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A medium and a wealthy crooked businessman, both with darkest past met in circumstances. But fate was never wrong. Life has yet proven that love and unbinding fate is always sealed. There is no escaping it, no matter how much they both ran away from it. Warning, this book contains trigger warnings such as death, violence, rape and etc.

For her graduation project, Anne needs to solve a real case. So, she chooses the one that has haunted the town for years: the death of Evelyn Hart. Anne's graduation project was supposed to be simple. Instead it may cost her life. Everyone knew Evelyn. Everybody loved her. And no one known the cause of her tragic death. Determined to uncover the truth, Anne visits Evelyn's abandoned home, a place local children called "The Silent House." Hidden withing it's walls, she discovered a secret room filled with photographs, documents, and evidence that was never meant to be found. As Anne pieces together Evelyn's final days, she realizes something horrifying: Evelyn's death wasn't an accident. She was silenced. Now the deeper Anne digs into the mystery, the clearer it becomes that someone is willing to do anything to keep the truth buried. Because some secrets were never meant to survive their last witness.

Fifteen years ago at the Seoul School of Arts and Music eight young men died. All of them died suddenly and unexpectantly and all died within the year starting from a couple months after the start of the year. Their killer was never brought down. Now Jeon Jungkook a first year student at the university in question sets out to find out what happened to the eight students and why no one was ever convicted. He's heard the rumors and stories and wonders just how much of what he's heard is actually true. He is eventually joined by six other students, his new friends, Namjoon (who doesn't believe in ghosts), Seokjin (Who thought they weren't real but is starting to believe), Yoongi (who believes since going to the school), Hoseok (who believes and has an ability), Jimin (who can see ghosts) and Taehyung (who can feel ghosts but not see them). They soon enough discover they may be in danger. Will they solve the case from fifteen years ago? Will they all make it out alive? Disclaimer: I don't own any of the K-pop bands or artists used. Any mention of real life events is coincidence. Descriptions of attitudes and or personalities does not accurately describe the artists in real life. This is just for entertainment.

Eighteen year old Lilibet lives in a remote mountain mining town where death is common, poverty is constant, and the woods are older than the settlement carved into their edges. The men of the valley spill blood into the soil daily-through mining accidents, brawls, and battles-and the town whispers that dying men always scream for their mothers. Lilibet knows the truth: it is not their human mothers they call for, but the Devouring Mothers, ancient entities beneath the roots who drink spilled blood and claim the dying. Lilibet's life is defined by servitude. Her father and brother rely on her labor while dismissing her intelligence, strength, and independence. The woods are her only refuge, a place where she feels watched but not threatened, and where she senses a pull she cannot explain. Her only softness comes from Hutch, a kind young man who sees her as more than a burden-but even his affection feels like another cage. After a tense dinner where her father reveals he intends to marry her off to the Johnson family, Lilibet breaks. Feeling betrayed and trapped, she flees into the night and crosses the glen she has always respected but never fully entered. As a violent wind rises and the earth seems to breathe beneath her, she experiences a terrifying, surreal moment: she claws at her own throat, feels her blood spill into the soil, and screams "Mother!" before collapsing. She believes she is dying. Instead, she awakens at dawn, uninjured but transformed. Her senses are sharpened, her movements fluid and unnatural, her hair alive with motion. A small orb weaver spider-one she had saved earlier-appears in her palm and behaves impossibly, as though recognizing her. The forest around her shifts, revealing faces and limbs rising from the soil, beckoning her with hunger and welcome. Overcome by an instinct she cannot resist, she consumes the spider, completing a ritual she does not yet understand. Hutch finds her at sunrise, shaken and confused. He insists she was not in

