Ruin Me Slowly

Some girls beg for mercy.

She begged for more. 

Selene Blackmoor never believed in ghosts. Not until her sister slit her wrists in the bathtub of their childhood home—and left behind a journal soaked in obsession, blood, and a name that should never be spoken. 

Now Selene is back.

 The house is waiting.

 And he is hungry. 

Shadow without form. Voice without mercy. The monster that broke her sister wants a new bride… and he doesn’t knock. He possesses. Consumes. Fucks you open until your soul screams and your bones forget who they used to belong to. 

And the worst part?

 Selene doesn’t want to escape.

 She wants to be his. 

This isn’t a love story.

 It’s a haunting.

 A blood-slick obsession between a girl with grief carved into her ribs and the monster that taught her how to bleed beautifully. 

He whispered her name.

 She moaned his.

 And the house?

 It laughed.