Unreliable Stories

Love is just another word for destruction. But some loves go beyond destruction. A city stalked by a killer. Blood on the floor, secrets behind every locked door. Each clue leads to another lie, and each lie draws someone closer to their own grave. Faces that seem the most innocent are often the ones deceiving you. Every truth uncovered comes at a price. And sometimes, the real danger isn't in the shadows-it's standing right beside you. Trust no one. Or become the next prey.

Mary's life was ordinary - quiet days, familiar routines, a loving home. Until something began to feel... misplaced. Memories she couldn't recall. Injuries she couldn't explain. Smells no one else noticed. And moments that felt real - but never happened. As her world slowly fractures, Mary begins to realize that not everything she experiences belongs to her life. Because somewhere... something is happening. And somehow - it chose her.

Elena begins to hear a melody she thought she had buried forever - a song her mother used to hum before she died. But this time, it doesn't fade. When a mysterious classmate offers her a way to return to the past - not as a memory, but as something real - Elena steps into a world where dreams can perfectly recreate what was lost. In this world, she can see her mother again. She can feel her warmth. She can stay. But every dream has an exit. And the deeper she sinks, the harder it becomes to leave. Because some dreams aren't meant to be escaped. And some realities aren't meant to be faced.

WATCHING He wants your soul. It started with a whisper... "He is always watching." I thought it was a joke. Until Mia was found dead. Until her mansion burned to the ground. Until I saw him. A man in a black coat. No face. No name. Just... watching. Now nothing feels real. The body they found might not be Mia. The people around me are hiding something. And every time I try to run- he's already there. Watching. Waiting. Maybe I'm being played. Maybe I'm losing my mind. Or maybe... he's closer than I think. And he won't stop until he gets what he wants. My soul.

I was doing so well. For years I kept myself balanced. For years I kept myself away from anything that could set me off. Then she fell directly into my lap. Jasmine Rose isn't just my rival at work- she is everything my therapist could never have known to warn me about. I only wanted to be a good writer. I only wanted to be a good friend. I only wanted to be a good man. So why did the safety switch off when she smiled? Why did I hear that familiar click when she laughed? Maybe she's too perfect to be toxic. Maybe I'm too damaged to be saved. And if she ever pressed the barrel to my temple and asked me to pull the trigger... I can't promise I'd say no. Which leaves me with one impossible question: Am I the target? Or am I the gun?

✦ 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆 ✦ 𝑴𝒊 𝑨𝒎𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 • ────── ✧ ────── • 𝒁𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕 - 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝒀𝒐𝒓𝒌.𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆. ✧⋆｡˚𝓡𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 - 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂.✧⋆｡˚ ✦ 𝑰𝒗𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊 - 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒓. 𝑩𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑, 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅. ✧⋆｡˚𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮. 𝓘 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓽𝓼.✧⋆｡˚ ✦ ~°𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 °~ 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. ⟿✦ 𝓭𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ✦⟿. 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦:- 1/04/2026

No name. No past. Just sand, silence, and a single set of railway tracks stretching into infinity. A spare, existential novel about the terror of nowhere, the search for an exit that doesn't exist, and the quiet madness of learning to be okay with the endless.

you wake up. The door is open. You don't remember opening it. At first, it's small things-objects moving, strange marks, the feeling of being watched. Easy to ignore. Easy to explain away. Until the mirror stops reflecting you. This is a dark, psychological horror story that blurs the line between reality and something far more sinister. As paranoia turns into something real, the truth becomes impossible to escape-and far too late to survive. Because something is watching you. Learning you. Becoming you. And when it finally takes your place... there won't be anything left of you to prove it. Don't look in the mirror for too long. It might look back... differently.

