{"id":256161,"date":"2026-07-13T14:33:41","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T11:33:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/claimed-by-a-quite-monster-kiara-hoyle\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T14:33:41","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T11:33:41","slug":"claimed-by-a-quite-monster-kiara-hoyle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/claimed-by-a-quite-monster-kiara-hoyle\/","title":{"rendered":"Claimed By A Quite Monster – Kiara Hoyle"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I groggily awoke from my sleep, my body feeling lighter than it had in a long time. Too light. My mind immediately replayed the night before, heat creeping up my neck. I couldn\u2019t believe I did that. Mak had been gentle but firm, patient but in control.<\/p>\n

He let me lead, but somehow still held everything steady. I smiled to myself just for a second. Then panic crashed in. My hand moved across the bed, searching for warmth that wasn\u2019t there. The space beside me was cold. Empty. \u201cGreenlynn, you\u2019re so stupid,\u201d I whispered to myself. Did I scare him away? Did he only want one thing?<\/p>\n

No, he told me I didn\u2019t have to. I was the one who pushed. I always push when I finally feel something good, like I\u2019m trying to sabotage it before it can leave me first. It\u2019s my fault. My chest tightened, breath coming faster than I could control. Tears burned at my lash line, spilling over before I could stop them. What is wrong with me? By the time the panic fully took hold, I was crying\u2014quiet at first, then shaking, the kind that feels like it starts in your bones.<\/p>\n

My thoughts spiraled, every fear I\u2019d ever buried clawing its way to the surface. Then the door opened. I looked up just in time to see Mak step in, a small smile already on his face\u2014one that vanished the second he saw me. The tray in his hands was set down without care as his expression shifted completely. Concern.<\/p>\n

Focus. Urgency. He crossed the room in seconds and dropped to his knees in front of the bed, hands hovering like he didn\u2019t want to scare me. \u201cHey. Hey,\u201d he said softly. \u201cWhat happened? What\u2019s wrong? Why are you crying?\u201d I tried to speak, but my throat closed. I shook my head instead, embarrassed, overwhelmed, scared of saying the wrong thing and confirming everything I feared. Mak didn\u2019t rush me.<\/p>\n

He sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that I could feel his presence without it being too much. One hand came up slowly, brushing my cheek, wiping away tears like it was the most natural thing in the world. \u201cI just went to get breakfast,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cI wasn\u2019t leaving.\u201d A sob slipped out before I could stop it, and I finally looked at him\u2014 really looked. No walls.<\/p>\n

No defenses. \u201cI thought\u2026 I thought I messed everything up,\u201d I admitted, my voice cracking. \u201cI woke up, and you were gone, and I just\u2014my brain went places it shouldn\u2019t.\u201d Mak\u2019s jaw tightened, not in anger, but something deeper. He leaned his forehead against mine, grounding me. \u201cGreenlynn,\u201d he said, low and steady, \u201cyou didn\u2019t scare me. You didn\u2019t push me away.<\/p>\n

And you didn\u2019t do anything wrong.\u201d His thumb traced slow, calming circles against my skin.<\/p>\n

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No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in reviews or scholarly works. This is a work of fiction.<\/p>\n

Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author\u2019s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This book contains mature themes, explicit language, and scenes intended for adult readers. Reader discretion is advised. First Edition ISBN: Cover design and interior formatting by Kiara Hoyle Printed in the United States of America 1kitap1.com\/en Dedication Dedicated to the ones who survived loving monsters\u2014 and to those who learned that even the quiet ones can protect, break and love just as fiercely.<\/p>\n

1kitap1.com\/en Trigger Warning! This book contains mature and potentially distressing content. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Claimed By A Quiet Monster includes themes and depictions of: Graphic violence and threats of violence Gun violence and murder Physical assault Psychological manipulation and control Possessive behavior and power imbalances Emotional abuse and verbal aggression Trauma responses related to grief and loss Childhood trauma and parental death Infidelity-related distress (perceived and emotional) Sexual content and explicit scenes Mental health struggles, including panic, anxiety, and emotional breakdowns (mention of self-harm) Criminal activity and organized crime elements Emotional, psychological, physical, and sexual abuse (on-page and referenced) Incest (referenced) These themes are integral to the story and character development, but may be triggering for some readers.<\/p>\n

Please prioritize your well-being. Take breaks when needed and discontinue reading if the content becomes overwhelming. Thank you for taking care of yourself while reading. 1kitap1.com\/en Acknowledgements This book was not written alone. It was written in late nights, heavy thoughts, quiet prayers, and moments where I almost put the pen down and didn\u2019t pick it back up again. So first, I want to thank God for giving me the strength to create even when my spirit felt tired, and my heart felt full.<\/p>\n

There were days this story carried me just as much as I carried it. To my family, thank you for loving me through every version of myself. For your patience, your prayers, and your unwavering support. A special thank you to my Mommy, for always encouraging me to write and dream\u2014just don\u2019t read this book, Ma.<\/p>\n

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