Stalking Stella: A Dark Taboo Romance

Some places aren't meant to be found. INVITE ONLY. It welcomes the wicked and rewards silence. Questions don't belong here.

The Curator

For years, I embodied the role with conviction: a French curator presiding over a wax museum. But for me, it was never just about the art. Each grin was a reminder why I exist: to steal smiles off real monsters - ones still breathing.

But masks crack, and mine drew the wrong kind of attention. I should have disappeared before the scent of blood hit his nostrils. Before obsession replaced orders.

The Diplomat

I'm the man he sends in when silence is more lethal than lead. I close deeds, erase loose ends, and clean mess before anyone notices the stain. Everyone's happy. My instructions were clear: Find her. Kill her. But then she smiled and the plan started to bleed.

This book is a horromance. Please check the content warning.