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For the Love of Layla is a dark psychological stalker romance… Her - How do you cope when you find out the person you entrusted your heart to is a monster? A wolf in sheep’s clothing. I did what I thought was the right, logical thing...I ran. Little did I know nothing was ever going to be that easy and he had no intention of letting me go. Him - The day she left she took a piece of me, hell she took everything I ever was and ever dreamt of being. I've always been a little...different. Inflicted with a chronic need to fixate on things. Who better to fixate on than the woman who stole my heart the moment she quite literally stumbled into my life. I can't let her go and I will get her back by any means necessary. Even if that means destroying us both in the process. She's mine. Only mine. My little love seems to have forgotten that, it's going to be fun reminding her. For the Love of Layla is a standalone dark psychological stalker romance with a supplemental epilogue, where you can choose to continue the story or end it. There will be many instances in this book that could be upsetting to some readers. This story is not meant for the light hearted. It won't have a picture perfect ending with a pretty bow and a happily ever after scribbled at the bottom of a page, not right away. How the story ends is up to the reader, if you take my ending or the supplemental one is entirely up to you. This story is meant for those who aren't afraid to love passionately, grieve and shed a few tears. With great love comes great pain.

"If you're so concerned about my humanity, Elena, then reach into my soul and find it, because I'm not sure I have any left." According to the FBI, I was considered a serial murderer after three kills. What do they call me after fifty-two? They call me the Silencer. One final bullet would have been all it took to stop me from taking another soul, and I would have been doing Meridian City a service by pulling that trigger. An angel crying for help stopped me, and that night, I took three lives for her. Then three turned into eight. Then eight turned into twenty. Twenty turned into twenty-one. Twenty one turned into twenty-three. Elena Young is the hero in my story, but I’m the villain in hers. And this is the kind of story where the villain gets the girl, even if it kills her. This is a dark romance novel intended for mature readers only. Please check trigger/content warnings.