Psychological-thriller storie

Parul sharma is the girl everyone avoids. Silent. Strange. Always smiling at the wrong moments. They call her psycho. So when her class goes on a school trip, no one wants to sit near her. No one wants to talk to her. And Parul doesn't care-she prefers it that way. But everything changes when a storm hits. The bus breaks down in the middle of nowhere. And the only shelter is an abandoned mansion hidden deep inside the rain. Inside, the doors lock on their own. A voice echoes through the halls: "WELCOME TO THE GAME." "RULES ARE SIMPLE. SOLVE. SURVIVE. OR DIE." What starts as fear turns into something worse- a deadly game of puzzles, secrets, and betrayal. One by one, classmates begin to fall. And suspicion spreads like poison. Because everyone is thinking the same thing... If there is a psycho here... it must be her. But what if they are wrong? And what if the real psycho is not the one who smiles... but the one who designed the game?

​The Wrong Choice, The Right Vengeance. ​When the dust settled on that fateful Halloween night, the Wizarding World cheered for the wrong savior. Blinded by Albus Dumbledore's grand designs, James and Lily Potter made a choice that would change the course of magical history: they cast aside their eldest son, Hadrian, in favor of their newly declared "Boy-Who-Lived." ​Deposited on the doorstep of the prestige-obsessed Dursleys, Hadrian didn't fit into Vernon's perfect, normal world. Fearing the "freak" would ruin their social standing, his uncle dumped him at a cold, forgotten orphanage, believing they had solved their problem. ​They thought they had discarded a burden. They didn't realize they had unleashed a monster. ​Years later, Hogwarts comes calling for the forgotten twin. But Hadrian Potter isn't the weapon the Light side expects. He is cold, brilliant, and perfectly aware of the bloodline they tried to steal from him. The Potters want their son back, Dumbledore wants a loyal soldier, and the Light expects submission. ​Too bad Hadrian answers to a much darker power. (ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ)

She sells flowers outside a temple. He sells bodies behind closed doors. Surbhi was never meant to be seen. Not by someone like him. But Yuvaan Chauhan doesn't see-he chooses. And once he chooses... he owns. Poor. Heavy. Naive. She was invisible to the world- Until he looked at her. Now, she's no longer safe. Not from the city. Not from fate. And definitely... not from him. --- "Speak." Arnav's voice trembled. "Sir... problem. Two girls-suicide. One more is missing. We only have one backup. And now..." Yuvaan's voice dropped. Cold. Controlled. Ice. "Then find a fucking replacement, Arnav. I don't care if it's your sister. I want three hundred, not two-ninety-seven. The ship leaves at the fixed time." He exhaled. Not out of emotion-just... maintenance. Then turned to re-enter the hall- -And collided with someone. A brass thali clattered to the ground. Marigold. Jasmine. Rose. Flowers burst like a silent explosion across stone. Surbhi gasped. "S-s-sorry... mujhe maaf kijiye... galti ho gayi..." Yuvaan said nothing. He didn't look at the flowers. He looked at her. Ordinary. Breakable. Alive. A replacement. - A dark, painful love story. Not for the soft-hearted. Read at your own risk. 🖤 - Unauthorized copying, publishing, or translation is strictly prohibited.

Jungkook, a city boy, goes to a marriage in a village boy named Taehyung and gets involved himself with him. in early 1920, when everything was difficult to cope up with. Jungkook got himself a wife to cherish. Even though his own life had many ups and downs, still he opted to welcome a new person in his life to fix him with his complicated existence, and now they are both drowning in more sorrow and suffering in order to achieve love and serenity. Let ourselves have a peek at their life journey. A Taekook Book written by FiyaRehbar Village theme Married couples R-18 Mature content for more information read the intro

