The Consuming Heart

Susan Hill, a woman of unearthly beauty and chilling power, finds love in the most unexpected places—only to end it with a kiss. Cursed by her mother, Susan's existence is a paradox: she thrives on love, yet must destroy those she cherishes to survive. When her sister, Janice, a creature of similar darkness, resurfaces with her own deadly agenda, Susan's world of calculated affection and brutal necessity is thrown into disarray. Can Susan control her lethal desires, or will her unique brand of love consume everything she touches? Dive into a world where beauty hides a killer's heart and every embrace is a step closer to doom.

The Consuming Heart

Susan Hill, a woman of unearthly beauty and chilling power, finds love in the most unexpected places—only to end it with a kiss. Cursed by her mother, Susan's existence is a paradox: she thrives on love, yet must destroy those she cherishes to survive. When her sister, Janice, a creature of similar darkness, resurfaces with her own deadly agenda, Susan's world of calculated affection and brutal necessity is thrown into disarray. Can Susan control her lethal desires, or will her unique brand of love consume everything she touches? Dive into a world where beauty hides a killer's heart and every embrace is a step closer to doom.

The Gold Lounge shimmered with the muted clink of cutlery and the low murmur of conversation, a veneer of civility over the city's pulse. Susan Hill sat across from her latest companion, an "adonis" she'd known for merely two days, her smile captivating. He mistook her amusement for a reaction to his words, oblivious to the carnal thoughts swirling beneath her composed facade.

A waiter arrived, momentarily breaking the spell, taking their orders. As he departed, the man confessed his surprise at her agreement to his offer, marveling at her unparalleled beauty. Susan simply thanked him, her eyes, unseen behind her dark shades, absorbing every detail, every glance from other tables.

After their meal, a playful exchange ensued, his infatuation evident in his inability to tear his gaze away. He spoke of dreams and surreal beauty, asking if she was real. "Yes," Susan affirmed, her smile deepening. Then came the inevitable question, her name. "Susan Hill," she stated.

He then spoke his, and to his surprise, she completed it, along with his surname. His playful inquiry about her knowing so much about him, a feigned gasp about stalking, was met with her usual enigmatic smile. "You won't believe me if I told you," she said, a hint of something ancient in her tone.