Belle needed a quiet place to paint. What she got... was The House. Described by her cousin as "quaint" and "full of character," the old mansion on the isolated farm is anything but. The house smells like something died in it in 1893 and never quite left. The lights don't work, the clocks don't agree, and the walls seem to whisper when the storm rolls in. Charming. Cut off from the outside world as the weather turns vicious, Belle is not alone. There's a man-warm, strong, kind, and very distracting... except for one small problem: She's not entirely sure he is real. Because this house doesn't behave. Doors don't always lead where they should. Time slips. Shadows remember. And sometimes, the past doesn't just echo-it replays. As old journals, strange dreams, and terrifying moments she can't explain bring together fragments of history, Belle begins to uncover tragedies that were never meant to be buried. But the house isn't just remembering. It's waiting... Funny, haunting, and quietly heartbreaking, The House is a story about love, loss, revenge, and the secrets that refuse to stay buried. This story contains themes of psychological horror, violence, and disturbing imagery. Reader discretion is advised. Genre: Mystery/Humour/Romance This is a work of fiction. Any names or characters, businesses or places, events or incidents are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All rights are reserved by me. Please do not copy or use my work anywhere without my permission. Thank you.

"Who are you?" she asked me exasperated. Her breath uneven, features frustrated. You know me I want to say, I don't reply. I watch her. "Where the hell did you come from?" she staggers in her steps. Tilting sideways, going off balance. I catch her in my arms. Breaking her fall, steadying her. A faraway land of another time, I want to say. Her frustration builds up and my silence only fuels it. With angry tears in her heavenly eyes, she grasps on my shirt. "You haunt me. I close my eyes, I see you. You are always there, but never quite in reach. I can't stop thinking about you. Look at what have you done to me? You made me insane" "Laura" is all I say and she collapses. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Never in all these years, she thought she would see her again. But the beautiful thing about history is, it repeats. And when it does, it is so hauntingly perfect. Then it plays the cards. Same people, Same setting A tale long lost, repeating

***** A gothic Wednesday AU ***** Reichenbach Academy has always thrived on perfection. Pressed Cabernet uniforms. Polished cobblestone. Pristine image. All while something ancient has been buried far beneath its halls. When a student, Daniel Gonzalez, collapses mid-class with glowing, unknown sigils carved into his skin, the administration insists that the situation is contained. But the students know better than to believe them. Thorn Rosales, known for trouble and sarcasm, hears the disturbance long before anyone names it. A song threading through the academy's bones. Xavier Thorpe, haunted by his past at Nevermore, begins drawing the same symbols that have appeared across campus, as if something is guiding his hand. Whether brought together by fate or something far more deliberate, they uncover the truth Reichenbach has spent centuries trying to bury. This is a slow-burn, lore-heavy gothic mystery about power, memory, and the lengths hatred can go. So, Welcome to Reichenbach Academy, where silence is a weapon, and the walls are starting to sing. I am also posting this to royalroad

Twisted Tales: A Descent into Horror Poetry is a dark collection of horror poems filled with nightmares, fear, curses, madness, and the monsters that hide in silence. Each poem is a door. Each verse pulls you deeper. And once you begin the descent... there is no turning away.

Belle needed a quiet place to paint. What she got... was The House. Described by her cousin as "quaint" and "full of character," the old mansion on the isolated farm is anything but. The house smells like something died in it in 1893 and never quite left. The lights don't work, the clocks don't agree, and the walls seem to whisper when the storm rolls in. Charming. Cut off from the outside world as the weather turns vicious, Belle is not alone. There's a man-warm, strong, kind, and very distracting... except for one small problem: She's not entirely sure he is real. Because this house doesn't behave. Doors don't always lead where they should. Time slips. Shadows remember. And sometimes, the past doesn't just echo-it replays. As old journals, strange dreams, and terrifying moments she can't explain bring together fragments of history, Belle begins to uncover tragedies that were never meant to be buried. But the house isn't just remembering. It's waiting... Funny, haunting, and quietly heartbreaking, The House is a story about love, loss, revenge, and the secrets that refuse to stay buried. This story contains themes of psychological horror, violence, and disturbing imagery. Reader discretion is advised. Genre: Mystery/Humour/Romance This is a work of fiction. Any names or characters, businesses or places, events or incidents are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All rights are reserved by me as @MaggieOHighley. Please do not copy or use my work anywhere without my permission. Thank you.

