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See? This was such a beautifully yet tear-jerking novel I have ever successfully crafted an idea with, a few months ago. But after I have encountered all the horrible occurrences for the past months, I came back to work and turned this sad and romantic novel into a mystery and horror novel, which made all my work colleagues and supervisor absolutely petrified. They have no idea that I was even more shocked and horrified when I have suddenly realized that my novel had suddenly become so dark and twisted. It was beautifully written, like a psychopath has written a novel for the very first time.

Meanwhile, my mind wanted to go because I didn't know the reason behind his request. And here I was, walking like a zombie because of the thoughts in my head. In the middle of my walk, an idea suddenly popped into my head. An idea that could ruin his plan. I knew how much he was attached to physical pleasure, and I was going to use that against him. If Ma'am Buenaventura was good, then I was going to be better. I felt like a crazy person as I smiled to myself in the middle of the hallway. Then, I ran to his office with a smile still on my face.

His rebellious grin leaves me bewildered by a choice that could bind my destiny to a man I don't know. As regret sank within me, I kept asking myself, 'How did I even end up in this situation?' *************************** Tossing and turning while clenching my mother's keepsake between my hands kept me sleepless as I tried to rest my head on the pillow. I couldn't tell how long I lay awake, wrestling with my racing thoughts, before I managed to get some sleep. I found myself wide awake an hour before the blare of the alarm. The jitters in my chest kept me restless as I silently climbed down from the bed.

**Trigger Warning. This book may contain the following topics that may be sensitive to readers: dubious consent, masochism, drug use, mental illness, mentions of previous assault or abuse, sexual harassment of a main character, kidnapping, abandonment, control, confinement, and attempted crimes. This book is rated 18+ due to content. Never in my life had I considered what it would be like to meet fate. To have what you thought was love turn into harsh realization of manic moments that never seemed to make sense. The haunted memories of my past were always too much for me to handle. The dark ways that my mind played tricks on me, constantly having me look over my shoulder as if waiting for hi

The silence in the ninety-ninth-floor suite was no longer empty; it was pressurized. It was the kind of silence that existed in the second before a lightning strike, heavy with the scent of ozone and impending electricity. Silas Thorne remained leaned forward, his hands folded over the petrified wood of his desk, watching Lyra with the intensity of a man observing a chemical reaction he couldn't quite predict.

The clouds above were churning low, like a storm had forgotten how to break. At the bookstore, the front light flickered once when she unlocked the door. Then again when she stepped inside. The air was stale in a way it had never been before, like the whole shop had held its breath while she was gone. Shelves creaked softly behind her as she turned on the desk lamp. She froze. A stack of books near the window was toppled — somehow all collapsed outward in a perfect spiral. No wind. No draft. Just… rearranged. She picked up the top book. Dreams in the Soil. She didn't remember shelving this. Its leather cover was warm in her hands. Almost too warm. She opened it, just to check for a bookmark

Vesper replied quietly, “And yet no one came looking until I escaped.” He froze. A burned USB drive sat beneath a ribcage in the next tray. He picked it up, wiped off the ash. “Looks intact.” Vesper glanced at it. “Encrypted with a biometric key.” Jack pocketed it. “We’ll find a workaround.” They moved deeper into the warehouse, reaching a back office. Filing cabinets lined the walls. Jack flipped through labeled binders. He pulled out a dusty thesis: *Neurochemical Influence on Moral Inhibition – V. Vex.*

It no longer sounded entirely like Quinton. Unlike before, when smoke had drifted from his fingers, this time a thick white vapor poured from his hand. It twisted through the air like a living mist. A chill swept through the room. The chandelier trembled. The curtains began to move despite the windows being shut. My eyes widened. The book suddenly started flipping through its pages at an alarming speed. The pages turned so fast that they became a blur. Then the book lifted into the air by itself. I slowly stood. The room had become unnaturally silent. The book finally stopped at a single page and hovered above Damien's body. White smoke poured from the page as if something trapped inside the

NOTE: Entrapped By The Devil is Book 2 in "THE PERAZZO" series. It can be read as standalone but will have spoilers from Book 1 (KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA). * * * [25 YEARS AGO] . . . “Spare us, please! We didn’t do anything. Quel ragazzo mente! Mente tra i denti. We didn’t do anything. Let us go, please, sir, andiamo a casa!”

He had probably read it four times before looking up to me and speaking. "Let me guess," Gi said with a laugh as she looked at the book then his face. "He got to the 'you're my sister' part of it." "Bingo!" I held my stomach as I laughed. His confusion didn't end as he furiously finished the book and demanded my second one. I wasn't surprised when he was nearly halfway through it in the morning when he picked me up. I had promised not to think about the plot around him, which wasn't hard to do considering how much of a fever dream it was. He had finished the first three books in as many days and seemed shell shocked. "Edward said he had to take a break after the ending of the third one, he h