My Sleep Paralysis Demons Trilogy
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Story
Thirst Trap
Vanessa only had three loves in life. Beauty, her dog, and the sound a man made as she drained him of his blood to create her favorite face mask. However, the knowledge that she used her victims to create her best-selling cosmetics, soaps, and candles also gave her a thrill. Now, her perfect world was threatened as two men, a vampire, and an FBI agent turned stalker, made their unhealthy obsession with her known. They both knew her secret. They both knew the other was watching. They both would do anything in their power to make her theirs.-
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Chapter
chapter forty-one
The doorbell rang, jolting me out of my thoughts. I was in the middle of mixing a new scent for my soap line when the sound interrupted my concentration. Sighing, I set down the pipette and made my way to the front door. As I swung the door open, I was met with the sight of Orpheus, his tall, imposing figure standing in the doorway. He held a beautiful box in his hands with a letter attached to it. His expression was unreadable, but there was a sense of sadness in his eyes that I couldn’t ignore.…-
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chapter forty-two
At the same time... The wine glass’s cool weight pressed into my palm, its crystal surface reflecting the dim light of the room. I sat on the couch, my eyes fixed on the bottle of wine on the coffee table, untouched and unopened. My mind was a mess, a storm of emotions I couldn’t control. The weight of the world pressed down on me, crushing my spirit. My once-familiar life had shattered into a million pieces, leaving me lost and adrift in a sea of uncertainty. Each breath I took felt heavy…-
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chapter forty-three
As I approached Orpheus’s apartment, I could feel my heart racing. I’d only been here once, and the thought of returning had me both nervous and excited. I was here to check on him, to make sure he was okay after what happened with Vanessa. But I also had another motive—to bug his apartment with cameras. The door was unlocked, and as I stepped inside, I was met with an eerie silence. The place was dark and cold, and I could sense a lingering sadness in the air. I flicked on the lights,…-
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chapter forty-four
It had been a year since I found out that Orpheus killed Saul. I still hadn’t spoken to him, but every week, he delivered a new painting, some portraits of me and others showcasing important memories like those of his friends and family or significant moments of his life. Each painting came with a letter sharing the memories or feelings behind it, a vial of the paint he made from the blood of the men he killed, the blood he collected from them, and their bodies harvested for me in coolers so I could do…-
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chapter forty-five
I stared at my heart in my hands, contemplating the inevitable. Crushing it would be the ultimate act of self-annihilation, the solitary endpoint to a torturous existence. The past year of separation from Vanessa, condemned to silent solitude, had tested the limits of my resilience. Hadrian’s unexpected compassion softened the edges of my despair, granting me the solace of observing Vanessa through the cameras he had surreptitiously installed in her home. At first, I reveled in the stolen glimpses,…-
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chapter forty-six
Eight months later... I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I made my way back from the store, my heart racing with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. The sun had set, casting the world in a blanket of darkness that only served to amplify the sense of foreboding that had settled over me. As I rounded the corner, I spotted him—Orpheus, stepping into a nightclub with an air of confidence that was both alluring and intimidating. He was dressed in his usual attire, a black…-
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chapter forty-seven
Her hands were moist against my skin as she scratched her skin, tiny bits of flesh hanging off like peeling bark. I couldn’t help but smile despite my heart sinking. She was giving me her blood as if it was payment for my affection, a potion of her essence. From this moment forward, no one else’s would suffice. So, I knelt down and opened wide, drinking in her red offering, intoxicating my parched veins with liquid poison. Her taste was familiar and foreign at the same time. Warm, sweet, and salty…-
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Epilogue
As I knelt by Saul’s grave, overlooking the rolling green hills that surrounded the small town of Hollow Creek, my heart swelled with bittersweet emotions. In my hands was a bouquet of the most vibrant, fragrant flowers from my own garden. Their petals were like velvet, their colors akin to the brilliant, bleeding sunset across the horizon of the endless sky. “Hey, Saul,” I breathed, my voice soft and reverent, echoing through the still air. The graveyard was silent, empty save for me and my…-
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