
Step Into the Shadows: Where the Mind is the True Monster
Welcome to the dark corridors of my imagination, where every page is a whisper, every character a secret, and every plot twist a trapdoor waiting to open beneath your feet.
This is the home of my Psychological Thrillers, Horror, and Mystery Novels, stories that peel back the layers of the human mind, revealing the fragile line between sanity and something far more sinister.
Here, nothing is ever as it seems.
Beneath the polished surface of polite smiles and warm front porches lie obsessions, betrayals, suppressed memories, and unspeakable truths. I write to stir something deeper than fear, I write to awaken the haunting familiarity of the unknown that already lives within us.
My thrillers don’t just chill the spine, they provoke the soul.
My mysteries aren’t puzzles to solve, they’re mirrors to hold.
And the horror? It isn’t found in jump scares or bloodshed... but in the slow, deliberate unraveling of trust, identity, and reality itself.
Each novel is an invitation to:
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Step into the shoes of a mind slowly losing grip
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Peer into small towns with big secrets
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Follow clues only to discover that you’re part of the mystery
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Confront the monster… and realize it might be you
These are tales for lovers of darkness, for seekers of stories that linger like perfume in an empty room, for readers who dare to question not just what happens, but why we’re drawn to the darkness in the first place.
So turn the page.
If you dare.
Because once you enter these stories…
They don’t let go.


Where the Pretty Girls Go:
A Novel of Obsession, Survival, and the Girls Who Were Never Meant to Be Found
A Novel of Obsession, Survival, and the Girls Who Were Never Meant to Be Found
In the neon-lit shadows of Tampa’s underbelly, the pretty girls vanish. No one looks for them. No one asks why. No one thinks twice, except Jules.
Jules is a trans woman navigating survival in a world that sees her as disposable. Hardened by the streets but still carrying the fragile hope of connection, she crosses paths with a man whose secrets are buried deeper than the girls who came before her. Christopher is polished, respected, and beloved, a father, a husband, a surgeon. But when darkness scratches at the surface of his perfect life, what emerges is something far more terrifying than Jules could have imagined.
Told in lyrical, hypnotic prose that blurs the line between horror and heartbreak, Where the Pretty Girls Go is a psychological descent into the mind of a killer, and the unlikely bond that threatens to unravel his meticulously controlled world. As the story unfolds through dual perspectives and deeply immersive character studies, the reader is pulled into an emotional storm of obsession, power, identity, and the haunting fragility of redemption.
This novel is not just about monsters. It’s about what happens when a woman who was never meant to survive refuses to disappear quietly.
Raw, provocative, and deeply human, Where the Pretty Girls Go is a literary thriller that gives voice to the invisible and a name to the fear no one wants to speak aloud. It’s for the girls they forgot. The ones they never came to save.
Trigger Warnings: This book contains depictions of violence, trauma, sexual abuse, and psychological manipulation. Recommended for mature readers.

The Fifth Window: The Soul He Couldn't Bury
Lyra is a woman unraveling—slowly, exquisitely, horrifyingly.
When trauma counselor Lyra Monroe steps into her new apartment, she isn't just moving in. She's crossing the threshold into a waking nightmare. The space is cold, sterile, and impossibly silent. But it isn’t the slick, soulless furnishings or the whispering shadows that unnerve her. It’s the five windows.
Each one doesn't just look out into the world; they look into her. Into her past. Her carefully constructed facade. Her rawest fears. Her unraveling mind. And the fifth? The fifth window isn't glass at all. It's a sealed wall of crumbling brick that pulses with ancient dread and unspeakable secrets.
Behind that wall lies something monstrous. Something impossible. Something familiar.
Reality fractures as Lyra pries open the sealed window, unleashing a vision soaked in blood and impossible memory. She sees herself, or a twisted version of herself, standing over a butchered man, knife in hand, calm as the grave. But there’s no body. No weapon. No proof. Only a phantom scent of blood, a haunting vision etched into her bones, and the terrifying question: is it madness, prophecy, or memory?
Now, a chilling connection to her childhood reemerges: a photograph of a haunted boy, a forgotten diary mirroring her present torment, and a missing window sketched in crayon, a window that never existed. The deeper she digs, the more monstrous the truths become. Trust is a dying thing, and those closest to her may be orchestrating her descent.
Her mentor, Dr. Albright, once a source of comfort, now exudes calculated menace, his words echoing with a manipulative chill. Her apartment, once sanctuary, mutates into a war room, every object pulsing with dread. Childhood drawings, blood-stained visions, and haunted photographs converge in a puzzle too terrifying to comprehend.
And then, the attic. A trunk. A diary. A name: Dr. Elias Thorne. The mastermind behind Project Chimera.
Her life was not lived but constructed. The memories, implanted. The relationships, manipulated. Her identity, fractured into a thousand weaponized pieces. The experiments she uncovers didn’t just bend her perception, they obliterated it.
Now she’s caught between ghostly visions, twisted timelines, and manufactured realities, each recovered memory a scalpel to the soul. Trapped in a psychological maze with no center, she fights to reclaim her truth, but the truth may be the most dangerous weapon of all.
The Fifth Window is a chilling blend of psychological horror and supernatural suspense. With echoes of Black Swan, Hereditary, and The Haunting of Hill House, this novel invites readers into a reality where trauma twists perception, memory is a weapon, and the most terrifying monsters wear our own faces.

