Seams of Twilight

It started with two antique dolls.No names. No warnings. Just glass eyes and the kind of silence that watches.Since then, I’ve been missing time.Waking up in clothes I don’t remember putting on.Eating meals I don’t recall making.Smiling with someone else’s mouth.My therapist says it’s dissociation. A trauma response.But trauma doesn’t leave bite marks on your thighs.Doesn’t whisper in your voice.Doesn’t make your hands move without permission.They say I’m unraveling.But I’m not so sure.Because someone is taking care of me.Feeding me. Bathing me. Touching me like they own every inch of skin I used to call mine.And when I close my eyes, I feel them watching.Loving.Waiting.The world used to worship them.Now, they worship me.Maybe I’m insane.Maybe I’m possessed.Or maybe this is what devotion really feels like.Either way… my body isn’t mine anymore.And the worst part?I’m starting to like it.Welcome to the Bound by Stitches universe.This standalone dark romance follows a girl who isn't sure if she's haunted, delusional, or chosen—and the porcelain dolls that might just be gods.Seams of Twilight is a descent into unreliable narration, possession-as-devotion, and belief as power. With haunting intimacy, fractured reality, and worship that borders on obsession, this is a story stitched together by shadows, whispered promises, and golden-threaded madness.Each book in the series stands alone, exploring a new heroine, a new haunting, and the doll—or dolls—who refuse to stay quiet.Read in any order. Believe at your own risk.