At a café that only appears after midnight, the dead come to say the words they never got to speak. Liz has spent years serving coffee to ghosts, listening to confessions that linger long after closing time. She knows the rules: Ghosts stay until they are ready to let go. Living people never find the café. Until Oliver walks through the door. He doesn't remember how he found the café, why he keeps returning every night, or why his presence feels dangerously wrong. But as the nights pass, Liz realizes one terrifying truth: Oliver is not dead. Not yet. And every night, he remembers a little less of her.

The Cabinet of Fear is a collection of haunting, horror creepypastas that opens the door to quiet dread, fragile darkness, and nightmares that linger long after the final page. Step closer. The Cabinet is already open.

Vaelin awakens-but he is not the first. His mind is not his alone. It is a battlefield, a graveyard of forgotten selves-fractured identities, each born from the last, each shaped by trauma, survival, and unrelenting power. They lived before him. They fought before him. They had pasts, had lives, had purpose-until they vanished into slumber, leaving him to rise in their place. But Vaelin had a life once, too. And now, without warning, he is back, returning to a world that kneels before him yet does not truly know him. The temple whispers, the jungle shifts, and something stirs in the echoes of his mind, pressing him toward truths long buried in the darkness of those who came before. Why did they disappear? Why is he the one who resurfaced? And when the cycle begins again, who will take his place next? Eclipse by the Shadows is a dark fantasy epic exploring fractured identities, power, and the painful legacy of self-creation, where survival is not just about wielding control, but understanding the past that made it necessary.

It starts with a rustle in the hedges... and a gardener shocked into silence. When a girl senses something stalking her garden at dusk, fear is the only thing that makes sense. But as a shadowed figure lingers at the edges of her world - and her silent gardener leaves cryptic warnings - she follows the trail toward the sea and the ruins of a village long claimed by time. There, among broken walls and moonlit stones, she uncovers a past steeped in tragedy and threaded with her own forgotten story. Something is calling her back - something she once knew, something she once loved - if only she can remember what was lost. As the mysteries of then and now collide, she must choose: run from the unknown... or step toward the truth waiting in the dark. The Silent Gardener is a haunting, tender supernatural mystery about fear transcended by curiosity, danger that becomes connection, and a girl brave enough to follow the unknown into the place where she truly belongs.

Du bist mein Geheimnis. Mein einzigstes & größtes. Handsome & Haunting. - Alexis hat keine Ahnung wie man trauert. Bis zu dem Zeitpunkt wo ihre beste Freundin stirbt und sie von Logan's Haus abhauen muss. Etwas was nicht ihre Schuld ist, doch ihr für immer angehangen wird. Sie und ihr großer Bruder, Sam, wuchsen ohne Eltern auf. Somit waren sie Waisenkinder. Und obwohl Sam für immer auf sie sauer sein wird, liebt er seine Schwester trotzdem und lässt sie sogar bei sich wohnen. Zwischen Geheimnissen, Joints und nicht wissen was Liebe ist, findet sie jemand ganz besonderen am Strand sitzen. Ihr Geheimnis.

Just Passing Through is a collection of short stories. I've wrote them to be quiet, emotional pieces. Enjoy 🖤

Loria Tensom is a successful writer who has built a wall around her emotions, translating her inner turmoil into gripping stories. Deep down, she feels a profound, spiritual pull to leave the secular world behind and enter a convent to become a cloistered nun. However, her final weeks before entering the postulancy become an emotional crossfire. She is suddenly caught between the nostalgia of her youth (Charlie) and a passionate, protective bond from her recent past (AC Cortes). To protect her spiritual calling, she actively avoids them both, leading to an intense psychological and emotional struggle. When the ghosts of your past finally offer you the love you always wanted, do you choose the life you've built, the men who adore you, or the divine calling meant to take you away from it all?" Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental.

