Urban legends and myths from around the world will be published here. This book is completed, if you are interested in reading more urban legends - check out book 2!

Haunted: Some stories are best left alone. Hidden beneath thick layers of folded memories lies an old mansion, laced with mysteries, uncertainties and secrets. Accidentally discovering the existence of such a place; the trio who was back home from college for their vacation, decided to have a look around. Never ever did they expected for such turn of events; which lead them to wish and hope they never ever yearned for such an adventure. What do you think might have happened?

[5 in #literasia, 14 in #lesbianstories] It was the twenty-seventh of May when it all began. In a single night, Indira Mistry gave her heart hope, wore it on her sleeve, got it beaten up, drowned it with alcohol, smoked it with cigarettes, poured it out and got it torn through and stepped on, all in the space of a few hours. She was convinced that was where her story ended, where her two-year liking for the only boy she had truly felt this strongly about came to an end. Indira Mistry, after seven double vodka and Cokes, four cigarettes and an almost trip to a strip club, had decided to tell the boy of her dreams things she had been too scared to even admit to herself. But little did she know, her time was just beginning and nothing could prepare her for the summer where she would finally start living for herself.

Rohan Nanda is the yonger son of one of the greatest Indian business tycoons, Ashok Nanda. According to Rohan's family, Rohan was "good for nothing" because he did not like the way of multimillionaires. Rohan always wanted to be free and do what he wanted. He wanted to spend his life like a normal regular person. He was exhausted of the fake smiles and cruelty of the upper class. And the person, who cherished his dream of becoming free was his best friend, Abhi. Abhimanyu Singh was a middle class boy. He lost his parents when he was 2 years old during a car accident. His loving and childless uncle and aunty brought him up. He had several problems in his life, financial problem was one of them. He was hard working. And the only person he loved other than his family was his best friend Rohan. Being gay, he loved Rohan more than a friendly way, but never came between Rohan and his girlfriend, Shanaya Singhania. But on the way of helping Rohan achieving his dream, when their lives took a life and death risk, would Abhi stand beside Rohan? Would he be able to save the life of his love?

It's getting worse. Not now. Why now? It's been dormant for weeks! Naomi thought, squeezing her hand repeatedly into a fist to try to suppress the faint tingling in the tips of her fingers. It was in vain, just as she knew it would be. Once the tingling started it wouldn't stop until the Shift was complete. Please stop, she thought helplessly. Not now, not today! She rounded the last corner and saw her house at the end of the street. The driveway was empty, which meant Naomi's father was still at work, as she knew he would be. The lawn was in desperate need of trimming, and Naomi nearly tripped over one of the garden gnomes decorating the yard that the long grass obscured from her view. The bronze numbers on the front blue door were fading and needed a polish, but Naomi paid them no mind. She dug her key out of her pocket, inserted it into the knob, and slammed the door safely shut behind her, panting like a dog. She barely had time to celebrate that she had made it home in time before the last bits of her feet were swallowed in the tingling feeling and the Shift began. ~~~ Cover by the incredibly talented @mahana258!!!

TL, DR : I have no idea as well.