Kings of Terror Series by Natalie Bennett

Seven days of sin. It was said to be a celebration you could experience only once in a lifetime. For people like us, lovers of all things strange, twisted, and morally questionable, it was a claim that couldn’t be ignored. My group of misfit friends and I hopped onto a plane to go and see for ourselves. What we found was a beautiful village that seemed to exist in a world of its own... moreSeven days of sin. It was said to be a celebration you could experience only once in a lifetime. For people like us, lovers of all things strange, twisted, and morally questionable, it was a claim that couldn’t be ignored. My group of misfit friends and I hopped onto a plane to go and see for ourselves. What we found was a beautiful village that seemed to exist in a world of its own. After chilling haunts, creepypastas becoming vividly real, and the hottest one-night stand of my life, I was more than satisfied with our impromptu endeavor. It should’ve ended there. One folk tale was all it took to turn a celebration into a nightmare. Eight of us went into the woods that story warned us never to enter. Guess how many made it back out? **PLEASE NOTE**. This a short prelude to a dark RH standalone. Contains mild drug use, knife/blood play, and heavy PNR elements. less

Kings of Terror. One for misery. Two for despair. Three for the nightmare inside my head. Four for the demons sleeping in my bed. .. A woman like me has no soul to save. I’m the shell of a corpse, my insides rotted and warped. This life I’ve lived has been a mess of sorrow and secrets. It’s led to days spent pretending I’m normal and nights trying to find myself in a murky past I struggle to remember. Little did I know, I never belonged amongst those with a conscience... moreKings of Terror. One for misery. Two for despair. Three for the nightmare inside my head. Four for the demons sleeping in my bed. .. A woman like me has no soul to save. I’m the shell of a corpse, my insides rotted and warped. This life I’ve lived has been a mess of sorrow and secrets. It’s led to days spent pretending I’m normal and nights trying to find myself in a murky past I struggle to remember. Little did I know, I never belonged amongst those with a conscience. I’ve been marked by primeval sovereignty. The monster in my closet and the apparitions watching me from darkened corners are no longer toeing the line between insanity and reality. They're ready to claim what's theirs. They want me to know how skin tastes when it’s between the teeth. They want my body painted in blood, feeling pleasures I’ve never known. I’m their relic with dead eyes and insatiable lust. And once I give in to them, my demons will set me free and lay the world at my feet. DISCLAIMER. This is RH why choose romance with three love interests. Contains strong elements of horror and various content some may find objective. Reader discretion highly advised. less