Every haunting starts with a girl...

no one believed.

Motorcycle Club | American-Mexican FMC | Friends-to-Enemies-to-Lovers | Bullying

Reverse Harem (MFMMM)

Harlow Elorduy in Remnant Revenge by MJ Signe

At fifteen, they buried my father.
At sixteen, they buried me too... they just didn't know it yet.
At twenty-five, I clawed my way out of the grave they put me in.

My father died for a betrayal he never committed, and I was the only soul who knew the truth.

No one listened.

Within a year, my mother was in the murderer's bed, and the four boys I'd loved my whole life had already started digging my grave.

Link. Crow. Slater. Mick.

They didn't protect me. They broke me. Buried me alive in silence and obedience, in a cage built by the same men who orphaned me. So I did the only thing a dead girl can do.

I vanished. Became a rumor. A cold spot in a room.

A name they were afraid to say out loud.

A ghost.

And I've haunted them every night since.

They drank to forget me, only to dream of me instead. They reached for other girls and felt my hands. They lived knowing my memory would haunt them to their graves. And they swore I was gone... but you can't bury something already dead.

Except now my ghost is standing in their doorway. Healthy. Cared for. Impossible.

They want to know where I've been, who kept me breathing, and whether I'm the innocent girl they wronged… or the thing that's been watching them from the dark this whole time.

I'm not here to be laid to rest. I'm not here to forgive or to resurrect what we were.