Some nights don’t explode. They end quietly. And that’s worse. After the confrontation in Chapter 11, the house stopped feeling […]

Secrets don’t usually explode. They fracture. Slowly. Silently. Until one decision finally pushes everything past repair. After the storm in

Secrets feel thrillinguntil they stop feeling safe. By the time we reached this point, it wasn’t the attraction that scared

When suspicion enters a house,it never really leaves. It lingers in the silence. In the pauses between questions. In the

We thought surviving last night made us stronger. It didn’t. It made us careless. Because once you escape being caught,you

We said we wouldn’t stop. That was the mistake. Because once a line is crossed willingly,the next one feels easier.

If Chapter 5 was the choice,this was the consequence. I didn’t sleep that night. Not because I regretted what I’d

The house didn’t feel the same after that conversation. Not louder.Not quieter. Just different. Like the walls had absorbed what

The morning after that night was quiet. Too quiet. I woke before sunrise, wrapped in tangled sheets and a restless

I didn’t expect breakfast to feel like a battlefield. But there we were — sitting across from each other at