I Inherited His Mansion, Not His Love

Dr. Williams was wrong about Marcus having only hours left. He lingered for three days, his enhanced physiology fighting the […]

Agent Sarah Chen was exactly what Clara had expected from Marcus’s description—sharp, professional, and completely unimpressed by the supernatural elements

The stolen boat cut through the dark waters of the bay, its engine muffled by the pre-dawn fog. Clara sat

“What do you mean, I’m already your experiment?” Clara asked, though part of her dreaded the answer. Dr. Crenshaw opened

Clara huddled in the panic room beneath the mansion, Marcus’s confession clutched against her chest as the sounds of violence

Clara stood frozen in the red emergency lighting, watching Marcus transform into something that both terrified and broke her heart.

Clara’s mind reeled as she made her way back to Marcus’s study, the laptop clutched in her trembling hands. The

Clara’s hands trembled as she held the scientific documents, their clinical language describing experiments that sounded more like torture. The

Clara watched in horror as the researchers prepared what appeared to be a final series of tests on the imprisoned

Clara spent the afternoon pretending to paint while actually studying Marcus’s cryptic map. The red ink drawing was crude but