𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂
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An up-and-coming author with a love of anything dark...
My favorite genres are dark romance, psychological thrillers and murder mysteries!
Find out more and read my first of many novels "Broken Evil" here: https://linktr.ee/h.c.ruby
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Halloween House Party (9). Content Warning.
Chapter 9: “Oh, I get it. You don’t actually care what happened, you just want to get me to confess to a crime I didn’t commit so you can look like a hero for wrapping things up so nicely. Am I warm?” I find my voice, snipping back at him.
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂2 months ago in Fiction
Halloween House Party (7). Content Warning.
Chapter 7: “And here I thought I couldn’t get you to scream that loud again.” My brain can’t process what I’m seeing, who’s fucking sitting right in front of me at the same table. A very much alive Sly, and the most demonic smirk he’s ever flashed my way, vampire fangs and all. “Hey little psycho, do I get that hug now?”
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂3 months ago in Fiction
Halloween House Party (6). Content Warning.
Chapter 6: I don’t exactly remember what conspired after I fell into the arms of Officer Stanton, everything kind of going blurry and dark for a beat; my head pounding with a bigger headache as I think I blacked out. But before I knew it, I was at the police station, drowning in an extra-large sized LAPD Academy sweater with an ice pack, handcuffed to the desk and being interrogated for yet another murder I didn’t…fucking…commit!
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂3 months ago in Fiction
Halloween House Party (4). Content Warning.
Chapter 4: “What did she just say” I whisper to myself, her words haunting and ringing through my ears. “She said Sly’s dead? Who’s Sly?” My girl looks up at me with curiosity and none of the fear that’s draining all the blood from face.
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂3 months ago in Fiction
Halloween House Party (3). Content Warning.
Chapter 3: “Like Hell!” I scream through gritted teeth, my black nails clawing behind me, catching the skin on his cheek as he stumbles back, blood from my wounds spilling down the side of my neck. Putting pressure on the fang marks I spin to face my attacker grabbing one of the bottles off the counter with my nondominant hand, smacking him in the head as hard as I can manage. “Don’t you ever fucking touch me again! Don’t look at me” I hit him again, “don’t talk to me, don’t have anything to fucking do with me!” He slides back towards the sink, blood pooling from his head to match the sticky substance staining my skin and leotard.
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂3 months ago in Fiction
Halloween House Party (2). Content Warning.
Chapter 2: “What the fuck do you mean by that?” “You know exactly what I mean” I hear the sinful way his lips turn up in a devilish smile. The same that drew me to him in the first place; I drank poison and asked for more, slowly dying from the inside but refused to stop and save myself because he made it taste so damn good.
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂3 months ago in Fiction
Halloween House Party (1). Content Warning.
Chapter 1: “I’m going to go get another drink” I say over the heavy punk music, my girl Cas curled in my arms, delicately painted black lips at her ear, hands resting on her hips. I feel her ass grinding up on me in the best way, skin hot and melty at the closeness.
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂3 months ago in Fiction
You're My Favorite Murderer (Chapter 16). Content Warning.
Chapter 16: 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘰𝘺 “Stazieeeee” I grumble slowly dragging myself from a sensual dream, a dream I really shouldn’t be having but what goes on inside my mind is no one’s damn business but my own. I reach up to hold my head, feeling heavy, weighted; as if I’ve been asleep for days on a layer of concrete. What the fuck, since when do I wake up feeling a headache this fucking big? Usually when I drink, but I didn’t drink enough to get hungover that’s for damn sure.
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂6 months ago in Fiction
You're My Favorite Murder (Chapter 15). Content Warning.
Chapter 15: 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘰𝘺 My hand instinctively reaches into the opposite pocket, hunting for my vape before a white-hot dread surge through me as I remember I quit a few months ago. Though with the way things are panning out for me right now, I could do well with a hit or two, probably more.
By 𝓗. 𝓒. 𝓡𝓾𝓫𝔂6 months ago in Fiction
