Hannah Vollitera has always seen the dead. Shadows linger too long around her bed, whispers cling to the ceiling at night, and sleep has never been a place of safety-until she moves into the house everyone else refuses to stay in. That's where Mara lives. She appears in the paralysis between breaths, in the stillness where the body cannot move and the mind cannot scream. To anyone else, Mara is a nightmare-an ancient presence born of fear and sleeplessness. To Hannah, she is something else entirely. A watcher. A protector. A demon who never harms, only holds. Hannah falls first-hard and helpless-drawn to the quiet devotion in Mara's gaze, to the way the demon softens only for her. Mara falls deeper, loving with a possessive tenderness that borders on holy, binding herself to Hannah's sleep so no other darkness can touch her. Mara becomes Hannah's sleep paralysis... and her sanctuary. In a house soaked with terror and nights thick with ghosts, love blooms in the stillness between heartbeats-where a demon chooses one woman, and one woman alone, to guard forever.

Some doors were never meant to be opened. Some shadows were never meant to notice you. Insidiousness Horror is not a story you read-it is a presence that follows you long after you close the book. It feeds on silence. It thrives in darkness. It waits for the moment you're alone and your mind starts listening. Rooms stretch when no one is looking. Whispers crawl through walls with no mouths. Sleep becomes dangerous-because that's when it gets closest. There are no safe characters. No rules that protect you. What watches does not need permission, does not need belief, and does not need you to be asleep to reach you. This is the kind of horror that makes adults sleep with lights on, check behind shower curtains, and question whether that sound in the other room was ever just a sound. Read at night if you dare. Just don't expect to rest afterward.

Elizabeth Cross grew up on black-and-white films, dusty westerns, and the steady comfort of John Wayne's voice filling her living room like a promise. She didn't just admire him-she loved him. Deeply. Recklessly. The kind of love that feels impossible, untouchable, locked away in another era. Until it isn't. When Elizabeth finds herself face-to-face with the man she was never supposed to meet, time folds in on itself. The connection is instant, undeniable, and terrifying in the best way. She knows-knows-that he is her future husband. And somehow... he knows it too. There are no doubts. No hesitation. No slow realizations. Just fate, burning fast and bright, daring them to choose love across time, logic, and reality itself. Because in another life... they were always meant to find each other.

What if a joke wasn't just a joke anymore? "67" spread like wildfire-typed in comments, whispered in videos, laughed off as "just a meme." Most people repeat it without thinking, without asking where it came from or why it stuck. But trends don't go viral by accident, and numbers don't stay meaningless forever. This five-chapter deep dive unpacks how the meme 67 became popular, how repetition strips away caution, and how internet culture can quietly normalize darker ideas beneath humor and irony. Through psychology, digital behavior, and real-world consequences, this book exposes why blindly echoing trends-especially ones you don't understand-can be dangerous, particularly for kids and teens. This isn't about fear. It's about awareness. Because sometimes the most unsettling things online don't look scary at all.

Rachelle Morelle has one rule: men are off-limits. She's unapologetically gay, hopelessly in love with women, and totally unaware that one woman in particular has been quietly obsessed with her for years. Katerina Petrova is gorgeous, chaotic, and impossibly protective-always swooping in whenever Rachelle's world gets messy, which is... often. But Rachelle? She just sees Katherine with the Salvatores, laughs off the flirting, and keeps dodging every clueless guy who thinks they stand a chance. What happens when Rachelle finally realizes Katherine isn't just protective... she's possessive, passionate, and very much hers? Prepare for fastburn tension, steamy encounters, and a rollercoaster of forbidden desire where nothing-and no one-is safe from temptation.

