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stories that bruise and burn.
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  • ๐€ ๐‡๐ข๐๐๐ž๐ง ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ซ๐ž | [๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–+]๐€ ๐‡๐ข๐๐๐ž๐ง ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฌ๐ข๐ซ๐ž | [๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–+]

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    "๐“๐‡๐„ ๐€๐‹๐‹๐”๐‘๐„ ๐’๐“๐€๐‹๐Š๐„๐‘'๐’ ๐‡๐„๐€๐‘๐“" Book 2 in "Dark Fate" series. "Obsession is like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path even friendships and boundaries." โ€ข โœง โ€ข They say when you are being watched, you can feel it - the prickling at the back of your neck, the weight in the air, the chill sliding down your spine. I used to think that was just paranoia. Until it wasn't. It started with the messages. Words from someone I had never met, written with a sharpness that made my skin crawl. He knew things no stranger should know - where I went, who I loved, what I feared. He knew me better than I knew myself. And when I didn't listen, the threats began. Subtle at first, like warnings. Then louder. Bolder. Until the person I cared for most was dragged into the nightmare I couldn't escape. His presence followed me like a second skin. Flowers left on my doorstep that didn't feel like gifts. Letters soaked in something darker than ink. Whispers in the silence that promised: "You're mine. You have always been mine." And yet, no face. No name. Only the weight of knowing someone, somewhere, would do anything to keep me - even if it meant destroying everything I touched. I have tried to run from him. I have tried to hide behind new places, new people, and new walls. But the truth is simple: there's no distance wide enough, no lock strong enough, to keep a monster out when his obsession runs deeper than love. He's still out there. Watching. Waiting. And the scariest part? I think he's closer than I will ever know.

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    ๐€ ๐‡๐ข๐๐๐ž๐ง ๐“๐ž๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง | [๐Ÿ๐Ÿ–+]

    ๐’๐‡๐„ ๐–๐‘๐Ž๐“๐„ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐Ž๐๐†๐’. ๐‡๐„ ๐ˆ๐๐’๐๐ˆ๐‘๐„๐ƒ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐’๐ˆ๐. Book 3 in "Dark Fate" series. "She gave him her songs and her secrets, but he gave her something far more dangerous - an obsession so fierce it demanded that only he could break her, hate her, and own the space no one else dared enter." โ€ข โœง โ€ข Diana Forbes was never meant to be a villain. She was the voice of heartbreak - a global icon whose songs bled truth, desire, and a kind of ache most people couldn't name. But behind the sold-out tours and midnight ballads lived a woman quietly unraveling... one forbidden love song at a time. Because the man she wrote for was never hers. Eeshan Singhania - cold, controlled, and cruel in ways that didn't make sense until it was far too late. He was her step-sister's boyfriend once. The kind of man you shouldn't look at twice. But Diana did... and she never looked away. He says he hates her. But obsession doesn't look like hate. It haunts. Punishes. Possesses. Claims. Destroy. He hates her with a venom no one else is allowed to taste - and breaks her just enough to keep her tied to him. Because if anyone's going to ruin Diana Forbes, it'll be Eeshan Singhania. She should've run the first time. She didn't. And now... She's the girl every song was written for. And the woman he'll destroy piece by piece. But what happens when hate starts to ache like love? And what if the girl he wants to ruin... is the only one who could ruin him?

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    "๐€ ๐’๐„๐‚๐‘๐„๐“ ๐ƒ๐„๐’๐ˆ๐‘๐„ ๐Ž๐… ๐‡๐„๐‘ ๐๐„๐’๐“ ๐…๐‘๐ˆ๐„๐๐ƒ'๐’ ๐๐‘๐Ž๐“๐‡๐„๐‘" Book 1 in "Dark Fate" series. "They say you can't choose who you fall in love with, and he couldn't agree more. His sister's best friend had captured his heart, and he was consumed by his obsession for her and now, he knows he would never be able to let her go because she belongs with him." โ€ข โœง โ€ข There's a kind of love that feels like sunlight - warm, gentle, safe. And then... there's his. It's not cruel. It's not loud. It's something far more dangerous - quiet, calculated, all-consuming. He was my best friend's brother. The man I was never supposed to notice. He watched from the shadows, memorizing me without ever needing a single word. I never really knew his name... but he knew everything about me. My fears. My patterns. My dreams. Even the parts I hadn't yet discovered myself. He's always been there, just a step behind-waiting, watching, wanting. And now, he's no longer waiting. He calls it love. I don't know what to call it, only that it pulls me in like gravity - unavoidable, inescapable. There's safety in his arms, yet danger in his silence. Gentleness in his touch, yet fire in his gaze. And somewhere in the tension between fear and longing, I find myself unraveling. Because the scariest part of being wanted like this... Is realizing you might want them back.

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