Story Notes

Welcome to The Hunter

Book One of the Lords of Obsession

This isn’t a love story.

This is a bad decision dressed in obsession and ruin.

He’s not the kind you fall for.

He’s the kind you survive.

And her?

She doesn’t stand a chance.

If you came here for soft boys, happy endings, or predictable shit—run.

But if you're into:

– Dangerous men with darker secrets

– Sharp tongues and sharper chemistry

– Power plays, mind games, and bedroom wars

– And a heroine who doesn't break easy

Then turn the page.

Because once this starts, there’s no going back.

This story doesn’t bloom. It bleeds.

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Reader discretion is advised. This ride gets

dark, messy, and unholy fast.

Summary

After graduating, she expected normal. A job. Blazers. Heels. Maybe someone kind to share Sunday mornings and stupid inside jokes. She wanted quiet. Predictable. Not this. Never this. But fate packed its bags and vanished. Because the moment she met him- Her world cracked like a ribcage, And something feral crawled out. She doesn't know his name. Doesn't know where he came from. Only that when their eyes met across the wreckage- She lost her breath. Her grip. Her goddamn mind. He isn't someone you crush on. He's the kind you survive. He doesn't flirt. He doesn't smile. He doesn't chase. But when he looks at you- You run. Or you fall. There's no in-between. And she? She fell. Hard. Fast. Wrong. Because this isn't romance. It's war. A war between peace and the storm that wears a man's face. Where secrets are bullets, the battlefield is a bed, And the only rule is: Don't ask what he's hiding. But secrets don't stay buried- Not when they whisper your name like sin. Not when they leave bruises and paint your soul in portraits you don't remember posing for. She thinks she's smart. She thinks she knows danger. But the truth? Danger saw her first. Years ago. And it never looked away. --- > "You shouldn't fall in love with strangers." "Who said I had a choice?" --- The Hunter isn't a love story. It's a descent. Into obsession. Into madness. Into the kind of passion that doesn't knock- It breaks the door down and sets the house on fire. This is what happens when a girl meets her end. And it smiles. And waits. --- Welcome to Lords of Obsession. Where love doesn't bloom. It bleeds. --- THE HUNTER LORDS OF OBSESSION BOOK ONE