โคท ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ช๐ง๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฉ, ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต, ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต.
A gift is not an obligation. It is not a transaction. It is given freely, without expectation.
This book is my gift.
To my first 2,000 followersโthose who have walked with me since the beginning, those who have endured the weight of my long-form works, those who have proven themselves as more than fleeting onlookersโthis is for you. A thank-you, bound in ink and blood. Unlike The Red Ledger, there are no restrictions on comments beyond the expectation of human decency. This space is open, but it is not for the faint of heart.
I have always preferred writing long-form contentโnovellas, novels, stories that devour you whole. The follower specials were once meant to be simple, brief acknowledgments, but I chose to give you more. Instead of a single 15k-word story, I offer entire novels. This is my way of expressing gratitude, not through grand gestures or empty words, but through the raw honesty of my craft.
If you are new, take your time. Read my other works. See if you can endure them. If you remain, you will understand why this book exists.
But understand this: trust is not freely given. It is earned. This is why I will not be writing follower specials beyond this for some time. I do not write for money. I do not write for clout. I do not write to be treated as a content machine. I write because I choose to share my work, and because I know that for some, these stories are more than just fiction. They are a form of catharsis, of escape, of something deeper.
And so, I give you Corpus Delicti.
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๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐๐๐ญ:
โฆ ๐๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ.
Long-form stories, from novellas to full-length novels, steeped in darkness, desire, and despair.
โฆ ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ญ๐ก๐๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง.
Six or more love interestsโsome worship, some ruin, none let go. Fandom, original, or both.
โฆ ๐๐ฑ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐, ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ข๐ญ ๐ง๐จ๐ง-๐๐จ๐ง & ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐.
No soft edges. No mercy. No illusions of loveโonly hunger, power, and control. This is horror.
โฆ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ซ.
Lust and terror entwined, a nightmare dressed in ecstasy. You will be devoured.
โฆ ๐๐ง ๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐ญ.
You will suffer. You will break. You will feel everything.
โฆ ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ซ.
Not a passive victim. You endure. You defy. You fightโeven when all is lost.
โฆ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ก๐๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.
You will love them. You will hate them. You will never forget them.
โฆ ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฒ, ๐ข๐ง ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ.
No happy endings. Only inevitability.
This book is not for everyone. It does not beg for approval. It does not ask for understanding. It simply is.
For those who remain, welcome. And thank you.
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โฆ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ. The tag list is exclusively reserved for long-time followers I trustโthose who have consistently engaged with my long-form works and proven their presence beyond fleeting interest. New readers will not be added. Unlike The Red Ledger, comments are unrestricted except for basic human decency and respect. This is a space for those who understand my contentโs weight. Trust is earned, not given freely.
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โฆ ๐๐จ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ก ~ ๐๐ ๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐๐ซ ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ข๐๐ฅ โฆ (๐๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ)
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โ โโโโฑเผบโฏโฐโฏเผปโฐโโโโ
โฆ ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฆ ~ ๐๐ ๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐๐ซ ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ข๐๐ฅ โฆ (๐๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ)
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