CRAVED: SHE TOUCHED THE MONSTER.
READING AGE 18+
HE TOLD HIMSELF HE WOULDN'T TOUCH HER. BUT SHE TOUCHED HIM FIRST.Liam has lived for centuries with blood on his hands and ice in his chest. His father taught him well: never love, never want, never crave. Because craving leads to weakness. And weakness gets people killed.Then Irene happened.Sharp-tongued. Unafraid. Human. She should’ve been a passing shadow in his long, haunted life. But one look, one night, one kiss — and Liam was undone.Now he's fighting the hunger she wakes in him. The thirst for her skin, her pulse, her soul. But if he lets himself fall, his father will finish what Liam won’t dare begin.And if he doesn’t… he might tear her apart anyway.She touched the monster. Now he’s the one who’s bleeding.
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The manor was silent again. Not quiet - silent. The kind that presses on your chest like a weight, the kind that makes the walls feel like they're listening.
Liam stood by the tall window, the glass stained with shadows of the moonlight. A half-empty crystal goblet trembled slightly in his hand. Blood. Cold. Not human. It never tast……
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