A Dark Bully Academy Reverse Harem Romance Each book is full length. Here Lives a Corpse is 92,000 words. Here Lives a Corpse is book one of a five-part series. You do have to read all to understand. Each one ends on a cliffhanger. Life doesn’t promise anything but existence. Losing Cass proved that. Everyone thinks I’m crazy. Corpse. Freak. Vampire. They called me the one who never overcame the loss of her brother, the outcast, the least likely to succeed. But what about their lies? He jumped. He wanted to die. He killed himself. When will they stop? Unraveling the secrets they founded this town with seems impossible. Detangling the bloodlines that weave the very essence of Arcadia Crest might actually kill me. Forgetting the little details I’ve erased from my memories as a result of love could be the catalyst of my entire story. Death brought me hatred. Hatred drove me to them. They touched me only in secret. All stories end in blood, but an oath was never part of that equation.

Being rich is great until you become the saint of Arcadia. Gentleman. Charmer. All-star. They call me a saint, but if they knew the lies, the fallacies, and what truths I hide, I’d be labeled a proclaimed sinner. I lie, do all the bad deeds, especially if it does right by her. She’s the darkness but also the light. He’s my downfall but also my redemption. Two opposites, but somehow everything I’ve fought for. Earning her, saving him, it’s all I can think of. Saint or sinner, I’ll win her. Death or life, I’ll protect him. Truth or lie, I’ll save them. Arcadia isn’t prepared for the war its wrought. Good thing I’m a fighter. No one said I’d bow down to an unworthy king.

Here Lives a Corpse is book one of a five-book series. You do have to read all to understand. Each one ends on a cliffhanger. We all have demons, some of us know how to befriend them rather than defy them. They always speak of me… whispers of a devil with a charming smile. But they don’t know me, what truly lies beneath. I’m a monster with the face of a boy, married to the darkness, harvested by the past, and saved by none. My intentions aren’t clear, but the murky water my hopes died in is. I’ll save her since no one else can. She’ll hate the process. They’ll run for their salvation. The Vestige won’t take any prisoners. Taking away her choices wasn’t intentional, tying her hands wasn’t permanent, but stealing every part of her that matters was always my goal. In the end, I’ll demolish the meek castle they’ve built, proving that the fixer will always outwin the weak. Screw princes and kingdoms. The devil always played harder and smarter. She’s mine, they’ve only forgotten their place.