INTRODUCTION: THE VILLA OF BROKEN ECHOES "The woods have eyes. But the basement... the basement has a heartbeat." It was the ultimate victory. Five strangers, united by a legendary gaming tournament win, forged a bond supposed to last a lifetime. They were a powerhouse squad: A CBI Agent, a Police Officer, a Hacker, a Corporate Heir, and a Crime Writer. When they found a majestic villa hidden in the forest for a suspiciously low rent, they ignored the local legends. To a team of professionals, "haunted" was just a word used to sell cheap real estate. But as the oak doors creak shut, logic begins to bleed. The air turns thick with the scent of old copper. Shadows move without a light source. And every night at midnight, a rhythmic, mechanical hum vibrates through the floorboards-an industrial growl from a basement that should be empty. Is it a curse? A spirit? Or something far more physical, waiting with surgical patience to claim its prize? In this house, the stakes are no longer digital. There is no 'Respawn' button. 5 Friends. 1 House. 0 Escape. ⚠️ AUTHOR'S ADVISORY This is a dark psychological thriller. Read at your own risk: THE HAUNTED ILLUSION: The atmosphere feels paranormal, but the terror is chillingly real. THE ART OF BRUTALITY: Contains explicit graphic violence and Body Horror. This story explores the "preservation" of the human form. If you fear the sound of a chainsaw in the dark, turn back. THE PSYCHOLOGY OF CAPTIVITY: Themes of isolation, abduction, and intense dread. The killer doesn't just want you dead-he wants you eternal. Step inside. But remember: once the basement door opens, the screaming never stops.

What happens when Death falls in love with the paramour he is gifted? Cursed to kill everyone he touches, beastly Lord Damien Casteel lives in anger and loneliness. During a rare game of poker, he wins the final hand against a petty criminal named Luca. The prize is a pouch of twelve precious gemstones. But Luca is determined to get the stones back, no matter what. Breaking into Damien's mansion to exchange the real gems for fakes, he is captured and threatened with death. Begging for his life, he strikes a deal: his freedom in exchange for his adopted son, Jemison, who will serve the lord as his paramour for twelve days; one day for each stone. Although he is reluctant to let anyone into his life, Damien is desperate to keep Jem away from Luca's abuse, so he agrees. What he does not expect is to fall for the tormented young man. Prompt used is number 46. We love broken, beautiful people. And it doesn't get more obviously broken and more classically beautiful than you. (Daisy Jones and the Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid) My writing is AI-free. Any emdashes are here because I LIKE them. The poetic purply prose is here because I LIKE it. Computers don't write my stuff. The Muse inside my head who keeps me up till 3 AM and wants to drive me bonkers, does. Warning for: spicy situations, alcohol, some swearing, blood, abuse, and typical Christine darkness. There's no graphic sa, torture, gore, or animal abuse.

{ LOTF AU ! } - A plane crashes in an island in the middle of nowhere, leaving a group of boys and a girl to be isolated and trapped in the certain island. Survival instinct is a need. The question is, how long can the girl survive, and how does she fight her way to survival?

In every perfect world, there's one imperfect town. In this one, it's Phoenix Drop-birthplace of miracles, magic, and mysteries best left untouched. Long ago, Saintess Irene battled her corrupted lover Shad in a clash that shaped history. Her relics now lie buried beneath Phoenix Drop, radiating the remnants of her divine power. Her blessing scattered across the land, giving rise to werewolves, meifas, witches, and warlocks. And in the shadows, a cult has spent generations trying to bring Shad back. Their attempts always begin the same way: with murder. When a fresh wave of killings interrupts what should've been a normal senior year, two students refuse to pretend everything is fine. Andromeda Thorne-a ghost-talker with a sketchbook full of death scenes she didn't witness. Aaron Lycan-equal parts reluctant guardian and chaos-enabler, who protects Andromeda from everything except herself. The murders circle around a wide-eyed freshman girl, and the case is officially labeled unsolvable. But Andromeda and Aaron are anything but official, and they're definitely not stopping. As they unravel a conspiracy entwined with centuries-old divine warfare, the truth becomes clear: Phoenix Drop's darkest story is happening again. And this time, the heroes investigating it might not survive long enough to solve it. Their hunt will follow them beyond graduation, all the way to Falconclaw College-because some mysteries refuse to stay dead. (A Phoenix Drop High fanfiction inspired by Aphmau's universe.)