Corrupt (Devil's Night, #1)

by Penelope Douglas

You are my creator, but I am your master. —Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

I wanted to get into a little trouble. I wanted to catch some rain, find something that made my heart pump again, and I wanted to know what it was like to not have anyone to grab onto.

I needed to know what I was made of. I needed to know if I had a leg to stand on without the umbrella of my family name, the support of others

Own who you are.

Michael Crist was Trevor’s brother. A little older, a little taller, and a lot more intimidating. They were almost nothing alike, and they hated each other.

your demons will still follow you. There’s no escaping them.”

Three men stood outside my house,

The masks. The black hoodies and the masks.

wearing a slate-gray metallic-looking mask with claw marks deforming the right side of his face.

white-and-black mask

with a red stripe running down the left side of his face, which was also ripped and gouged.

completely black mask blended with his...

But those masks. They were the only ones who wore those masks.

And it was October 30, the night before Halloween. Devil’s Night.

They were back.

They were here. The Four Horsemen. They were Thunder Bay’s favorite sons,

Damon Torrance, Kai Mori, Will Grayson III,

Damon Torrance right away.

Damon was good-looking.

know that something was wrong with him. Michael gave him a long leash, but it was still a leash and for a good reason. He scared me.

Will Grayson

The women in Thunder Bay were busy ladies. They were powerful, influential, and thorough, and as their children, we sat comfortably under that umbrella. I even more so, because my father was deceased, and my mother was . . . weak.

Little Monster.”