Pychological Stories

Maxwell Angelton has lived through multiple reincarnations since the tragic accident that first ended his life. Every return brings him closer to the goal of making a time machine and becoming a celebrated inventor, but he is hiding things.... I post a new chapter weekly I will be releasing the official book soon, I'll share the link when it is out Fan Content Permission: You can make AUs, fanfics, edits, art, memes, and even merch. Selling fan merch is allowed as long as you credit "Lilac Blossom / TLOMA." Commercial adaptations (anime, manga, official merch, etc.) are NOT allowed unless I give permission, so please come to me if you are doing one of them.

When cold, sharp detective Avery Vale is called to the isolated Blackwood Manor after a mysterious death, she expects to find a murderer. Instead, she finds a house full of secrets, suspects who lie too easily, and Ethan Bennett-a charming, sunshine-like author who seems far too comfortable around death. As the bodies pile up, Avery realizes that every clue leads somewhere different. Some point toward Ethan. Others point toward the family. And some seem to point toward Avery herself. Between terrifying discoveries, dangerous attraction, forgotten memories, and a mystery that refuses to stay buried, Avery must uncover the truth before she becomes the final victim. But there's one problem... The murderer may be the person she trusts the most. And when the final page is turned, the audience is left with only one question: Who was the murderer? Because maybe the answer was hiding in the story all along.

ARIADNE, She just bought an apartment, found eerie about her apartment, Investigating the insides, Founds the Fragments, Was that a ghost or Was she???

Two reckless teenage girls in their prime of misbehaviour go seeking a exiting scary ghost story but nothing goes to plan causing a unexpected turn of events...read to find out where this story leads for the two, or one?...

Five kingdoms and a dragon.

The Death Olympics. The craziest game of all and the worst game of all. 12 contestants go face to face with each other in the sickest game of all, the three remaining survivors will be recieving a total prize of $20 Million. Kill or get killed. Welcome to the Death Olympics.

A Psychological Horror by alex When Mara finds a strange address written in her own handwriting-and a key she doesn't recognize-she's pulled to a house she doesn't remember renting. Inside, the walls breathe, reflections lie, and every hallway leads her deeper into a place that feels like it's remembering her... too well. But the house doesn't just remember who she was. It remembers better than she does. As reality fractures, Mara begins to see versions of herself she can't explain-ones that smile too wide, speak too calmly, and know what she's going to say before she says it. Trapped between waking and dreaming, she must unravel what the house wants... and whether she's still the original her. Because something is trying to take her place. And it might already have.

A visit to her sick grandma becomes a mind twisting tale between reality and surreality.

In a small town a little away from miami a lot of people have been found dead in their bathrooms their blood smeared on their mirrors leaving clues and pictures as detectives James hogan joins the case to crack the code something drastic happens in the plot of his clues. can he figure out who committed the crimes and what is happening in the town?

Look and you'll see how everyone around you isn't sane but insane.

this is just a story for my friends.

"A church that lived and died by pretty lies." In this small Southern town Josephine believes she understands the life she's been given. She is the preacher's wife, she makes the iced sweet tea and smiles when expected. As Josephine continues into motherhood, she begins to notice what the town celebrates, what it erases, and who is allowed to be forgiven. When a famous blues musician returns home, old loyalties, old sins, and the quiet certainty that nothing buried ever truly leaves drifts back into town. The truth does not arrive all at once. It seeps in slowly, like something in the water-through glances held too long and names never spoken. By the time Josephine understands the cost of what has been protected, it is too late to undo it. Some things are never meant to be poured out. They are sweetened, decorated with lemon, and called tradition.

Reality is a girl trying to figure out everything on her own. Little did she know, she needs someone's help for her to grow. A girl trying to prove to everyone that she is something and will make a difference from people's perspectives about her. Taking control of her life is what she wanted but making decisions on her own will be harder.

Daylight Tragedies, Twilight Profanity. Midnight Sunrise, Evening Soliloquize. Afternoon Sundown, Red Herring the Sinful Crown.

This book is a fanfiction of Classroom Of The Elite originally written by Kinugasa Shogo and illustrated by Tomose Shunsaku. This is just a mere fanfiction with an OC insert. book cover art by doran7280 from danbooru most impressive rankings #10 in #manga (07-25-22)

Its a story composed of seven arcs, about how seven characters will encounter seven creatures and how it will affect their life

Sometimes I wish I knew what it felt like to be someone else, anyone other than me, really. It's not that I dislike who I am(I do sometimes), or even that I'm lost. It's more like... I'm curious. Curious about the weight of other people's thoughts. The texture of their fears. The shape of their joy. None of us walk the same path, even if the streets overlap. None of us carry the same sky, even when we stand under the same stars. I often wonder, can eyes that have seen different corners of the world ever truly see the same world? Two people, standing side by side, might witness the same event. But they won't feel the same chill in the air. They won't flinch at the same memories. They won't hear the silence in the same way. So maybe we don't live in one world at all. Maybe we live in billions. Each one stitched together by memory, perception, pain, and hope. But maybe we can get close. Maybe, with enough honesty and enough patience, we can build bridges. Quiet little bridges made of words and glances and shared stillness. Maybe we can stretch ourselves across the gap. And maybe, just maybe, if you're willing to meet me there... I can show you what it's like to be me. So come. Walk a little with me. Let me try to emulate this strange maze of thoughts, this ever-shifting fog I call a mind. Let me turn myself inside out for you, just for a moment. The name's Blank. And I welcome you to the world through my eyes, my imaginary audience, watchful, patient, and perhaps just as lost as I am. Together, we might not find all the answers. But maybe, if we're lucky, we'll find the right questions.

Sylvain talking about his journey through out the years.