Pretty Monster

About this book

Im addicted to my stalker.He watches me at night sneaking in through my living room window and making my blood turn to ice. I feel him all around me as chills snake down my spine. Each night he becomes bolder getting closer and welcoming himself into my bedroom feeding his addiction.When I feel the warmth of his skin brushing over mine I pretend to sleep terrified of what he plans to do with me. But when he touches me my whole body comes alive.Ive never seen his face and dont even know his name but I want to. Every part of me knows this is wrong but I cant bring myself to lock the window to tell him no.He thrills me but living life on the edge doesnt come without consequences.Hes sick in the head addicted to this infatuation and obsessed with his messed-up mind games. But maybe Im just as sick as he is because whether I like it or not Im addicted to my stalker.