She doesn't remember when it started only that it never really stops. Aarohi begins noticing the gaps first. Small ones. Harmless, almost. Seconds missing. Movements she doesn't recall making. Then it gets worse. Hours disappear. Her body reacts to things she can't see. Bruises appear where no one touched her. And every time she tries to prove it, the proof changes... like something is correcting her before she understands it. But she's not alone. At least... it doesn't feel like she is. There's something that stays close without showing itself. It doesn't speak. It doesn't need to. It knows her patterns. Her silence. The exact moment she starts to panic. Sometimes she feels it behind her. Sometimes in the mirror. Sometimes so close that breathing feels shared. And then there's Arman. Real. Visible. Human. He shows up when things start slipping too far. Says things he shouldn't know. Understands things she hasn't even admitted to herself yet. He doesn't question her he recognizes her. Like he's seen all of this before. Like he's been there before. And that's the problem. Because the more Aarohi tries to separate them the presence that never shows... and the man who stands right in front of her the more they start to feel the same. Same silence. Same timing. Same knowing. So what is he, really? The one who's been watching her... or the one who wants her to believe that? And what if the real question isn't who is real but who she's already started to become?

(Will only continue if enjoyed by others) When a heart is young and a soul is undivided, manipulation of the body can be easily achieved. The single mother of 2 children, stripped away and strangled by regret, alienation and fear watches her children from beyond the clouds... in a domain where her emotions keep balance in time... for how long will she last, or rather... how long will we?

A wizard creates a potion that may save the queen's life but take his own.

Victorian England, 1842, the Treaty of Nanjing has just been signed. Lucien Harver and Selina Worthen are masters of an Opium Den and sales group in the heart of London. Moments of slowed time have shown each life their destined path, designating their engagement to be wed until their plans are interrupted when the den is ransacked by palace guards. But, everything changes when a foreign prince shows interest in their business and Selina experiences a moment with him that will sway her understanding of everything she's ever known. *Hey guys! Thanks for taking a moment to look into my story. I think that unreliable narrators are something you don't see often, but even more often, you don't see a truly terrible character turn from bad to good. That's what I want to be able to show in this story, along with a unique look on time which resembles the whole "time stops when I look at you" idea. Haha. So I hope you like this first chapter. My plan is to post a new one every week or two due to school. Thank you!*

it's a short story. and my way letting out my rage on the person who wronged me. atleast it's keeping me from prison

First I'm not the owner of this novel.I'm just a translator.Just fna translation.Youn can read this at novelupdate.All credits to original author and English translator. Author(s) 多金少女猫 Status in COO 126 chapters (119 + 7 extras) Completed Type Web Novel (CN) Genre Comedy School Life Yaoi

When a new neighbor moves in, life seems chaotic at first-loud voices, constant visitors, and a parade of strangers through the shared walls. But as the noise fades, a creeping unease takes its place. Strange routines, a mysterious car parked outside, and disappearing neighbors reveal that silence can be just as unsettling as chaos. In a quiet townhome community, the real disturbances aren't always loud-they're just unseen.

Short story for the 2nd Horror/Thriller/Mystery Short contest by Kelly J Abbott Short Story Contests. I won 3rd place! Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KellyJAbbottShortStoryContests/ Link: https://kellyabbottshortstorycontest.submittable.com/submit?fbclid=IwAR0O5q70DMDIN_GgnG-J8tp-yMHGUJnYy7k_xCcO9jGjGJs8dNpMMTgEd8w

A young, deluded artist falls captive to his own creation.

She knows something is wrong. She just can't bring herself to let it go- not when it feels like the only thing keeping her alive.

This is a psychological horror thriller with heavy elements of trauma, mind control, and existential dread. There is only questions and chaos. Takashi Koya's life spirals into a relentless nightmare when his own subconscious turns against him. Haunted by buried trauma and manipulated into witnessing the gruesome deaths of those he loves, Takashi faces a chilling reality where no one is safe-not even from his own mind. As the boundaries between sanity and chaos dissolve, the true horror begins. Will he survive the torment, or will his fractured mind destroy everything?