Scared Stories

Prologue: The Price of Stardom The water was always too cold, and Ahaan's patience was always too thin. "Again," Ahaan said, his voice dropping into that familiar, terrifyingly gentle register that never once matched the violence of his actions. "I'm tired," Aradhya begged, her voice raw, trembling against the sterile, soundproofed walls of the recording studio. "Sing, Aradhya. I don't have the whole day," he replied smoothly. She cried, a silent, helpless slipping of tears that she had learned never to wipe away. It only prolonged the waiting. He didn't hesitate. He slapped her-precise, heavy, designed to shock the system rather than bruise the face that the world would soon worship. "I. Am. Not. Paying. For. Tantrums," he said coldly. With practiced indifference, he grabbed her by the back of the neck and dunked her face straight down into the ice-filled bucket of water kept beside the console. The shock tore the breath from her lungs. When he pulled her back up, gasping and shivering, he offered no towel, only a command. "Sing." She took a ragged, desperate breath, swallowed the panic clawing at her throat, and sang. Her pitch was flawless. Her tone was haunting. And that was how Aradhya Kashyap recorded her first song.

Home alone Creepy noises Night time What could it possibly be. _~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_ Angela is 15 she has brown hair with green eyes, her parents are never home so what makes this night so different to all the others,

Penelope, Julius, and Max were left completely alone and shattered after their mother's death as young children. They get placed in a horrible foster care , where they are left tormented everyday. With barely any hope left, Max convinces his siblings to leave . To soon find out they have a whole entire family waiting for them to return. None of the siblings are too excited to meet them or there mysterious habits "Are you fucking kidding me right now" Max breathed out a laugh. Damon stared at Max, a small smirk coming to his face. "Oh Max, even when you were running around in your diapers, you were always such a little hothead" *first story ever, pending title change at some point, will edit when finished with some more chapters!*

These poems/stories are reflections of my emotions. I don't have the courage to speak openly about my mental health-so this will have to do. Read my pain. Understand my metaphors. Appreciate my art. Learn from my mistakes.

A story about finally realizing that happiness didn't come from getting everything I wanted. It came when I stopped chasing what kept hurting me, stopped waiting for people to choose me, and started choosing myself. Turns out, peace can feel pretty fucking good too.

A bunch of random dares given to me by my followers . . . let's see how this goes!! I have no idea what's going to happen here, so I'm going to turn on Mature just in case . . . . HAVE FUN GUYS!!

On a quiet, dimly lit night, everything felt strangely still-until I saw her. A girl, or something that only looked like one, was climbing a streetlight pole with unnatural ease, her movements twisted and inhuman. Before fear could take over, she dropped down in front of me, her eyes glowing and silently placed a cold, ancient bracelet in my hand. The world around me seemed to distort, and just as panic began to rise, a loud alarm shattered the moment-I woke up in my bed, heart racing. It was only a dream... or so I thought. Because lying beside me, real and unmistakable, was the same bracelet she had given me-waiting, as if it had followed me out of the nightmare. The real question arises here why did she give me the bracelet and was that even a dream ? This story has reach top #1 in dark in genre and horror hot / new. ( Limited Edition ) This story is unique and sometimes confusing for the readers because if you read this story without reading it from beginning you may be confused.

Emma's life was never perfect. She never had the nice house, white picket fence and a beautiful labrador puppy. She never wanted any of that anyway. All she ever wanted was loving parents for her and her sister. She's come to terms with the fact that it's never going to happen. Mike had it even worse. But for him it's in the past and all he wants to do is move on and forget. But it's not as easy as it sounds. Then one day there paths cross in the most unlikley of situations...

I always liked the circus, roaring crowds, death-defying stunts, the grand voice of the ringmaster.it never unsettled me, it never scared me, it never...felt wrong. I just wish I could have been more aware. oh how stupid I was.

When a demon(Jinn) falls in love ❤️. He's the most hauntingly beautiful thing ever, And you should be terrified, for he will go to the depths of hell for her.

Step One: You meet Emily Diamond thought that this competition would be the same as the others. She'd watch her sister dance, then they'd go home. Of course, she hadn't counted on the plane failing. One plot twist led to another, remarkably luckier, one: meeting Oliver Green, Hollywood's Golden Boy. Oliver didn't expect the plane to fail. Who would? He also didn't expect to survive, or to meet a girl who didn't turn into a pile of mush at his feet, like so many before her. Step Two: You fall in love And after that, nothing goes according to plan.

