I'm different. There's a darkness that stirs restless in my soul. It craves blood and violence then feeds off of my anger and despair. I can control it... most of the time. I can starve it, but I cannot starve myself. Because it's not just the darkness that craves these things... I do, too. My mother grounded me and helped calm the storm, now she's dead and everything changed. My life is now lived through red hued glasses and anger simmers just under the surface. Until him... Now my dark soul craves his and I won't let anything come between us, even if I have to kill... with my bare hands.
It’s coiled so tight. Wrapped around my very soul, the tendrils of hate burning incessantly as they burrow deeper. The darkness has claimed me for its own… and I refuse to disappoint it. The blood of my father has coated my hands along with a few others, but I won’t stop now. This is only the beginning and I have a list of wrongs that I need to make right. I will do anything to protect the ones I love… even if it means more blood on my hands.
Unloved from birth. Born into chaos and raised by hatred... my heart beats only to survive. The thin line between life and death swings precariously back and forth, And I close my eyes as I take the next step. Long lost feelings of belonging and love threaten to resurface... until I'm reminded of the monster that lurks just under the surface. The suffering beast lies in wait... for the perfect moment to claim what was always his. **TRIGGER WARNING** Past sexual abuse of a minor, murder, attempted suicide
If I ever find my way to redemption, I can only hope the path there was worth it. I want to believe it'll be worth my weary body and tortured mind. A place filled with peace and forgiveness. But if it's not... I hope I find my way right back to where I am, Because I may be weary, my mind tortured, and my soul black... But my heart is full and I am surrounded by those who love me. This life may be hell, But you can be damn sure it's a hell of my own making.
I'm back in Whitsborough, A boring town where nothing ever happens. Two years of boarding school didn't reform me and now I'm trapped with a loving family. Forced to be a daughter and a big sister, This is my punishment. Being back here leaves me with no other choice but to face my demons. Like the sounds of her screams (I'm like a ticking time bomb), And the warmth of her blood (I'm on the cusp of exploding). Then there's him. He's filled with hatred and a burning need to hear my screams, feel my blood. He's looking for vengeance and only I can give it to him. I got out once and I can do it again. Even if the cost is more than I can pay.
Why am I so angry? Why does the need to make another bleed reside within me? Easy, genetics right? I’m nothing like my mother and my father is dead. Now what? Whitsborough is a town that’s shiny on the outside but rotting on the inside. Unearthing one secret here means digging through hundreds of others to reach it. Finding my father’s secret would change everything. My training is helping to keep my rage in check, But my mind is fixated on the one thing I can’t have. Catalina Delgado, Cartel Princesa. She’s a human weapon trained for mass destruction, And I’m designed to self-destruct. Where’s our safe place? Or are we destined to forever be alone?
People spend their lives searching for meaning and then dying a decrepit mundane. Some are a little more prominent than others but all are boring. My life was an endless reel of days, hours, and minutes. Life passed in slow motion and each day bled into the next. I wanted to stop being mundane but nothing called to me and Whitsborough has a way of sucking the extraordinary out of you. Now I’m handed a legacy and I feel like I’ve found my meaning. My life is no longer mundane and nothing is strictly black or white. It’s all vibrant splashes of red and Black Slaughter.
Everything about me is a sham. I’ve been living with my own lies for so long, I don’t even know who I am. This role I’ve been playing is becoming boring and the man I’m turning into feels like a stranger. With each deception I dole out, another five are needed to keep the truth hidden, and it’s all teetering on a weak foundation. My life is like a house of cards, and the wind blows pretty strong here in Whitsborough, constantly threatening to scatter my fragile façade. With the sudden appearance of someone from my family’s past, everything comes into focus, and I’m tempted to exhale the breath I’ve been holding in my chest. Just to watch those cards land where they may.
Ember Craven is raised by a single mother on the rough streets of The Bronx in New York, runs with gangs and uses her fists to pay the bills. Through tragedy, she’s forced to move to Ontario, Canada with her mother’s sister and husband. These books will lead you through the small town of Whitsborough, filled with wealthy and prestigious individuals, ones whose exteriors shine with a clean brilliance, but their insides are rotten to the core. In a world where money talks and immorality is masked by power, a young woman finds herself caught in a world where her resilience is often tested. Once Ember is pushed too far, she succumbs to her inner villain, and no one is safe from her blade, no matter how much money they have. Take this journey of pain, darkness, finding the light, then ultimately, the road to redemption, and witness just how dark a person can get to protect the people she loves.