGIN- KILLIAN - The solemn anger on my face is immediately shifted to dread at the sound of her voice when she calls my name. No, it cannot be. It absolutely cannot be. My heart hammers in my chest as headache soon comes to be as I force myself to let out the word I know will be my ruin. “Hazel?”
- KILLIAN - I heard her. Heard the sound of someone infiltrate this place even before I knew someone was here. I had massacred every living being within this mansion except for one being, my parent’s murderer, and I needed to keep her alive so I lure out every other family member she has and make
Hello readers! It’s this author again. I got terribly ill and also hit my foot against a metal surface so hard that I could barely walk along with my illness. I needed to take time off writing to fully recover. It is a new month and I want to say, I am so sorry and will resume writing again. I
- HAZEL - The drive home was devastating but on the bright side, I have arrived. I make my payment and get out of the car, shutting the door behind me and running in. The lights are off. I look around. Every single light on the streets are out making the area ridiculously dark and I am just noti
- HAZEL - I find it ridiculous that our very state-of-the-art home is so far away from the city, making going to a supermarket to get something as little as a bag of chips seem so tasking. Especially late at night. I groan, still on the long drive TO the supermarket. It is frustrating. There are
- KILLIAN - The time has struck eight pm. I pull the glove on my hand higher to fit better on my palm. From head to toe, I am dressed in black. A black, futuristic, half face mask conceals the lower portion of my face. My shirt is black, my belt and pants the same. I am at the place the killer li
- KILLIAN - “Did you have to be so cold?” Liam’s words jolt me out of my thoughts as I walk with him to our cars. I shrug, not answering him and barely having the energy to indulge in this conversation. I did it for her own good. I let out a sigh. “Really, Killian, that’s messed up shit right h
“You look stunning.” He says, sizing me up. . . again. “I can’t say the same about you.” Disgust is ardent in my tone. My brain gives me this warning that I should not discard. It tells me that there is something familiar about the way Tristan is looking at me that seems very territorial and preda
- HAZEL - My mouth drops when the van pulls in. Not because I didn’t expect him to let a strange, hired van in, although this is a part of it, but because I didn’t expect to be here anytime soon. And definitely not now. It brings memories to me. Very vivid and wild memories. Memories of the two of
- KILLIAN - I let out a sigh, staring out my window. A new day has just begun and I cannot say I am excited about it. My blood bubbles with uncontrolled fury and hunger. Hunger for the blood of my parents’ killer. The days are drawing near, and I am counting the time limit given to her to run. And







