Pyschologicalthriller Stories

They didn't give her a trial. They gave her a husband. Shravani Mehra was never meant to be a bride. She was built to survive sharp-minded, self-made, and untouchable in a world ruled by men who mistook fear for power. Until one night changed everything. A death. A legacy drenched in blood. And a verdict delivered not by a court, but by the most feared name in the city. Aviraj Rathore. King of an empire built on silence and obedience. A man who doesn't ask he claims. A man who believes control is justice and marriage is the cruelest punishment. He doesn't want Shravani's love. He wants her contained. She doesn't want his mercy. She wants her freedom even if she has to burn his throne to get it. What begins as vengeance becomes a war of wills. What looks like hatred starts to feel like obsession. And in a house where power decides survival, only one truth remains: This is not a love story. It is a standoff between two people too dangerous to surrender. And in a marriage forged as a sentence, only one will kneel - or both will fall.

Deranged Echoes of the Past is a haunting psychological novella that follows Delilah, a once-gifted writer now paralyzed by silence and memory. Her obsession with time, perfection, and meaning twists into something darker as her mind begins to unravel. What begins as writer's block becomes something deeper-unreliable memories, voices in empty rooms, a letter received too late, and a knock on the door that no one heard but her. Through fragmenting thoughts and compulsive patterns, Delilah teeters between genius and delusion. As her grip on reality weakens, the lines blur between what she's writing, what she's remembering, and what might never have happened at all. Told with lyrical introspection and creeping dread, this story is not about madness-it is a slow drowning in it. And by the end, the reader is left questioning whether Delilah was ever telling a story at all-or if the story was telling her.

On her birthday night, Alexa's life was shattered on a road that should have led her home. After celebrating at an amusement park, Alexa and her parents passed through a dark, deserted road at midnight until a mysterious figure dressed in black appeared before them. A sudden crash followed, and when Alexa woke up, her parents were gone without a trace. Ten years later, Alexa becomes a brilliant detective, determined to uncover the truth behind the accident that stole her family. Adopted by a kind detective, she grows up solving cases but the past never stops haunting her. Nightmares of the dark road, the faceless figure, and unanswered questions pull her back to the place where everything began. When Alexa returns to the road at exactly 12:00 a.m., the nightmare repeats itself. She awakens in a horrifying world of cults, rituals, and secrets-where the truth about her parents is far more terrifying than she ever imagined. Worse, betrayal lurks closer than she thinks, and not everyone she trusts is on her side. Some mysteries are meant to stay buried. Some roads never let you escape. Welcome to The Dark Road.

Two years ago, Malik Brooks was a rising literary star-until a scandal shattered his career. Now hiding out in the sleepy town of Eastbridge, he's a ghost of the writer he once was... until Jamila Carter walks into his life. She wants him to write her story. Days later, she disappears. As Malik begins digging into the fragments she left behind, he uncovers something far darker than a tragic backstory-secrets tied to Eastbridge's most powerful elite. And someone is willing to kill to keep them buried. With the help of sharp-eyed Detective Sanaa Monroe, Malik races to expose the truth. But the deeper they go, the more dangerous the game becomes. Jamila's life isn't just a story. It's a trap. And telling it could get them all killed.

Glase Vanderpark was promised $800,000 to play a girl she's never met. All she had to do was pretend to be Vivienne Crowe for a school year. Perfect hair, perfect student, perfect friends. But when she arrives at the boarding school full of silent glances, shady teachers, rumors of a bonfire incident, and students who magically disappear, she starts to wonder...where is the real Vivienne Crowe?

"You will recognize him the moment you meet him. And when you feel that sense of recognition-that homey, warm and loving feeling in the depths of your being: run. He's bad news." You'd think Yiayia- who just happens to be a talented tasseographer- would have some other helpful information- like a name or sketch-but, no. Guess there are limits to how much future can fit into one cup. Ritsa's just booked the role of a lifetime. She scratched her name out of her college registry and it now seems to be written in the stars. Well, at least after they wrap shooting in five months. For now, she will be "Sonny," the boundary-breaking rockstar whose meteoric rise and cultural impact were powerful enough to earn him a biopic at just twenty-nine years old. Her actually meeting Sonny was never part of the plan. But she did. And that's where the chaos begins. As Ritsa slips deeper and deeper into Sonny's world, it becomes clear that she must choose between completing her creative mission or keeping her sanity. Especially, after she finds out that she and this rockstar-from-hell may actually share the same soul.

Sisters by bond not by blood grace and anne. They both would die, kill and cross any line for each other choosen by the GAME MASTER to play the TRIALS OF DEATH a game in which you go through the stages of death and at the end waits a surprise victory.The rules and regulations be given at the start of each level. They think they chose to participate but did they? The illusion of having a choice has got to them. read along to answer many questions that run through your head will they survive? do they have a choice not to participate? what is the victory ? did they read the fine print ?

