Everyone knows the stories about naïve girls being taken by beautiful monsters. Often the monster is a tortured soul with a fucked up past, but even then, that monster is redeemable. This is not one of those stories. My monster revels in the carnage he creates. Our story is not one where good prevails and the villain becomes a hero. My reality is dark. His demons are darker. And though I love my monster, this is no fairytale. There is no happily ever after. This Saga contains extremely dark themes.

Do you like your love stories dark and twisted?I’m not entirely sure how to tell our story.I always think I’ll fail at doing it justice.Most people like a feel-good romance.They like having a hero they can root for or an antihero that is slightly apologetic.This is the complete opposite of that.I fell for a man with a pitch-black soul and a charm so deceptive he could outwit the Devil.Our relationship was far from sunshine and rainbows.It was toxic, twisted, and dangerously addictive.He wasn’t an easy man to love.He had a bad habit of breaking my heart, just to rebuild it and shatter it again.It's easier to explain it from the very beginning, so that's what I'll try to do.But first, a word of warning, this isn't going to be pretty or even in the realm of what some can stomach or fathom, but I promise there's a happily ever after at the end.

I was born an ordinary girl with a tiny seed of sickness. As I got older it grew bigger, manifesting into something sinister. Mama told me to lock it away and let it wither. I didn’t know how. So I hid it. Solitude became my closest companion. Solo, single, lonely. Until Declan. Until Ethan. They were drawn to my sickness like moths to a flame. With them, I was nurtured into something special. With them, I flourished in depths of decay and darkness. (mm/mmf/ mfm.) Standalone. \Usually would insert warning here\

a bittersweet love story set in a world of macabre. She was a mother. She was a bride. Now she’s merely a woman trapped within a shattered mind. With a body full of scars and a past forever gone, at Chateau Dahlia carnage continues to unravel, and ghosts rise from the dead. Sadist to masochist. Monster to monster. Malice and Malevolence collide one final time. “Je t’aime.” “Moi, non plus.” This saga is NOT for the faint of heart. Reader discretion highly advised. Each book can be read as a complete standalone.

I was born with a sickness that can't be cured, and I've been getting better at slowly getting worse. I’m no longer all alone. I have a family now. They're not afraid of what I am. They nurture my sickness, cultivate and help me control it. For a short time, things were close to perfect. Now, someone wants to ruin us. They want to take them away. I'll fix everything they dare to try and break. I'll make them perfect in the throes of decay. This is a companion to Depravity.