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I manage to ask, though my voice cracks. \u201cWhy me?\u201d It tilts its head, like an animal hearing something peculiar. \u201cBecause you called to me,\u201d it says simply. \u201cYour loneliness, your hunger\u2026 They reached me. And now\u2026 Now we play.\u201d I smell something putrid. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself to wake up, to shake off whatever nightmare this is. But when I ball my fists up, my fingers dig little crescents into my palm. And it hurts. I feel pain. Shit. Shit. My eyes widen in horror as I come to the realization that this truly isn\u2019t a fucking dream.<\/p>\n

White flurries brush past my eyes and land in my hair that billows in front of me. I tilt my gaze up from my feet to catch its sly look. Or at least, that\u2019s the only thing I can describe as its eye sockets are black. \u201cYou aren\u2019t real.\u201d I take a step back, but in an instant it closes the distance between us again. Its clawed nails grip my arms, and I gasp as the cold surges through me. My knees buckle, but it doesn\u2019t let me fall.<\/p>\n

Instead, it pulls me closer, its skeletal chest pressing against me, the ridges digging into my skin. \u201cThere\u2019s no need to be afraid anymore, Little Frost. I am here.\u201d I shake my head, pushing against its chest, praying that a bone inside of it snaps. \u201cI don\u2019t want this,\u201d I cry out.<\/p>\n

It laughs again. The hand not resting on my hip slowly creeps up my neck. \u201cEvery lonely thought, every desperate wish. I felt them. I felt you. And now, you\u2019ll feel me.\u201d My breath hitches as its hand closes around my throat, putting pressure on the sides as it presses me against the wall of the cabin.<\/p>\n

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Emery North, a reclusive author plagued by insomnia and creative burnout, retreats to an isolated cabin in the frozen wilderness, seeking solace and inspiration. Soon she finds herself confronting the darkness within and deciding whether to resist, or succumb to, the pull of the creature that calls her \u201cLittle Frost.\u201d OceanofPDF.com Playlist \u201cBury a Friend\u201d – Billie Eilish \u201cDark Paradise\u201d – Lana Del Ray \u201cEverybody Wants to Rule the World,\u201d(Cover) – Lorde \u201cHow\u201d – Florence + The Machine OceanofPDF.com Content Warning This book contains mature themes that may be distressing to some readers.<\/p>\n

It is intended for adult readers (18+). Reader discretion is advised. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The story does not condone or glorify harmful behavior. For a full list of triggers please visit: https:\/\/ktmaddan.com\/pages\/contentwarnings OceanofPDF.com For those who long to be consumed by love. Even if it means following a 7 foot dear skull creature straight into a blizzard. Are we really this desperate for a man to cherish us? OceanofPDF.com Author\u2019s Note Dear Reader, Devour is an erotic horror novella that weaves sensuality with terror.<\/p>\n

It explores the unsettling depths of human vulnerability. This story draws inspiration from myths of primal, predatory beings that lurk in the wilderness\u2014creatures that whisper in the wind and stalk those who dare to wander too far. While folklore has long spoken of entities that embody hunger and the loss of humanity, this is not a retelling of any traditional legend. Instead, it is a wholly fictional creation, shaped to fit a narrative that blends horror and erotica in ways that unsettle and seduce.<\/p>\n

Out of respect for Indigenous cultures and their sacred stories, I have deliberately avoided direct adaptation of any specific beliefs or beings. This novella exists in a world of its own\u2014a distorted reflection of the fears that come with isolation, obsession, and the temptation to surrender to something darker than oneself. Be warned: Devour is a tale of obsession, hunger, and the fragility of humanity when confronted by the unknown. As always, I do not guarantee a HEA, but it is a short, little novella that will have you questioning things near the end.<\/p>\n

For those drawn to the uncanny, the grotesque, and the seductive, this book is for you. But tread carefully. There\u2019s no guarantee of escape. Don\u2019t get hunted. OceanofPDF.com T Prologue hey have called it many things over the centuries.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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