First’s three chapter’s in new book, will try and update chapters regularly.

The alarm wasn’t supposed to go off yet. Sarah's heart raced as she blinked at the harsh red digits glowing on her bedside table: 3:00 AM. She groaned, pushing the blankets off her body and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. It was too early for this. 

Clara blinked awake, her heart racing, as the remnants of the dream faded like morning mist. She lay still for a moment, the sunlight filtering through the lace curtains, casting intricate patterns on her quilt. The dream had felt so real—so vivid. In it, she had stood at the edge of an endless ocean, waves crashing against the shore, each swell a whisper of secrets and forgotten memories. 

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow upon the ancient city of New Orleans. Lorelei Devereaux, a young woman of extraordinary beauty, found herself drawn to the heart of the French Quarter. She had always been captivated by the enigmatic charm of the city, its rich history and the whispers of the supernatural that lingered in the air. 

Nestled amidst rolling hills and ancient forests, Barkley had always borne a mysterious air, harboring secrets within its weathered walls. Its once-thriving communities now lay deserted, an eerie hush settling upon each empty home and forgotten street. Some whispered that an otherworldly presence had driven the townsfolk away, while others believed it was simply the work of time and an encroaching modern world.

Mark was a busy man, running his own business and overseeing a