Creepy Stuff

My husband's first love, Annie Quinn, suffers from a nosebleed. He decides to stuff me into the fridge and make me write a letter of apology in order to punish me. "Tie up the entire fridge with a coil of rope and leave it in the wine cellar. Let her atone for her sins there quietly." I keep pounding against the fridge door with all my might, even as it makes me bleed all over the place. I hope Nathan Grayson, my husband, can let me out. Instead, Nathan takes Annie on a trip to Arci where they have fun skiing and watching the penguins waddle about. One week later, Nathan opens the fridge after returning from his trip. The moment he lays eyes on my rotten corpse, he loses his mind on the spot.

I have claustrophobia, yet Luther Jansen abandons me in a stopped elevator so he can bring some flu medicine to his assistant. I ask for a divorce after that. He signs the papers without hesitation and laughs about it with his friends. "She's just throwing a tantrum—her parents are dead, so there's no way she'll leave me. "Besides, there's a 30-day cooling-off period for divorces, right? I'll generously let this matter slide once she regrets this, and she'll be back." The following day, he shares an intimate photo of himself with his assistant. "I want to record every moment of your shyness." I count the days until I'm free. Then, I calmly pack my stuff and make a call. "Can you buy me a flight ticket to Nanderton, Uncle David?"

The heir to the New York mafia family, the Donovitch crime family, chose me as a potential fiancée candidate. But I refused to become his wife and the future Madre of the Donovitch family. Because in my previous life, he missed the desperate call from his childhood sweetheart on our wedding night. That led to the sweetheart being killed by a Mexican cartel in revenge. He vented all his frustration on me, using sulfuric acid to disfigure me, tearing off my limbs. He tormented me for five long years. Finally, he used the punishment method for a traitor to stuff me into a gasoline barrel and burn me alive. In this life, I will definitely change my destiny. He has a thing for his stepsister, so I'll let them have each other. But this time, that cold and arrogant man ends up crying and begging me to come back.

Jack Cooke—my husband, who'd never so much as scrambled an egg—suddenly went full kitchen freak. He bought a ton of pots and spatulas, then spent all day just... polishing them. When I called him out, he shrugged. "I like things clean. That a crime now?" Behind him? A mountain of dirty socks. Then it got weirder. He dragged all the kitchen stuff into our bedroom. At night, he'd get weird with a dishcloth. Like, disturbingly weird. I was done. I asked for a divorce. Jack stormed into a private dining room and shredded the papers right in front of our investors. "You're seriously ending our marriage over this? Kinda dramatic, don't you think?" I didn’t blink. “I gave up my spot for your pots and pans. A little thanks wouldn’t kill you.”

I leaned back limply, lamenting my destiny. "I'm sure Devan is flawed, really. don't you see? he is too Rigid. He's too mysterious. His face was pale, and it was strange. How can his wolf not realize I am his Mate?" I grumbled in protest. Astrid rolled her eyes lazily. "So you're going to keep Arley? Your relationship that you have been in for five years. But Arley not your Mate. come on daughter of Beta, don't break the rules or our Pack will throw you away until you are said to fail," Astrid gave a warning. How many times do I have to say? I love my Arley lover who treats me like a princess, Rather than chasing after a mysterious man like Devan, who was stiff, cold, and too creepy, and he doesn't realize I am his Mate, so I don't have to chase him; either? Are you sure that cruel man is a Lycan? "I asked doubtfully

Everything that she could remember was that she had dropped dead and fell face first at the grand staircase that she was descending. Cause of death? unknown She thought she will be going straight to the reincarnation pool at the heavens, but who would have thought that she had already used up her 10 lifetimes, and each life ended with her suddenly dying at the same age of 25. And each time, she would have no idea how she died. Aggrieved, wronged, and unwilling! Who wouldn't be? After thousands of years doing missions, leveling up, fighting monsters and kinds of stuff, she finally became a Goddess, excited as to finally, she could take a rest. "Go to these worlds, do tasks, save planets, conquer tribes, build things and etc. Do something, earn respect from the undead, and gather believers among the living."

Hayden Baxter's sidepiece comes up to me and throws yet another tantrum. "I love Hayden too much. Can't you let me have him?" Hayden sits quietly on one side but texts me, "Just say yes and humor her for a bit." I do as I am told, then wordlessly begin to pack up my stuff so I can move out of the home I share with Hayden. On my way out, I hear his friends jesting, "Elena is surprisingly obedient. Does this mean she'll abort her baby if you ask her to, Hayden?" Hayden raises a brow, looking nonchalant. "Want to place a bet on it? "I bet she'd whine and throw a fit at the hospital entrance in a week, only to give in and do as she's told." I don't argue. Instead, I quietly tap on my conversation with someone else. "Will you marry me?" "Yes."

Ever thought you were different from the world, that no matter how you tried, you just never fit in? That no body would accept the real you? Things felt the same for Ariana Bliss. It never got better after she realized the head agent of her defense academy that everyone answered to was the most annoying schoolmate she could ever come across. ******************************. "It's gonna be like this for a month." He smiled. Punch him. Break his nose or finger, dislocate his leg, shove a book in his mouth, stuff a pen into his nostrils. Ari's mind kept thinking of several possible ways to hurt him. "You don't know how much I wanna hurt you." She mumbled truthfully. "You can't, cos I'm gonna beat you again. Just like earlier today." He smirked. Arrrgh! "Just ignore. I'm just gonna ignore you for the rest of my life. " She said and the teacher walked in.....

Hannah was a troubled soul, her past horrors have molded her into a sad, melancholic girl. She has been through a lot of painful stuff that she decided to end her life. As she lay down a bathtub filled with her blood, she did not realize that her death was just the beginning of her journey. A series of mysterious occurrences take place after her death. It all starts with her step-brother Matthew's discovery of a letter from Hannah. Her vengeful spirit seems to live on to haunt those who have wronged her. Devon the love of her life, Cassidy her best friend who betrayed her, her mother Lucy who bore Hannah with her affair with Garret, and Brandon Johnson her dad who has kept a dark secret involving Hannah. One by one, page by page of each letter the truth unfolds and her hauntings may not be the real horror in this story. This is not just a horror story but a twisted love story that transcends life and death.

When Chase Tanning’s mother remarries a decade after his father’s death, he is happy to see his mother happy once again. But when he moves in to his new house with his new step-father and step-brother, he’s convinced that they have made a grave mistake. Not only is the house centuries old and gives off a creepy vibe, but his new step-family is even more mysterious and cold towards him than he anticipated. However, moving to a new school in his sophomore year is even more challenging than he anticipated, and as the bullies have a field day with him while his step-brother, Alexander Marshall, all but avoids his very existence. That is until…he is pushed down the stairs and ends up hitting his head hard enough to heal. In an instant, his life changes forever as he is surrounded by people with fangs and claws, with no hope of escape. But right then, a shadowy figure steps in front of him, and drives the hissing creatures away. “Welcome to hell, little brother,” says his savior. “From now on, you are mine to claim, mine to do as I please.”