Alina Brooks needed a fresh start.A cheap house at the edge of nowhere seemed like the perfect place to finish her novel—quiet, isolated, and free from distractions. But from the moment she steps inside, something feels… off.There’s a typewriter waiting for her.She didn’t bring it.At first, it seems like a blessing. The words come easier. The story flows. But soon, the pages begin to appear on their own—written in her voice, telling a story she doesn’t remember writing.Then the story starts coming true.Every page predicts something.Every chapter takes something.And when people around her begin to disappear—forgotten by everyone but her—Alina realizes the truth:The house isn’t helping her write.It’s writing her.Now trapped in a story that rewrites reality itself, Alina must uncover the dark history buried within the walls before the final page is finished.Because once the story ends…So does she.

I woke up in a house that wasn’t mine…with a family that swore I belonged to them.They knew my name.My past.My secrets.Everything… except the one thing I couldn’t remember.Him.The boy who looks at me like I’m already his…and like loving me is the worst mistake he’s ever made.The more I remember, the more dangerous the truth becomes.Because I wasn’t just in an accident…I was running from something.And if I fall for him again…This time, it might actually kill me.