Vivian Bangalore died knowing the ending. Cancer took her from a world where The Vampire Diaries was comfort, escape, and obsession-but death wasn't the end. When she opens her eyes again, she wakes up in Mystic Falls... as herself. Same name. Same soul. Same memories. And every single secret of how this story is supposed to unfold. She knows who will betray who. She knows who will die. She knows which villains wear smiles and which heroes spill blood. What she doesn't know is that fate didn't bring her here to watch. Reborn as a witch of terrifying power, Vivian becomes a living anomaly-someone the universe itself bends around. Canon begins to fracture the moment she arrives. Damon softens without realizing why. Katherine trusts when she never should. People love Vivian easily, instinctively, as if they've always known her. And then there's Esther Mikaelson. The Original Witch. The mother who damned her sons. The woman history remembers as cruel, cold, and unforgivable. Vivian knows Esther's reputation-and assumes the worst. She believes any kindness must hide an ulterior motive. What she doesn't realize is that Esther sees her not as a pawn, but as her pride, her joy, her destined mate. A love so deep it rewrites guilt, grief, and centuries of regret. As Vivian mentors Bonnie, alters fate, and unknowingly heals the fractures Esther buried long ago, the world of The Vampire Diaries shifts into something unrecognizable. Because Vivian wasn't reincarnated by accident. She was chosen. And fate never chooses gently.

Welcome to the moments that weren't supposed to happen. Off Script & Unhinged is a chapter-based blooper book dedicated to the funniest, messiest, and most iconic behind-the-scenes moments from beloved TV shows and movies. Each chapter focuses on a different universe-where lines are forgotten, accents are lost, props betray actors, and laughter absolutely ruins the take. Because perfection is overrated... and chaos is forever.

Forks has always been a town where secrets breathe easier than truth. So when Becka Mikaelson arrives-quiet, guarded, and impossibly old behind the eyes-people feel it before they understand it. She keeps to herself, speaks carefully, and never stays anywhere long enough to be known. Bella Swan, used to being the outsider, doesn't pry. She doesn't chase answers or demand explanations. She simply listens. And somehow, that's what changes everything. From the moment they meet, something settles between them-gentle, unspoken, real. Bella offers Becka patience instead of suspicion, safety instead of curiosity. And Becka, carrying centuries of secrets and a heart she swore she'd never risk again, finds herself drawn to the one person who never asks her to be anything more than she is. As fate quietly tightens its grip, love blooms in the spaces between honesty and silence. Because some connections aren't chosen. They're inevitable.

Marietta Vesbourn doesn't slowly fall into the world of V-Wars-she's thrown into it, body and soul, straight into a war where blood decides who lives and who is hunted. She knows this story. She knows how it's supposed to end. But the moment Michael Fayne looks at her, everything breaks. The pull is instant. Violent. Unmistakable. Not attraction-recognition. Michael is still a vampire. Still powerful. Still feared. He doesn't lose himself to the system, the prisons, or the execution block. Instead, he's already changed when Marietta arrives-because blood has become sacred to him. Intimate. Something he refuses to take from just anyone. Something he's been waiting to share with the person his instincts have been screaming for. Her. The bond snaps into place the first time he scents her. No hesitation. No denial. Michael doesn't fight it-he claims it. Protects it. Protects her. When Marietta lets him feed, it isn't survival. It's trust. It's connection. It's a vow neither of them needs to speak aloud. Danica still finds him. She still wants him. But Michael never even looks her way. Because once a vampire bonds, there is no room for second choices. As the canon timeline unravels and the world pushes back against what they are, Marietta realizes she wasn't brought here to watch the story unfold. She was brought here to anchor him. To be the one thing he won't lose. The one thing he would burn the world down to keep. This isn't a slow descent into love. It's fate striking fast-and refusing to let go.

Kara Winters shouldn't exist-half human, half walker, somehow still breathing, thinking, feeling. She hides her undead side behind wide eyes and quick wit, but the hunger always sits beneath her tongue... a constant whisper for brains. Not innocent ones, though. Kara made herself a rule in this brutal new world: she only feeds on the monsters disguised as men-murderers, abusers, the worst of the worst. When she crosses paths with Merle Dixon-loud-mouthed, rough-edged, sharp-tongued trouble wrapped in sunburn and swagger-she expects a fight. What she doesn't expect is the way he looks at her like she's the most fascinating thing he's ever seen. Or the way her heartbeat stutters every damn time he smirks. Their connection ignites fast, hot, and dangerous. And when Merle discovers she's part walker? He doesn't run. He grins. Turns out the man has a taste for danger... and maybe a taste for being bitten if she's feelin' spicy. Together, they carve out their own savage kind of survival-bloody, intimate, and completely unexpected.