Blurb：
In the neon-lit shadows of a reality-bending world, **Elara Fallon**—the last Oracle of Fallon Creek—hides a terrifying secret beneath her gentle livestream persona. When her detective boyfriend **Nate Maxwell** vows to solve a series of grotesque deaths linked to her "emotional wellness" channel, their love becomes a lethal game of cat and mouse.
Every whispered wish on Elara’s stream twists into a curse, from trolls hemorrhaging with phantom periods to corrupt families collapsing under their own lies. But Nate’s investigation digs dangerously close to the truth: Elara’s **Word**, an ancient power condemning those who scorn her kindness. As bodies pile up with eerie ties to her viewers’ darkest desires, Nate’s own family emerges as her final target.
Can a detective outsmart an Oracle rewriting reality itself? Or will Nate’s pursuit of justice unravel a supernatural revenge decades in the making? Secrets crackle like static in this addictive blend of **paranormal suspense**, **romantic betrayal**, and the high-stakes consequences of every breathless "_May you get everything you deserve._"
Content：
§PROLOGUE“I wish this moment could last forever,” Nate Maxwell murmured, his voice a low rumble against Elara Fallon’s ear.
The rain beat a soft rhythm against the windowpane, a counterpoint to the steady thrum of his heart beneath her cheek.
Outside, the city was a blur of neon and glistening asphalt, but in here, wrapped in his arms and the scent of his worn leather jacket, the world felt impossibly small, impossibly safe.
A sharp, cold pang, like a needle prick to the soul, shot through her.
It was the price of his words, the toll her power exacted for even the most innocent of wishes.
The Word.
The ancient, reality-bending force that flowed in her veins, a legacy and a curse from the Oracles of Fallon Creek.
It heard everything.
She pressed closer, burying her face in his chest, trying to smother the chilling truth.
This man, this good, honest detective who believed he was falling for a gentle soul who streamed wellness tips online, was in love with a weapon.
And that weapon was aimed squarely at the heart of his own family.
The moment wouldn’t last forever.
She would make sure of it.
§01
During my livestream, a man, pretending to be a woman, connected for a co-stream.
"I've had my period for over twenty years, and I never use pads," his simpering, digitally altered voice announced to the thousands of viewers on AuraStream.
"I just stuff some paper down there. Saves money, saves resources, and I'm still alive and kicking."
He paused for effect, the manufactured sweetness in his tone turning sour.
"And you know, you don't really need to rest after giving birth. I had a C-section, and the very next day, I was washing my husband's underwear and making him dinner. He was so moved he cried."
No one knew they were listening to a confessional.
No one knew this was a judgment hall.
And no one knew that in my presence, every word spoken becomes truth.
I run an emotional wellness stream, a sanctuary where I help people navigate their troubles.
Countless women had called in, sharing their intimate stories of heartache and betrayal, and I had patiently offered solutions for each one.
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