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01: The Door She Shouldn't Have Opened

The Door She Shouldn't Have Opened ELENA hurried through the glass doors of Lunaris Tech Innovation, her short heels clacking against the polished marble floors in frantic rhythm. She was smiling… no glowing, because for the first time in a while, she had slept peacefully. No nightmares. No anxiety. No husband’s excesses. Just a clean, soft morning breeze and the hope of a new day.But she was very, very late.The receptionist, Lydia, gave her that familiar raised brow as the digital clock on the wall blinked 9:42 AM in bold red. Elena flashed a nervous grin and half-jogged into the corridor, her bag swinging wildly against her hip. Her braid bounced behind her as she weaved through employees already settled into their routines.Her shared office was on the second floor, tucked in the corner of the expansive administrative wing. She pushed the door open and exhaled— only to inhale a sharp breath immediately.Her desk.Her once-cleared, neatly arranged desk from yesterday, was now drow

The Monster Behind The Door

The Monster Behind The DoorMARCUS dragged himself into the small bar nook tucked beside the living room, a space he had proudly set up years ago, back when he still had a job, back when he still acted like a husband. Now it was a shrine of his downfall. He scratched his rough jaw, his eyes heavy, breath sour with last night’s whiskey.He reached for a bottle automatically.It was empty.He checked another.Also empty.He shook the third violently, as if willing liquid to appear. Nothing. Not a single drop.“Are you kidding me?” he barked, his voice hoarse.Scowling, he tossed the bottle onto the counter, where it rolled and clinked pathetically. His temples throbbed, the hangover mixing with hunger. He trudged toward the kitchen, feet dragging across the hardwood floor.The moment he stepped inside, the stale smell hit him. Old takeout containers sat stacked on the counter. The trash bin was overflowing, not with garbage, but with empty liquor bottles, beer cans, and crumpled receipt

At The Elevator

At The Elevator MARCUS pushed through the sliding doors of the Springfield Plaza Mall, the blast of cold air-conditioning hitting his rough face as he stepped inside. It was still morning, the weekday crowd thin, but Marcus carried himself like the busiest person in the building, his heavy boots thudding against the polished floor, his broad shoulders rolling with a false sense of importance. He didn’t bother adjusting his wrinkled flannel shirt or the baseball cap sitting crookedly on his head. He was here for one thing, and one thing only.Liquor.He took the escalator up to the second floor, headed straight into the liquor store, and grabbed a handheld basket without greeting anyone. He moved down the aisle like he owned the place, snatching two bottles of Jack Daniel’s off the shelf, then adding a bottle of Jim Beam for good measure. He stared at the labels, satisfied, the corners of his mouth lifting in a grin that revealed his uneven, nicotine-stained teeth.He placed the bottl

The Parking Lot Monster

The Parking Lot Monster MARCUS pulled into the parking lot of Lunaris Tech Innovation, the towering glass building gleaming in the late morning sun. As always, he parked without care or consideration— slanted, sloppy, and directly across two lines. It was his trademark. His little rebellion. His show of dominance in a world that didn't actually revolve around him.He sat there for a moment, engine humming, staring blankly at the building where his wife worked. A slow, self-satisfied smirk crawled across his face. The world might not bow to him, but Elena would. She always had. And today, she damn sure would again.Marcus finally shut off the engine and pushed his door open. The harsh morning breeze swept in, ruffling his hair and chilling the sweat on his neck. He stepped out, let the door slam behind him, and stood there squinting at the sunlight as if offended by it.Then he turned toward the back seat.His steps were heavy, sluggish, the kind of gait that belonged to a man who bel

The Monster's Bargain

The Monster’s BargainELENA’S heart was pounding so violently she could hear it echoing in her ears, drowning out everything except the horrifying sight unfolding only a few feet ahead of her. One moment Marcus was yelling at her, gripping her, humiliating her in the parking lot, then the next, Eamon was suddenly there, moving with supernatural speed, grabbing Marcus by the throat and slamming him against the wall of the Lunaris Tech parking structure.The impact shook the air.Marcus’s feet lifted off the ground, dangling helplessly. His hands clawed at Eamon’s wrist, fingers trembling, body convulsing. His legs kicked wildly, shoes scraping as he struggled to make contact with anything that could save him.But nothing could save him.Not from ‘this’.Elena watched in frozen terror as Eamon held Marcus suspended, his arm steady, unshaking, as if Marcus weighed no more than a paper bag. Eamon’s expression was calm— too calm— but his eyes were anything but that. They were sharp, unblin

