LOGINA striking romance between Edward Knight and Liana Brown. Both the complete opposites of each other. While she has a sweet nature, always trying to be helpful and not hurt anyone on the other hand, for him, only hurting and torturing people gives his restless mind a bit of satisfaction and peace. What happens when this very same person gets obsessed with the girl.. He doesn't know if it's his love or a mere attraction or his addiction.. He wants her, and he swears by to get her. Will he be able to make himself her destiny? Will he be able to make her fall in love with him? Or will he just always manipulate her and keep her in the darkness? What will happen if she runs away from him? Is his obsession gonna protect her or just hurt her more?? .... Find out!!!!!
View MoreHer Pov:The basement.. Leading to the hell itself. The basement where I first saw Edward killing a man! Why... Why is he taking me to there. What is he planning to do with me! Oh god! I can't even look at his face as he is giving me his back. My struggles turn frantic as I try to pull, push, claw at his backāpunching, hitting, doing anything my shaking body can manageābut nothing stops him. He drags me toward the basement door as if I weigh nothing. When he opens it, the cold air spills out first, and the sight of the stairs leading down that hallway hits me like a punch. I know what waits there. I know too well.I latch onto the handrail with my free hand as if my life depends on itābecause it does. My breath shudders as I look at Edward with pure horror. His back is to me for a second, but when he turns, his eyes⦠God. They turn void. Emotionless. Empty in a way that shouldnāt be human. The grey looks almost deadāso hollow they hold no life, no mercy, nothing.His face is carved w
Her Pov:Heās going to kill me.The thought slams into my chest so hard I almost choke on it. My vision blurs as an unexpected urge to cry rushes up my throat, desperate and childishāas if tears could save me. Every instinct in me screams to run, to hide, to vanish before he decides Iām not worth the effort. Cold fear crawls beneath my skin like ants made of ice, prickling every nerve. Goosebumps rise on my arms, my heartbeat hammering against my ribs so violently it hurts. Edwardās gazeāsharp, penetrating, downright murderousālocks onto me, and my hands begin to tremble uncontrollably. I can feel sweat gathering along my hairline despite the chill in the room, a betraying sheen of panic I canāt wipe away.For a single, agonizing heartbeat, he studies me. Consumes me. Strips me bare without lifting a finger.Thenāhe looks away.He pulls out his phone, eyes dropping to the screen as though I am no longer worth his attention, no longer the target heās about to devour. And that tiny mot
Her Pov:"After all... I'm not you."The words slip out like a prayer. Or maybe a curse.Either way, I know he hears them. Very slowly, he turns around as his cold gaze falls on me. āYou are not me.ā He repeats it slowly, each word falling heavier than the last as he stalks toward me with that quiet, deliberate stride that always makes my pulse stutter. Saying my breathing hitched would be an understatement. It doesnāt matter how hard I pretend to be braveāevery time he closes in on me, every time his cold, dissecting gaze traps mine, something inside me curls in on itself.And now, with Rafaelās card hidden under my bra, the fear claws deeper, twisting painfully in my chest.He steps into my space until the air feels too tight to inhale. Towering over me, he studies my face with that unsettling patience of his, his gaze moving slowly, intentionally, like heās peeling back every layer I have. His wildflower scent surrounds me, betraying how close he is, but the heat of his stare bur
Her Pov:Edwardāhalf-hidden in the dim glow of the hallway, his expression unreadable, but his presence impossible to ignore. His eyes, cold and unrelenting, found mine in an instant, locking me in place as though the air between us had thickened. It didnāt matter how far apart we were or how many people moved through the space between usāwhen he looked at me like that, it was as if nothing and no one else existed.There was no warmth in his stare, only controlālike he was reminding me, without a single word, that he still held the reins. I tried to appear unaffected, to hold his gaze without flinching, but deep down, I could feel itāthat familiar pull, like an invisible chain tightening around my ribs. No matter how far I ran or how hard I tried to untangle myself, he always found a way to draw me back in.I turn away, finishing the last sip of my drink, its bitter aftertaste clinging to my tongue like the weight of everything Iām about to do. I need to breathe. I need space. Most






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