Some memories were lost. Others were taken. Mia doesn't remember her life before the accident. Not the people. Not the choices. Not the version of herself she used to be. All she knows is Damon-the perfect boyfriend. The one who never lets her fall. The one who never lets her go. But when a stranger appears and looks at her like he's already lost her once-everything begins to fracture. Because Noah doesn't just recognize her. He remembers her. And the more Mia starts to uncover-the clearer it becomes: This wasn't an accident. Her memories weren't lost. They were taken. And the truth? It's far more dangerous than forgetting.

Renovating an old church should have been just another contract. But as the past slowly awakens beneath stone and scripture, Adrian Walker finds himself drawn into a ritual left incomplete centuries ago. Because faith built the church... and something else learned how to listen. dive into an amazing story that might make you feel like you are one of the characters. 12 in #SCARYSTORIES out of 14.5k stories as of 18-03-2026 🥉 3rd out of 671 stories in #scarydreams as of 19-03-2026 5th out of 708 stories in #sacred as of 19-03-2036 🥈 2nd in #scarystories out of 14.5k stories as of 20-03-2026 🥈2nd in #ritual out of 2.98k stories as of 20-03-2026 🥇1st in #sacred out of 709 stories as of 20-03-2026 🥇1st in #scarydreams out of 670 stories as of 20-03-2026 7th in #scarystories out of 14.5k stories as of 24-03-26 🥉3rd in #scarystories out of 14.5k stories as of 25-03-2026 🥉 3rd in #haunted out 0f 16.3k stories as of 28-03-26 STORYLINE- ME ! @SoumyaNashine cover- @AlexandraLing2000 DO NOT TRY TO REPOST OR COPY MY WORK. OR EVEN IF YOU USE MY CONTENT DON'T FORGET TO MENTION ME.OR ELSE LEGAL ACTION WOULD BE TAKEN. YES IT'S A THREAT!!!!!!!!!

She didn't know him. Had never seen him before. And yet... somehow, she had already caught his attention. Tulia moves through life on her own terms-quietly strong, observant, and entirely unaware of the world watching her. Unaware of him. Lucius is not a man ruled by impulse. He is calculated. Controlled. Untouchable. Until the moment she crosses his path. What begins as a passing curiosity quickly becomes something far more dangerous-an obsession he has no intention of resisting. Because Lucius doesn't chase. He claims. And Tulia? She has no idea she's already his.

When the world collapses overnight, siblings Carissa and Ian are left to survive in a land reshaped by an all consuming force. As they struggle to stay alive, something within them begins to change strange, powerful, and not fully understood. But in a world where survival comes at a cost, not everyone they meet will be worth saving. Updates every wednesday/thursday!

Los Angeles, 1986. The city of bright lights, big dreams, and even bigger heartbreaks. When Nina lands a modeling contract in LA, she's thrown headfirst into a world of flashing cameras, ruthless competition, and a loneliness she never expected. Then she meets Rex - the magnetic lead singer of a rock band on the edge of their big break. He's charming, reckless, impossible to ignore... and exactly the kind of trouble she promised herself to avoid. As Nina fights to survive the brutal modeling industry, builds new friendships, and tries to find her place in a city that never stops moving, one question keeps echoing through the noise: Will she be strong enough to stay true to herself - or will she lose herself in the very dream she came here to chase?

I'm Liliah. Sixteen, almost seventeen. I hate being me. Why? Ten reasons: 1. I'm stuck in Muxleigh - a suffocating seaside town. 2. My mum only cares when it affects her. 3. My step-dad runs our house on fear. 4. I'm failing the person I love most: my six-year-old sister, Forsythia. 5. I don't know who I am... or why I'm here. 6. I attacked the worst boy in town - now I'm hated, and he's still worshipped. 7. My vice? It's leaving scars. 8. My mental health? Apparently I belong in a psych ward. 9. Bexmoore was meant to be a fresh start. It wasn't. 10. I had two chances at something real... and I ruined them both. I'm at breaking point. Hiding in the dirt, literally, I'm not joking. What I hate the most? How alone I feel. Maybe telling my story means someone else won't feel like this. Before it's too late.