🖤 YOU ARE MINE, ONLY MINE 🖤 "I DON'T SHARE WHAT'S MINE." Mark Keifer Watson never believed in love. At twenty-three, he is the ruthless CEO of Watson Enterprises, feared by boardrooms, respected by rivals, and haunted by the ghosts of his past. Jesper Jean Mariano never wanted to become someone's sacrifice. At nineteen, she dreams of a simple life surrounded by books, family, and hope. But one deal changes everything. 🥀 A contract marriage. A mansion full of secrets. A family hiding painful truths. And a mystery buried behind locked doors... The more Jayjay learns about the Watson family, the more she realizes nothing is what it seems. Not the tragedy that destroyed Keifer's childhood. Not the woman named Serena. Not the powerful man everyone fears. And certainly not the charming stranger who always seems to know exactly what to say. Because some people lie... And some people are far more dangerous. They tell the truth... and let you believe the wrong thing. As old secrets surface, Jayjay must decide who deserves her trust. And Keifer must face the question he has spent his entire life running from: Will he become the man his father wanted him to be... or the man his mother believed he could become?👀🥀 A story about love, power, trauma, family, betrayal, healing, and the choices that define us. "Sometimes the most dangerous monsters are not the ones hiding in the dark... but the ones waiting inside our blood." 💯 ━━━━━ AUTHOR'S NOTE🤍🥀 This is an Ang Mutya ng Section E Fanfiction. All original characters belong to Ate Lara. Full credit for the original characters goes to her. The storyline, plot, scenes, dialogues, twists, mysteries, and character development are entirely my own.💯 Please respect the effort and time I've put into writing this book. ⚠ DO NOT copy, repost, translate, or upload this story (or any part of it) on Wattpad or any other platform without my permission. Thank you for reading...

Kim Taehyung loved Jeon Jungkook more than his own life. He would die for him. He would kill for him. And he would never let anyone come between them. To the world, he was a powerful CEO. To Jungkook, he was the man who loved him with a devotion so intense it blurred the line between love and obsession. But some kinds of love are not meant to be worshipped. Some kinds of love destroy everything they touch. "The love in his eyes was always disastrous. I was simply too blind to see it."

For some, the term "tragedy" is just another word. For Kim Taehyung, it was his life. Having lost all of his BTS members in a car accident, he's the only one left. He is placed in inpatient care while he struggles with the loss. But the brain is a complex thing. Once he completes his inpatient program, he heads home. He doesn't want the medication. He doesn't want the therapy. He wants his family back. So why not try and bring them back to life...no matter what it takes? -- A Kim Taehyung Psychological-Horror. Featured by @Ambassadors as an Ambassador Pick! [Featured 5x 🏆]

Tae Hak-Soo was once the average kid in his school. But after an incident forces him to transfer to a reformatory center, Hak-Soo is thrusted into a world to that's got him fighting for his life. Inspired by the Webtoon SHARK and its live-action adaptations: Shark: The Beginning and Shark: The Storm. Other Inspirations Include: Weak Hero, ONE: High School Heroes, PTJ Verse, & Blue String Universe.

"You'd be surprised how far human indomitable spirit can go for their love ones." Alia is a hunter in her entire life. Years in the wild had carved the role into her bones, shared with her constant companion-- Ranger, a German Shepherd who had grown beside her since he was just a fledgling. It was supposed to be another routine hunt. Until it wasn't. "Growl." "Ranger...?" A single heartbeat passed. Long enough for her to catch a glimpse of something stood between the trees-- dark, macabre and obscure. "WOOF!" Long enough to hear Ranger barking-- toward whatever the thing there. It was watching them. One beat. That was all it took. "WOOF!" Ranger lunged towards it. "Ranger!" Immediately, dread flooding her chest like ice water. 'Stay calm. Keep your head clear. Rushing will gets you killed.' Every lesson her pops had drilled into her shattered in that instant. "NO!" The fright. The nerves. Gone-- burned in a flash. Not fear of something else in the dark but-- "RANGER!" -- fear for Ranger. That was enough. She bolted forward, rifle pounding against her side. "RANGER!" * Crack. The sound of movement came not from ahead but nowhere-- a creaking sound like bone clicking and crushing under the weight. It stepped into view. Tall. Limbs stretched thin. Joints bending at the wrong angles. Antlers crowned its skull, skin pale, tight in places, translucent in others, revealing ribs that expanded and contracted with a hollow, wind-like sound. "You walk with open grief." It smelled full of old blood. "What... what are you?" The creature's hollow ribs expanded and a strange, echoing sound filled the air. "... a Wendigo." Or; Alia just wants her dog, Ranger back.