A romance mystery set in the fictional Empire of Korea. Oh Sunny is just an ordinary girl who has harboured a crush on the fascinating and charming Lee Hyuk, the Emperor of Korea, for years. He is unattainable, or so she thinks, but Fate would have it otherwise, and she marries him after a whirlwind courtship. She develops an obsession with her husband's first wife, the beautiful and enigmatic So Hyun, who died mysteriously several years ago. As the Empress of Korea, the young bride has to contend with her husband's mother, the formidable and icy Empress Dowager, his mistress, an illegitimate child and her hostile nanny, while seeking to uncover the dark secrets that haunt her husband, and threaten to keep them apart...

Nina joshi a loyal police officer , who loves her job and wants to fight for the right, gets her world crumbled when one of the biggest serial killer. Who kills her sister leaving her devastated. When her office head assigned her to lead the case , she is more than happy to kill her sisters killer. Things get messy when she gets tangled between the two cousins who are suspects and she went as a disguise to spy on them . Things that are already messy gets messier with both the cousins falling in love with her. Quickly everything went downhill when she becomes the next target for the killer Romeo. What is going to happened, how does she gets in his trap. Who is going to win romeo or nina ?

The Anand Joshi family always known to be quite the feminists and most open-minded their society has never known. A regular family with a senior doctor and an average engineer. Not rich enough to pay any ransom, not poor enough to have mixed with any sort of illegal activities. When 16 year old Ayat never returns home from school, Maitreyi's mind goes berserk. No ransom, just videos of her torture. Madhav can't stop searching for his daughter physically or metaphysically and Geethanjali for the first time can't seem to control the situation at hand. Is the return of their daughter a far fetched dream or is the answer right in front of their faces? TRIGGER WARNING: CONTAINS SCENES RELATED TO BULLYING AND DOMESTIC ABUSE AND SELF HARM

17 year old Ivy, the picture perfect girl that everyone loves, has gone missing, with nothing left of her but a clump of her hair and a streak of blood, sealed neatly inside a plastic police bag. Eight months later, a body is recovered in the river just north of Ivy's home town. Convinced that the dead body is that of Ivy's, the local police and her parents call off the investigation into her disappearance. However, forensic psychologist Ryan VanElsing believe's that the investigation is only just beginning. The mystery may just be resolved in the very hearts of those close to her.

She wears porcelain to hide the scars. She kills to find perfection. Elara is a predator who moves through the city in masks and borrowed faces. Behind her porcelain glove lies a burnt hand she cannot bear to see - a flaw she is determined to erase. For every victim she claims, another hand is embalmed and displayed like a trophy in her hidden gallery. But none are ever quite right. None are hers. Detective Marcus Hale has seen monsters before, but this one is different. Each crime scene brings him closer to a killer who is methodical, merciless... and strangely familiar. When a chance encounter draws him into her orbit, Marcus is unsettled not just by the danger she represents, but by the pull he cannot explain. As obsession blurs with desire, the hunt spirals toward a confrontation neither of them can escape. A shattered glove. A ruined hand. And a truth that Marcus is not ready to face. But Elara isn't finished. Not yet. Because in the quiet of her cell, she still draws hands on the walls... and writes promises in blood.

How far can one go for "love"? Is it truly love if it slips into something that consumes you? The idea of love is easy enough to grasp - or at least, that's what we're told. It's supposed to be simple, natural. Two people, drawn together by something unspoken, something magnetic. But what if love isn't as clean and neat as it's made out to be? What if, in its most twisted form, it becomes something almost unrecognizable? Obsession. The kind that clouds everything else. The kind that warps your thoughts until you no longer know what's real. People say there's a line between love and obsession, but how do you find it? When you're already deep inside the feeling, can you even see it? Can you feel the line before it pulls you under? Maybe we never really know. Maybe love is just a disguise for something darker, something we're too afraid to name. And maybe, the question isn't how far love can go, but how far you're willing to let it take you.

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At 5:42, everything would break. the doll with the stitched eyes. the time scrawled across its foot like a deadline. Just those three words, echoing like a curse in her head. She hadn't done anything yet. At least, not then.

Serene Reyes vanished on a quiet night no one wants to talk about. The police called it a runaway case-no struggle, no body, no urgency. Just a missing girl and a town relieved to move on. Her file was sealed, her name archived, her absence explained away with a shrug and a theory too convenient to question. Detective Serena Seon doesn't buy it. Assigned to cold cases no one expects her to solve, Serena reopens Serene Reyes's file and finds inconsistencies where certainty should be. Timelines don't match. Witnesses remember things differently. Messages disappear. Alibis rot under pressure. The more she digs, the clearer it becomes: Serene didn't run. She was erased. As Serena retraces Serene's last days, she uncovers a web of secrets stitched together by fear, silence, and people with spotless reputations who have everything to lose. In a town that protects its own, asking the wrong questions is dangerous-and getting answers might be worse. Because someone knows what happened that night. And they're still watching. *Everyone gave up on Serene Reyes.* *Serena Seon refuses to.*

To friends and family who watch silently while monsters grow. Flickering candles. A circle of figures murmuring words older than memory. Shadows crawl along the walls, stretching and twisting like living things. In the center, a figure kneels, head bowed. The air hums with anticipation, thick and suffocating. Somewhere, a mind stirs-innocent, unaware, marked. And the game begins.