The death of her father forced Callie to live with her estranged uncle-the strict, ambitious, and authoritative Luke Mercer. It never crossed her mind that living with him would make her life surrounded by hot and cold situations-not only came from Uncle Luke, but also from his trusted assistant, Grant Olivier. And it all became worse when Uncle Luke's girlfriend and rival businessman were found dead in the woods near their house just days apart, and he was accused of killing them. At first, Callie thought it was just a misunderstanding. But when she discovered a secret about her uncle, she started to wonder: am I safe here? Copyright © 2014 by Widya Nurul

This book is currently under a great deal of construction. I am switching it over to third person and editing it. The new version will be posted seperately. Here is the link: http://www.wattpad.com/35462608-behind-the-mask-edited-version-1-break-in _________________________________ 'Don’t you want to know Stayton’s darkest secret?' He taunts; his voice filled with every ounce of persuasion. It’s like he’s dangling an apple in front of my eyes, an apple with all the answers and he’s just waiting for me to reach out and take it. 'I can tell you.' He whispers inside my head; taunting and teasing even more. ____________________ Bethany Cooper lived in the small town of Prince George with her mother and father but wasn't a happy little family. Bethany has a secret, a secret she didn't want anyone else to know but when four men steal her from her bed one night claiming that they know her secret and that they want to help her she doesn't know whether to believe them, especially since the leaders right hand man, Stayton, is a jerk and doesn't feel guilty about hurting her to get the job done. She considers running but when they tell her of two people who really do want to hurt her she doesn't know who to believe. Them? Or her conscious? Can Bethany learn to trust them so she can learn the full brunt force of her secret? Or run? And what happens when she finds out they have a secret of their own which they aren't willing to share? And to top it all off what happens when unwanted feelings show up in unwanted places?

Sasha dealing with serious emotional issues keeps to herself mostly. Especially if it's a bad day. Ryan on the other hand is the exact opposite. Being Sasha's roommate he knows his boundaries and he respects that but living years together he realized that she could be the one he was looking for all along. Making his way to her frozen heart he discovers why she turned out to be as she is. After learning the truth Ryan fell for her but will Sasha fall for him too or is she going to let her demons guide her and get out of it?

The name is Lana, now you are thinking what is this and why the name first? Because Lana is all you are going to hear in this book; about how I broke so many stereotypes about being a women referee but wait, there is one about something lets see if I break that or is it actually true?

CH-1 THE INTRODUCTION They say a mirror never lies, but that is the greatest deception of all. A mirror does not show who you are. It only shows what you allow the world to see. For sixteen years, Leo was a ghost inhabiting his own skin. He was the boy who apologized to the walls when he bumped into them. He was the quiet kid in the back of the classroom whose shirts were always a little too big, whose shoes were always taken by hands stronger than his own, and whose voice was so soft it was easily swallowed by the laughter of his tormentors. To his family, he was a disappointment wrapped in silence. To his "friends," he was a resource to be drained, a blank canvas upon which they could paint their cruelest jokes. Leo learned early that innocence is a currency that buys you nothing but suffering. He spent his nights staring at the ceiling, wishing for armor. He wanted a version of himself that didn't tremble when the doorbell rang. He wanted a version that could look a bully in the eye and make *them* look away. He thought he was just dreaming. He didn't know that the universe sometimes listens to the desperate. And it answers through the glass. When the old, dust-choked Almirah was dragged into his room, its mirror was warped and tarnished with age. But behind that silver glass, something had been waiting. A version of Leo that didn't hide. A version that didn't cry. A version that understood a fundamental truth Leo was too pure to see: The world does not respect the gentle. And sometimes, the only way to wash away a lifetime of betrayal is with blood.

Ten-year-old best friends Maya and Lily think they've pulled off the ultimate badge of maturity: buying tickets for an innocent animated bunny movie, only to sneak into Shadow Realm-the terrifying, R-rated horror flick everyone at school is talking about. But as the theatre darkness thickens and spine-chilling scenes roar across the big screen, their bold scheme backfires fast. Terrified and cowering in the back row, they quickly realize they are in far over their heads. When a flashlight beam exposes their trick, the thrill vanishes entirely, replaced by the grim reality of a furiously disappointed parent and immediate consequences. The Back Row Rebels is a cautionary tale of childhood bravado, hard-learned lessons, and the swift accountability that follows a big mistake.

Gracie and her friends are partying one night. Kyle, Robert, Nicole and Bree. They get so drunk they do something stupid that nobody ever did before. They go into an abandoned hospital. Some people say its haunted. But they just wanted a place to party and be rowdy. They are in for a real scare.

Walking the lonely dark and no one to love her to seek they told me that I cannot go out and find love so I tried my best just forget what they said but it just kind of stayed in my mind over and over again

You see a pretty face, but there's a broken heart inside. Behind this smile is....darkness, fear, loneliness, sorrow, doubt, insecurity, hurt... I'm scared of the light. Light shows up my inadequacies, my flaws and failures, so I'm scared of it. Aren't you? But....maybe there's more to the light than meets the eye. Maybe the light isn't all bad.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Beautiful cover made by my bestest friend, @xsetafirex