Daphne Du Maurier Novels & Stories

Unease crept through her chest instantly. Someone was staring at her. Her heartbeat slowed painfully. Slowly— Elena turned around. And froze. A woman stood in the corner of the room. Ghostly pale. Long black hair hanging around a sunken face. Large hollow eyes stared directly at Elena without blinking. Her white dress was soaked heavily in blood. And lodged deep inside her stomach— Was a knife. Blood dripped slowly onto the floor beneath her. Elena’s breathing stopped. The woman took one slow step forward.

"But the dust is not disturbed anywhere near that back section of the wing" "Just because the dust isn't disturbed doesn't mean that no one has been through there, Charlotte and I... We... Even after father had banned us from going in there, we would sneak in and sit in one of the back rooms as it is like a small library, there is a mountain of books in there that we couldn't find anywhere else. Like our history for both vampires and werewolves, I think there was a mate match of a werewolf and vampire in the Royal family a long time ago before any of the wars divided the two species, I think the war had something to do with that pairing. We would always make sure our steps were light, and we

The waiters also took care of me and gave me a glass of wine just to make me relax while waiting for my companion. After a minute of waiting, the entrance door opened then I saw a fine lady. She walked towards my direction gracefully. She had a sweet smile. She's tall, looks simple but yet elegant. She's indeed beautiful with her red dress which suits her porcelain skin. I was stunned! Yes, I admitted it. She looked like one of the Goddesses of Mount Olympus in Greek Mythology. She was more gorgeous than before but nah! I was still not interested. I already have the most precious gem of my life which is my angel. The one and only, Angela.

Erik realized just then that he had barely tipped the iceberg when it came to the wonderful and interesting qualities this woman possessed. "Who is your favorite writer?" Pearl asked Phoebe. "Austen, for sure." She said. Pearl smiled. "Yes. She was an phenomenal writer. Pride and Prejudice is one of my favorites." Pearl said. "Oh yes. Mr. Darcy. The man that ruined all men for every woman, for hundreds of years later, even. That's why I love literature so much. One thing, one person created in a woman's mind has the ability to affect the lives of so many for centuries later, just because of how she was able to write about it." Phoebe said. Auggie looked at her adoringly and kissed her hand.

There she was on the porch, arms crossed, her hair wild like the wind had been arguing with her. Inside, surrounded by her herbs and old books and mismatched blankets, I finally felt something in me unclench. My chest loosened. My shoulders dropped. Mara’s cottage sat beneath ancient trees, half-swallowed by vines, the same way it always had. Smoke curled from the chimney. Herbs hung by the windows. It smelled like pine and damp leaves—home. Mara was standing on the porch before I even stepped out. Typical. She always sensed me coming. “You’ve brought the wind of wolves with you,” she said by way of greeting, her sharp eyes narrowing at the guards who lingered at a distance. “And the smell o

I turned. The mirror glowed faintly in the dark, like a window lit from another world. The woman inside it moved—not like a ghost, but like a prisoner pacing her cage. She pointed toward the wall. I followed her gaze—toward a painting. A young bride in colonial lace. Her eyes held secrets. Her smile… defeat. The name beneath: > “Anindya Damar, 1893 – Disappeared on Her Wedding Night.” The voice returned, stronger. > “The curse feeds on brides. On purity. On memory. But one bride... was never forgotten.”

"We ended up back at her place. Most incredible night of my life." "And let me guess," Rick said, his voice suddenly dry. "You never heard from her again." Dante looked up sharply. "How'd you know?" "Lucky guess," Rick muttered, taking another sip of bourbon. "That's her M.O.," Nathan explained. "The Duchess doesn't do relationships. One night, then goodbye. She's famous for it." "I thought I was different," Dante admitted, looking embarrassed. "We had this... connection, you know? When she looked at me, I felt like I was the only man in the world."

Scarlett I woke up with a terrible headache. I must have overdone it. I got too cold and nervous that I drank too much. The communication between Lucian and Maxwell was disturbing. I did not like being in the dark, especially about things that concerned me. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and made sure I hurried up. Then decided to clean up the rooms even though it was no longer my job. Idleness was killing me sitting down, so I kept myself busy. Besides, I noticed their staff never entered their rooms, and I was sure it was for a good reason. Once I was done cleaning the place up, I decided to take a book from their shelf. I looked for books that seemed happy and void of romance. I did

Their worry permeated the air, but it was not for him or the little human girl that was left behind. It was for themselves. The Conduit was dead and now there was no one to protect them. About the Author Charly Clark is a designer and a writer. Wolf Queen is her debut novel. She has been writing for as long as she remembers and her works are spread over a variety of genres. She works from her home in Slough, Berkshire and splits her time between writing and her business Cheeky Charly’s. She has both Bachelor’s degree as well as a Master’s degree in interior designing. She has also founded her own small sewing business called Cheeky Charly’s. Charly loves to travel and experience new places

Daphne continued walking, jogging, and running till she arrived at the east side of the Villa where she finally saw light and people. She was surprised to see all the maids there, including those at the west building. She quickened her steps and walked up to the stairs of the big door when two elderly maids stopped her from going further. They are the two personal maids of the old lady and now they don’t have the affectionate look for her anymore. The door came open and Lady Rose emerged out the door with a killer look and raised shoulder. “You are welcome you hold digger!” Lady Rose said.