Sneak peek on Web Shadows - Part 1

When darkness falls, the person you thought you knew may reveal a face you’ve never seen before.

In Web Shadows, secrets don’t hide—they breathe.

Every word cuts like a blade. Every silence carries the weight of danger. How far would you go to protect the one thing you cannot lose?

Would you risk crossing the fragile line between devotion and obsession, between light and the abyss?

Step closer… but know there’s no turning back.

Switch off the lights. Open the book. Here’s a never-before-seen excerpt from the very first chapter… (Inspired by a true story).

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August 15, 2022

The clock ticked, too loud, every second carving a groove in the silence. Amy stood by the window, arms locked around herself, staring at the staircase. The air felt thick, heavy, as if the house itself was holding its breath.

Somewhere upstairs, the children were sleeping—blissfully unaware, cocooned in their dreams.

Upstairs, Jamal’s footsteps paced—slow, deliberate, angry. Their argument had burned through the evening, leaving only ashes and unease. This time, something was different. The look in his eyes, the edge in his voice. Amy shivered, unsure if it was the cold or something else.

He’d gone too far this time. She could feel it in every muscle, every shallow breath.

Her gaze drifted to the clock on the wall.

12:21 AM.

The numbers glowed, sharp and familiar, reflected in the dark glass of the window beside her. For a moment, she stared, letting the symmetry settle in her mind.

She reached for her phone. Her hand hovered, hesitated. For a heartbeat, she closed her eyes, listening to the sound of her own breath.

Then, almost on instinct, she dialed.

“…Help me. He hit me.”

Her voice was barely a whisper, swallowed by the darkness. The words felt strange on her tongue, as if they belonged to someone else. But there was no time to think. Only to act.

As she ended the call, her gaze flicked to the small mirror on the wall, just for a second. She checked her reflection, smoothing her hair, and let her sleeve fall carefully over her wrist.

Sirens in the distance—faint, then growing. Amy pressed herself against the wall, heart pounding. Would Jamal come down? Would he find her before the police did? She wiped a tear from her cheek, refusing to let herself break.

The front door crashed open. Blue and red lights tore across the walls, drowning the room in panic. Officers stormed inside, their voices pierced the air as they moved with fierce, urgent precision.

Jamal emerged at the top of the stairs, his face contorted with confusion and rage. A fresh, jagged cut slashed across his cheek.

“Stay where you are!” an officer barked.

He froze, then crumbled, as his shoulders collapsed. The officers moved in—swift, unyielding—and snapped cold metal around his wrists. Jamal barely had time to protest before they marched him down the stairs, their grip were firm, their presence was filling the hallway with authority.

They forced him out into the night, blue and red lights slicing across the walls as the door slammed shut behind them. Inside, the sudden silence roared like an echo.

Amy pressed herself against the wall, her breath coming in shallow bursts. The house felt at once safer and impossibly empty. Upstairs, the children were still sleeping, untouched by the chaos that had just swept through their home.

Her legs buckled, and she slid to the floor, wrapping her arms tightly around her knees. Relief, guilt, and something darker tangled inside her, impossible to name. Was she safe now? Or had she just unleashed something terrible?

She closed her eyes, replaying the scene in her mind. Every word. Every silence. Every omission. Like a wound that wouldn’t heal.

Outside, the sirens faded into the night. Inside, the clock kept ticking, counting down to whatever came next.