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Emma willed her legs to move as she felt around for a wall. She hadn’t been able to see much of anything when she had first entered the crypt, and now that she was sealed in, she was surrounded by a stygian darkness. She bumped into something solid and stone-like, and immediately crouched down on the floor in a fetal position. Her body shook, her lips trembled and her mind conjured creepy-crawlies, fantastic monsters, and demons of all shapes and sizes. And they came, one and all in full force, to crawl over her skin, to nip and paw at her, and to literally pull her to pieces.

'' I mutter under my breath. ''So did he . . . '' My voice almost inaudible as I sigh deeply, ''That was a pretty good story, huh? Do you think I should publish it somewhere? Online? There's this website called Wattpad and I heard that it's quite good. You never know, people might be interested in our love life.''

But I can't tell these two coz they'll think I'm snoopy and I like him. I sink back on the seat and continue to munch on the oreos. "Harry was mean to Tessa," Karla says in delight. "Look where they ended!" "Who are those?" I ask obliviously. "Oh My God!" She almost causes an accident due to shock. "You've not read AFTER?" I roll my eyes. "What's that?" Why is she making such a big deal? "It's the most famous wattpad book!" Karla groans in frustration. "We are so NOT friends, Camilla Clarkson!"

he bent down and said in her ear "I am your monster and you are my Dark Hidden Paradise " ///Guys...it's Sriste here....it's a story of some dangerous mystery with obsessjve love...so please support me with your love...I can tell u all that I will make you love with every character in story...Follow me in my Instagram : sriste__author.///

asked one of them. “I have some back in the room. It’s for the sleepover.” replied the other. “I’m so excited!” “Me too! I can’t wait for the Bloody Mary! I will be the one to try it out first!” “Oh my gee! Are we going to read some creepypasta stories for the scary parts?” “Yes! And I heard Nympha will also tell us some true supernatural stories when she was still in the Philippines!”

I then resolved to shoot for the sky even when I have no competition to motivate me. "What are you writing?", I asked, trying to feel less awkward. "I'm writing a story on Wattpad, "The Battle of Wits: War Against Bullies". Would you like to read it and tell me what you think?, It isn't much. Just an author note and the prologue, which I'm writing that I want to publish tonight". "The title sounds cool. I would have asked for the synopsis if not that I don't like spoilers or anything that looks like it. I'm on Wattpad, so I'll read it and drop my review for you in your DM"

This place creeped me out. Mama Delphine sat in her crooked chair, stirring a pot that smelled like pepper and old stories. Her sister, Marie, sat opposite, eyes open, soul gone. Breath went in and out, but there was no one home. I wanted out of here yesterday, but all I could do was wait for Lucian and try to block out the swamp witch’s mutterings. “The swamp gone quiet,” Mama said, voice low. “Dat mean de dead listenin’ again. When dey listenin’, somethin’ wicked fixin’ to walk.”

"Why are you so bad at following instructions?" Since the magnetic problem from the Blood Moon seems to have calmed down a bit, I pull out my phone. I log into the Academy's Dark Faction forum, search for the elite student list, and directly message Ilius. [Death God — Rea]: I have your runaway werewolf. If you want him back, bring credits. The ransom starts at an hourly rate. The longer you leave him in my storage, the higher the storage f*e gets. While I wait for the money to come in, I look back down at the naked werewolf. Because I'm so close, my eyes catch a huge flaw. There is a small, completely bald spot of missing fur near the base of his tail.

Slowly, she stepped back, but the bus just waited, its entrance gaping open like a whale ready to swallow her whole. Willa wasn’t stupid. She knew danger when she saw it. “Hey…” she screamed, but nothing came out. Her voice didn’t go beyond her ears. At only twenty-one, she had become the most sought-after ghostwriter in the country. Platforms like Ellalux, Febnovel, and even the mighty master of webnovels, Koodnovel, had sought her services. Known as the horror-story specialist, she crafted dignified deaths, haunted struggles, and glorified survivals.