Honeysuckles (Monster Stalker #1)

by January Rayne

I welcome death. I want it. I crave it. I wish for it.

I’ll be the ghost that possesses her mind, body, and soul.

Safety is no longer her concern because nothing can save her from me. Her life is mine.

It’s more than an obsession. If I can’t have her, I’ll die. My life is tethered to her. This is survival.

Everyone is temporary in a way, but there are the few that refuse to leave, they plant roots in your soul, and weather every storm life throws at you. They are built of concrete, even if they crumble, they find a way to remain. Those people are few and far between, but they do exist.

She’s as close to home as I’ll ever get. She’s the feeling of walking through the door after a long day, relieved and ready to relax. She’s the ease after turmoil. The rainbow in the sun and rain.

Atrocious acts always happen under the guise of beauty.