Ghosts of Halloween (Ghosts of Halloween, #0.5-#3.5)

by Layla Fae

If you treat the kink warnings as a shopping list, I see you, because same!

But when the shit goes down and we stand over Noah’s body lying in a pool of blood, I can only think how fucking thankful I am. Thankful she didn’t come and see her brother dying at my feet.

I smile bitterly, thinking how innocent I used to be. Nowadays, I know what to be afraid of. I will take ghosts and boogeymen over the fears I carry now.

Pretty, pretty princess dressed in funeral black. How appropriate.

Fuck. I need it now. Need our princess to start running.

Run, princess, I think as I lean closer. She’s a loaded gun, and I get to pull the trigger. I bring my lips to her ear and whisper. “Boo.”

“Tell you what. If you get caught, you’ll be fucked. Don’t want that? Don’t run.”

I can bottom like a king. But when I snatch the power back, I do it with a vengeance.