About

CC Matthews

Some names are masks. Some masks are mirrors.

CC Matthews writes from the shadows where desire and dread entwine. The work is not meant to comfort—it is meant to linger, to unsettle, to seduce. These stories are whispers in candlelit corridors, the rustle of silk in forgotten rooms, the pulse beneath the bruise.

You won’t find confessions here. You’ll find obsessions. Fragments of hunger, fragments of dream. Gothic bloodlines, dark romance, secrets pressed between pages like dried flowers—beautiful, fragile, and dangerous to touch.

CC Matthews is a storyteller drawn to the places where love and ruin hold hands, where pleasure tastes faintly of poison, where every embrace carries a shadow.

If you’ve found your way here, perhaps you, too, are searching for something mysterious, maybe unnamed.

Welcome. Stay a while. But remember: stories have teeth.