Just a collection of my short stories,also little teasers from my books.🖤

"Uska aks aaj bhi mere saath hai." Ipshita Choudhary wanted a simple life with a small home and few close people she can trust. Trying to run away from the past she wants to forget. What happens when she joins hands with Adikrit Singh Randhawa. A calm, successful and cold businessman who seems to have everything. But Adikrit is not after success. Rather Revenge Both of them enter the game with manipulations, twisted lies, half truths and everything they own at stake. However, among all the darkness, something precious forges Family ☾ ⋆ ✦ ⋆ ☽ Thankyou for choosing this Hope you love it -xoxo Jan_xii ☾ ⋆ ✦ ⋆ ☽ #54 in trust out of 44.7K STORIES #32 in psycho-thriller out of 13.1k STORIES

ڪاتێڪ تینووی زانینی نهێنی ڕووداوەڪانی پشت دیوارەڪانی ، شەیتان خۆی دێت و ڪلیلی دەرگاڪەت پێ دەدات چونڪە ئەو تاڪە ڪەسە ڪە دەزانێت لەوێ چی هەیە، بەڵام ڕاستی ئەوەیە دەبێت بزانیت لە ڪۆتایی ڕێڕەوەکەدا چی چاوەڕوانت دەڪات، چونڪە ئەو دووبارە ڕێنوێیت ناڪات تاوەڪو دەرگای چوونە دەرەوە بدۆزیتەوە .

She is a student who chooses solitude over crowds, saving his quiet moments for the one person she loves. Between classes and stolen glances, he believes her school is a place of calm. But when night falls, the school reveals its true face. Silence turns restless. Shadows remember. And love becomes the only light inside a place that was never truly empty. Some truths awaken only after dark.

" ඒ තියෝන් අයියා නෙහ්.. දැන් උඹලා දෙන්නා සෙට්ද.." නික්කා අහද්දි මන් නෙවාන් ඉන්න පැත්තෙන් ඇස් අරගෙන නික්කා පැත්තටත් ඇස් යටින් බලන ගමන් නෑ කියන්න ඔළුව වැනුවා.. කොහොමද බන් මන් කියන්නේ, කොච්චර ඕනේකම තිබුණත් එකතු වෙන්න බෑ කියලා දැනෙනකොට ඒ රිදීම කොයි තරම්ද කියලා. ඒවා කරන්න බැරි දේවල් කියලා.සමහර බැඳීම් තියෙනවා හිතෙන් විඳෙව්වට කවදාවත් ජීවිතේට ලං කරගන්න බැරි.මන් පහුවෙලා යන නෙවාන් දිහා ආයෙම පාරක් සයිඩ් කණ්නාඩියෙන් බැලුවා. "In the midst of that great turmoil, they found comfort in one other..." & The Game is on..! My Fire , but My Love.. Chukki...!

_________________________ When a wealthy man is found dead in his secluded mansion, the police call it an accident. I was one of the last people to see him alive. I answered every question. I shared every memory. I helped them search for the truth. Everyone believes the killer is still out there. They're wrong. The truth has been in front of them from the very beginning. Every conversation. Every memory. Every carefully chosen word. This is not a story about discovering a murderer. It's a story about understanding one. Read carefully. I never lied. ______________________

Satan's Trap The final war against the Devil requires the ultimate deception. Akanksha's world is a fragile lie built on fear and guilt. She believes she is safe with Raghav, yet she is haunted by the past and the demonic powers gripping the city. Raghav is everything a hero should be-brave, pure, and ready to stand against the growing darkness. But the city's true tragedy begins when Karan, the man who once defined pure love, is now greedy for power and, chose to become a creature of hate and addiction, openly serving the demonic powers. But his and his master's plans are thwarted by a mysterious superhero - Rakshak. Whose powers are great... but his pride is even greater!! Will the Rakshak be able to save the world from demonic powers? Or will he fall into the trap of his enemies while fighting himself? In this superhero story the true threat isn't the supernatural enemy. it's the horrifying game set in motion by a brilliant mind. The world believes it is fighting Karan, but they are only walking into his carefully constructed trap.

