The Strings Beneath Her Skin: a Dark Gothic Carnival Romance Marionette Covenant Book

Written by the NarratorThey call her the Marionettist—a porcelain queen of string and sorrow, who dances her tragedies before crowds of lusting men and broken women. But I know her better than that. I know what bleeds beneath her corsets and what screams behind her stitched-up smiles. Lysaria Vale does not simply tell stories… she summons them.Welcome to the Velvet Carnival, where nothing is what it seems, and no one leaves untouched. It appears only at night, swallowing towns whole in its silken devourings, and beneath its painted canvas live monsters draped in silk, lovers dressed as liars, and girls sewn back together with thread made of want.Three are dead.And none of them matter more than the next.Corven Reiss arrived with hands full of secrets and fog in his eyes. Dagen throws his knives like love letters. Edrik Pale—the Ringmaster who once held her heart in his fist—lets it all unfold as if this were fate’s design, not his own orchestration.But the blood on the ground tells a different story. And so do the roses left at her door, the ones hiding severed fingers inside them.You think you’re watching her unravel.But I promise you—she’s only beginning to pull.This is not a love story. This is an unraveling.A marionette’s tale written in bone, stitched in obsession, and orchestrated by hands you haven’t seen yet.I would say I’m sorry.But I’m not.After all…You chose to follow the strings.