She

She doesn’t hunt you.
She doesn’t chase you.
She waits until you invite her in.

Gabriel Kendrick is already unraveling—divorced, exhausted, living in the quiet aftermath of a life that didn’t turn out the way it was supposed to. When a woman enters his world offering understanding, companionship, and the soft relief of being seen, he believes he’s found something human in the wreckage.

He hasn’t.

As men across the city are discovered dead—alone, hollowed, their hearts gone—Gabriel begins to notice the fractures forming in his own reality. Mirrors lie. Sleep becomes dangerous. The apartment itself seems to breathe. And the woman beside him is not what she pretends to be.

She is a slow, intimate descent into psychological and supernatural horror—a story about predation disguised as comfort, manipulation mistaken for love, and an ancient hunger that survives by wearing familiar faces. Drawing on themes of gaslighting, emotional erosion, and the terror of realizing too late that you were never alone, this novel blurs the line between memory and nightmare.

This is not a story about escape.
It’s about recognition.
About the moment you understand that the danger didn’t break in—

You let it stay.

Dark, unsettling, and relentless, She is a novel for readers who prefer their horror quiet at first…
and impossible to forget.