Alice In Wonderland Horror Book の小説・ストーリー

It wasn’t even Monday yet, and I was already obsessing over a girl who probably didn’t even notice me like that. I sighed, knowing I wouldn’t be able to sleep for the rest of the night. I grabbed a book from the stack on my desk, hoping it would distract me for a while. I sat down in front of the mirror, placing the book on the table. The title caught my eye, The Man’s Daughter. I snorted, flipping through the pages absentmindedly. “Was John Harrington a daughter?” I muttered to myself, laughing at my own nonsense.

The room was small with books taking up most of the spaces, leaving a very small space for people to sit. Red mask went to the seat behind the table and nodded for us to seat opposite him. Reluctantly, Craig pulled me to the seat beside him. Yet, I couldn’t help but stare at the strange pictures all over the room. There were like thousands of books that I was sure no one would be able to read to finish, no matter how many minutes they spent reading each day. “Where’s the mark?” he said without preamble. He seemed not to be interested in any other thing than the mark.

The entrance to their apartment was elegant, scented with the expensive lily floral arrangement that stood upon the marble table, the jewel-toned velvet upholstered chairs casually arranged around a low table artfully disguising that this was, essentially, a waiting room, for those seeking audience with their lead alpha, and as such, was also heavily guarded both by the receptionist who had gone home for the day, leaving her walnut desk glossily tidy, the chair neatly pressed in, and by the ever-present security guards, who opened the door for Reid and Vincent as they stepped out of the elevator. On the other side of the door was a carefully curated space designed to impress upon those who e

After a while, she stood up and reapplied her makeup. “Will I see you again?” I ask and she simply smiles at me. “At least tell me your name.” I call after her but she opens my room door, waves and leaves. Fuck. I still couldn’t move properly. I was shaken awake where I found out the book was still on my chest. It was a dream. Of course it was. No one that sexy would be real. A pounding on my room door matched the pounding in my head. I opened the door to see my pissed off father.

I admired some of the old classics and new books as my eyes wandered over every title. I had gathered a stack of books in my hand, picking ones I wanted to read and taking them out. So far, I had five books that I found would pique my interest such as Alice in Wonderland, Pride and Prejudice and the Maze Runner. All of these books were human and I admired the wide selection of books that this room had. I tried to find one that was all about werewolves like the library back at my pack had and only seemed to find one that was labelled 'As Old As Time Will Tell' written by none other than one of the eldest werewolf alive which was 'Herbert Vanderlin'. In the blurb, it states his life as an old

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

It was so liberating for him, that little by little and without realizing it, he began to shout it. "I am not a monster! I am not a monster!" He was screaming, louder and louder. Convinced for some strange reason that he was not a freak. Jonah ran out of his house and screamed that he was not a monster. He was running so fast that he had to hold Alma's head in his hand so that it wouldn't bother him. The people who saw him pass by looked at him strangely, his presence provoking disgust. But the children were afraid to see him. They wondered in their innocent little minds who was that strange little man, who possessed the color of the night and carried on his shoulder a strange head?

' Alice held her breath, but all she could hear was the thudding of her own heart. "Please say something. Hello?" Alice whimpered. She pictured Felix standing there in the blackness, wearing that same awful smile he always graced her with. Then, as fear poked its bony fingers into the back of her mind, she started to picture other things. Serial killers in masks. Monsters. Every protagonist of every horror film she'd ever watched. Was he doing this on purpose to torment her or was it simply the fear driving her mad? "Please... if you're there... just... please... please..."

Either way, tomorrow I’ll have answers to my questions. I arrived back home but I kinda felt strange. It felt like someone was watching me. I looked around in my surroundings but it was too dark to see. I ignored the nagging feeling in my stomach and I went back inside. I made sure to lock all my doors and windows before I went to bed. I was about to run up to my room when there was a knock on my door. I went back down and looked at the camera surveillance of my door. There was no one there. Strange since I was sure I heard a knock. I went to my front door and noticed there was a piece of paper on the floor right where there was a gap between the door and the floor. I picked it up and realiz

Alice sank into the sofa and gestured me to take a seat. "So, tell me what's bothering you?" I sat down near the chaise opposite her. "Madam Luna, I don't know how to explain. I am having these weird dreams which become true. " Alice narrowed her eyes. "I saw Zaiden's wolf and a lake in my dream. The next day I saw them for real when he took me to that lake.....then last night I saw them... Those rogues who took me... seemed so real. Am I making sense?"