A Rather Haunted Life Novels & Stories

SHAWNA'S POV: Life has always been cruel to me, I have lost all those who were once close to my heart. Standing here all alone. Well, they say, nobody's life is perfect and neither is that they are perfect... But guess that is how life is, like me. I am not perfect or either my life is, for me, life is now a mystery. It is always in suspense what the next morning bring for me?... LIFE... the four-letter word... it's amusing how tiny and simple it looks, but when we see it closely, it is a big wide world. It would take another novel to write it all about.

Savannah. "Scarlett, what are you doing? What did you do?" She asked, horrified as her eyes darted between me and the room, the realisation dawning on her. Grabbing me by my upper arms, she shook me violently. "What did you do, Scarlett? What madness is this? You've gone too far, Scarlett, too far." She cried out. Breaking out of her hold, I snapped, "I've gone too far? Really, Miss Hawton? I just got thrown across the room like a ragdoll by some freaking invisible force, and you're telling me that I've gone too far? You've got to be kidding me. Tell me the truth; I want to know what the hell is going on in this place. Is this a haunted house or something? Are you all in some kind of freak c

After all, I used to believe that after she leaves for school, my life would return back to normal. Boy was I wrong. But finally, I succeeded in shutting everything about her out. I stopped thinking about her, I burnt our memories, I even soul that house off cause it held way too many memories of hers. I was finally numb on the inside like I used to be, devoid of any emotions. My life returned back to normal, and now she was back in my life.

"He used to cook for me too, all the time." The bed began moving toward the operating room. William gripped my hand tightly. I forced a small smile. "What are you so afraid of?" I asked. "If you don't make it out... what am I supposed to do?" he said. I paused. Then, I said quietly, "Then let's meet again in the next life." Our hands were pulled apart, and the doors of the operating room closed behind me. … [In the Next Life — March 16, 2024, 2:07 AM — I'm Turning Into An Angel]

Jessica was crumpled on the floor,utterly wasted, an empty prescription bottle lying beside her. “R-Richard?You’re here,” she stuttered, scrambling to her feet. Her eyes were wide and haunted, darting around the room as if she were trying to hide from a ghost. “A-Aurora… that bitch… she’s back! She’s alive! She called me… she said she came back from hell to haunt us! To haunt us for what we did! I saw her, Richard, I swear! A silhouette, right there in the doorway! She’s back! She’s back!”

When my senses slowly returned, I noticed a small stream of blood was trickling out of my ear. "You killed my mother!" she screamed raspily. "What did you say to her? Why was she overstimulated? The kidney transplant was a success! She could have lived a few more years. She hadn't even seen her grandchild yet!" A heartbroken Henry wiped Josephine's tears away. "Amnesia isn't a reason for you to kill Delilah. If you don't like me, then come at me. Why take it out on her?" I clutched my right ear, but the blood kept trickling through the cracks between my fingers. "I didn't say anything."

8 million. After paying off the mortgage, Zachary pocketed 1.5 million, which was the exact amount he handed over to me. Yara reportedly caused a huge scene and had to be taken to the hospital for fetal monitoring. His mother blamed everything on me and called me a "bloodsucking vixen". Sadly for her, no one pitied her. Someone from our old university group chat spread the story, and the former class monitor approached me privately, "Estelle, is it true? About Zachary and Yara?"

"Is that what I was? I felt like a ghost for a while Marco. I was stuck between the way things were and the way they had to become." Marco let out a laugh that turned into a brief cough. He waved his hand toward the cellar in the distance. Sofia was probably checking the sugar levels in the harvest. "Ghosts haunt, Hannah. They hold on to what's dead because they are afraid to let go. You did not hold on. You reached out. You went all the way back to 1782. Brought a thread to the present day. That is not haunting that is creating."

"I have been going through one of my worst phases of my life ,I know I've been continously under the blue eyes of him, like a shadow he is after me always. Despite I've people that sound secure to me, but nothing could save me from imagining my fears ,that had became a undeatchable part of my life. Although, the Cops are patrolling and protecting us around my house for 24 hours , but still I hadn't forgotten that how he entangled my thoughts , causing my body to shudder under his minty breathe. He had venom in his voice that could devour me ruthlessly, leaving me nothing but a girl that is haunted by only recollecting his dreadful actions. His words had seeped into my bones intensely, eve