Every night at 2:13 A.M., Emily Carter's phone erupts with an Emergency Alert unlike anything she's ever seen. There are no weather warnings, no evacuation orders, and no explanation. Only a chilling message that claims the alert has been issued only to her. Each notification contains a list of precise instructions tied to exact times throughout the night, and when every impossible event unfolds exactly as predicted, Emily is forced to follow the alerts if she wants to make it until sunrise. By morning, the notifications have vanished without a trace, leaving behind no proof they ever existed. As the nights pass, the alerts become longer, repeating every previous instruction while adding another impossible event to survive. Exhaustion begins to consume her, the line between reality and paranoia starts to blur, and every attempt to prove the alerts are real only convinces everyone around her that she's unraveling. If the messages are trying to save her, they never explain what they're saving her from... and with each passing night, Emily can't shake the feeling that the most terrifying instruction hasn't arrived yet.

_ أنا أحببتك بجدية ، أحببتك كثيراً لكن انت تأخذ حريتي ، انت تخنقني جونغكوك ، تخنقني بما تسميه حب عكس ما أسميه انا الهوس _ ------------------------------------------- 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐘𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 × 𝐎𝐂 × 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐋 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭 "𝗜𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗱, 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁?" Light Yagami had always believed that justice belonged to the one powerful enough to enforce it. L Lawliet had always believed that every crime, no matter how immaculate, left behind a contradiction. Then came the girl neither of them could calculate. She wore gentleness like a borrowed face and silence like a weapon. Around her, men confessed to crimes no court had proven. Fortunes collapsed. Untouchable names vanished from the world as though an unseen hand had judged them unworthy of remaining in it. Light saw a mind capable of standing beside his own. L saw the flaw in a perfect crime. Neither noticed when curiosity became hunger. Now the investigation is no longer a pursuit of innocence or guilt. It is a war conducted through half-truths, false tenderness, calculated desire and the unbearable intimacy of being understood by the person most capable of destroying you. Light intends to possess the truth. L intends to expose it. And she intends to ensure that when judgment finally arrives, it finds the correct monster. But love is an irrational thing. It corrupts reason. It falsifies evidence. It teaches even the most disciplined minds to protect what they were meant to condemn. So when the final name is uncovered, what will become of the two men who built their lives upon justice? Will they surrender her to it? Or will they damn the world to keep her?

Staring at her face in the full length mirror with a blank face, looking at her features, she tilted her head then slowly lowered her gaze to check out her body. She stood there in a silk black long dress, which fit perfectly on her curvy body. Backless, deep cut in the front, a slit from the thigh, showing off her skin just a bit but enough to make a man go insane. The dress screamed dominance, though it was very simple yet elegant. She lets a slow smile form on her face, one that doesn't reach her eyes, and suddenly looks up. In a blink of an eye, she picked up the flower vase and threw it in the mirror with great force. She didn't flinched- didn't need to. She let out a shaky breathe with a small smirk and dark eyes. Looking down, she saw her, once favourite, flowers scattered all around the marble floor with the mirror glass pieces. She stepped forward, letting the flowers crushed beneath the long length of her heels. She bent down, very elegantly, but keeps on smiling while picking up the pieces of the broken mirror recklessly while humming softly and letting it cut through the hand, as if nothing really happened. Or rather, it doesn't matter. It's her. Vaishnavi Konda. Just a south Indian girl, who they broke even before she understands the word 'life' and a story of her building her own world, strong and independent with unwavering confidence. "Try me if you dare and I'll give you just 1 reason why not to, enough to make you lower your eyes whenever you see me pass by." "I don't try, I live it." "Fear? That's funny. I don't have that in my dictionary." "Crying is a waste of time. Feelings are just a show. And life? Is stupid."