Welcome to Castle Pointe, where the dead never sleep. What does it feel like to kiss death? Being thrust into a town so sinister, corrupted by such malevolence, was never my intent. It was foolish to play with the dead, but so was falling for my cruel, wicked stepbrother. The fact he looked like a God didn’t matter, because I’m almost positive he was my very own devil. His games were deadly, and he terrorized me at every turn. Together we were toxic, but nothing could have stopped me from becoming captivated by his darkness. It may have been thoughtless to mess around with witchcraft, because I didn’t realize death would cling to me at every turn. I wouldn’t be able to escape it, no matter how desperately I tried. I should have listened when they told me, The dead never sleep in Castle Pointe. Warning: Wicked Little Sins contains information that may be sensitive or triggering to some readers.

When you spark a match in hell, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯? Some wonder how deep the curse runs through Castle Pointe. I never realized the malevolent roots are embedded into every fiber of this town. A simple game turned into devastation, wreaking havoc upon us, spreading it’s wickedness through our veins. Haunting us around every turn. Death rises. Evil corrupts. Fear consumes us. The only thing more frightening than death is my enemy. 𝘍𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘹 𝘗𝘰𝘳𝘵. His sharp tongue tempts me, his rough touch consumes me. He’s maddening and ruthless, and his games are dangerous. Yet, as the horror of this eerie town becomes a weight on our shoulders, he’s the one I find solace in. Until the moment history comes back to haunt us, and the truth comes to light. Some secrets are better left buried with the dead. 𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙋𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚. This isn’t the end, not even close. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.