Into The Monster's Den

Into The Monster's DenELENA’S heels clicked sharply across the polished concrete as she made her way back into Lunaris Tech Innovation’s headquarters. The building’s glass façade reflected the rising Manhattan sun, streaking the city in fractured lines of orange and gold. It felt cruel, almost mocking, nature didn’t pause for fear or panic. The world kept turning, shining, glowing… even while her own life was falling apart.Her hands trembled as she pushed through the tall revolving doors. The cool blast of central air swallowed her, but couldn’t cool the heat pulsing through her chest. Her heart hammered violently, still echoing the image burned into her mind—Eamon.Fangs.Red eyes.Marcus dangling off the wall like a helpless ragdoll.She swallowed hard.‘What just happened? What is he? How is he even real? How the hell did this Friday turn turspy-turvy for her? Just how?’But she had begged— God, she had begged, and now her life belonged to him. She couldn’t make sense of that pa

The Promotion No One Asked For

The Promotion No One Asked ForAVA’S shock was instant and explosive, Elena saw it in the way her perfectly arched brows shot up, the way her lips parted in disbelief. But what stunned her even more was the fact that Eamon didn’t flinch. He stood there, arms folded across his chest, answering in a tone so cold and sharp it could slice glass.Elena found herself thinking, ‘How many different versions of this man exist?’ Every stance, every expression, every way he positioned his arms seemed to belong to a different person— no, a different creature.“Mm. Got yourself a new pet?” Ava sneered, head tilting as her eyes raked over Elena with mocking disgust. “Or should I say… an old cargo?” She exaggerated the phrase, making sure the insult landed. “Since when does a clerk get benefits like that?”Elena’s cheeks burned, but before she could speak, Eamon answered.“You are right. She is no longer a clerk.”He paused, eyes locking on Elena like he was tattooing his will onto her skin.“From t

Forbidden Appetites

Forbidden Appetites THEY arrived at one of the most expensive restaurants in the city, the kind that glittered even from the sidewalk, all glass and gold and quiet power. Elena walked in front, her steps measured, her back straight despite the tremor in her knees. Eamon followed behind her, unhurried, as though the world parted naturally for him.They were a study in contrast, sharp contrast.Elena wore a crisp twenty-dollar shirt tucked neatly into a simple skirt, the fabric clean but tired, the kind of outfit that screamed ‘trying to survive’. Cheap, short heels clicked softly beneath her feet. She was thirty-six— every inch of her carried experience, restraint, resilience— and yes, still hot in a way that came from endurance rather than indulgence.Behind her walked Eamon.His suit alone could probably pay three months of her rent. Perfectly tailored. His shoes polished to a mirror shine. Twenty-eight —undeniably twenty-eight— with the kind of beauty that felt unfair and unnatural

Whispers In The Hall

Whispers in the HallABOUT thirty minutes later or there about, they were done.Elena gently placed her napkin on the table, her appetite long satisfied, while Eamon sat opposite her exactly as he had throughout the meal— untouched plate, untouched drink, untouched hunger. He hadn’t taken a single bite, hadn’t lifted his glass once. When she had asked him a second time, he had simply said dinner was only a few hours away. He would wait.She didn’t ask what ‘dinner’ meant.Eamon glanced at his watch, the movement smooth and unhurried.“Time to head back to the office,” he said calmly. “They are probably wondering where you must have run off to.”Elena swallowed hard, nodding without a word.The waitress returned, bowed slightly, and presented the bill. Eamon handled it with a flick of his wrist— no hesitation, no concern— and moments later they were walking out, back into the daylight, back toward the company.The drive was quiet.Too quiet.As soon as they pulled into the parking lot

Cracks Beneath The Roof

Cracks Beneath the RoofMARCUS lounged on the edge of the couch, one ankle resting on his knee, the television blaring some late-afternoon sports recap he wasn’t really watching. His neck was now less painful from the grip of his wife's boss, some balm had done that. His phone buzzed in his palm, the screen lighting up with a name he hadn’t saved, but had though with just a string of emojis and a city club logo. A slow, knowing smile tugged at his lips.He glanced toward the hallway, then to the kitchen. It was empty. Good.“Yeah,” he said into the phone, lowering his voice even though no one was around. “I was wondering when you would call.”A soft laugh spilled from the other end, syrupy and familiar. Marcus chuckled back, rising from the couch and pacing toward the window. Outside, the sky was beginning to dim, the kind of early evening that promised secrets.“Tonight?” he said. “Of course I’m coming. You think I would miss that?” He paused, listening, then scoffed. “Please. She w

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