New House, New Life

New House, New Life

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I'm about to tell you a nigth story, so just close you'r eyes and go to sleep... So everything started on Monday the 17th. In a town called Mensford near to London. I had a normal live I lived with my, mom my, dad and my brother. but I knew that wouldn't last long because my dad had a traveling job. So one day Karl arrived from work and gave us some news. we couldn't afford that house anymore because they didn't pay my dad enough so my dad found another job near to Birmingham. we moved in an old creepy house. The first nights were normal but things started to change. the week pased by so it was getting creepier and creepier, you could hear footsteps in front of your bedroom, people screaming in the top of her lungs but. then there was no one there. so one day I was playing with my laptop in bed and the door spread wide open, there was a shadow, a man with a hat and something on his hand but I didn't know who was he or what he was doing there. so I started screaming and screaming but my parents didn't come to my room. the man was near me with his deep red eyes he was looking at me staring at me I couldn't move I was petrified, I I continued crying and screaming but nobody seemed to hear me, the man took his hat off, he was bald with not a single hair. at first I thought it was a dream but then I realized that wasn't a dream it was reality, finally I saw what a man had in his hand it was a shovel. he said: - sweet dreams are made of Tears and he put he's hat on my head and started stabbing me with the shovel. so after reading this story in the next few days you will receive an email of a guy called KarlDean don't open it or... sweet dreams are made of Tears.
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This story is about a relationships between a father and daughter. A wife and husband. And 2 best friend. "G-g-go" I stuttered moving back a little from his intense gaze on my whole body. I suddenly felt insecure and nervous seeing his fixed eyes on me. He looked scary. Not hearing an answer from him I started, "I-I'll s-sleep on the couch." There was no way I was going to share the same room as him after what he just did. I released a breath which I held in for god knows how long. Making a move to stand up from the bed, I was walking towards the couch only to jerk back on the bed from his strong pull. His hands were gripping on my wrists making me wince in pain. I tried to get out of his hold but couldn't, he was way too strong for me. Leaning closer to me I tried to move back only to fall on the bed. Seeing my state he took advantage of me by hovering over me, locking my small frame between his hands. An evil smirk played on his lips making me stiffen in fear. His eyes travelled down my body, intentionally I flinched. "Today's our wedding night Jaanvi." Came his husky voice before he nuzzled his face in my neck again. "I'm your husband." He bit my neck making a gasp escape from my mouth in pain. "K-k-kiaan. P-ple--" I begged hold in my tears only to reactive another bit from him. His hold on both my wrist was tight, there was no way I could run. The little respect I had for him died right there. "I'm your prince charming Jaanvi. Don't push this prince away." My eyes widened with tears running from the side of my eyes. My hands which were trying to get out of his hold were numb now. My mouth was opened in shock, his words freaked me out. How will two different souls become one? Follow the journey of two funny, crazy, loving and idiot souls, Jaanvi and Kiaan. From hating each other to falling in love deeply. But did they ever hate each other or was it just anger? { Warning- this book is emotional and funny at the same time!} MY FOURTH BOOK!

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