Dead Time Stories Novels & Stories

The experience of being kept in the dark was something I found deeply unpleasant. Hours Later Valerie unearthed an ancient security video that appeared both grainy and distorted yet remained sufficiently clear. The corner timestamp displayed a date ten days prior to the janitor’s murder. Sophia stepped out of the club and appeared on the screen yet she had company. Sophia’s mother was with her.

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

The wind blew gently caressing our face with the warmth of the late afternoon breeze, a familiar fragrance enters my nostrils it’s been six years since then I haven't heard anything from her but her billion dollar company remains the same and became even more powerful Lu took over it that's what I know after I flew back home to make my dreams come true. "Don't worry, my gramps told me that when two people did not end up together in this timeline, another life will be granted for them," She gave me her toothy grin. "Maybe in some other lifetimes, you will meet her again," I hope so darling, I will be waiting for her, again. **********

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After suffering three miscarriages for the sake of my husband, Xavier Lowe, I started seeing something no one else could—the death countdown hovering in front of people's hearts. The crimson numbers, ticking away in hours, days, and years, were as clear as day. It made my husband's family look at me like I was some kind of monster, especially after I accidentally blurted out the exact time that would later be Xavier's sister's death. At the time, they just laughed it off and didn't think much about it.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Timothy Yeager is the sole successor of Caelumis, the most powerful force of Efral. He has billions of dollars in inheritance and countless subordinates! On this day, he returns to civilization with the marriage contracts his mentor has set for him so he can keep his promise and protect his fiancées. However, as soon as he gets home, most of his fiancées call off their engagements to him. "Do you think you're worthy of marrying someone from the Barton family when you're so useless?" "How can the daughter of the Lynde family marry a peasant like you? It's a humiliation to her!" "Today, we're gathered here to annul the marriage contracts with a loser like you!" "You're dreaming if you thi

I still couldn't understand what I had ever done to deserve all of this, even after I was sent down to a stockpen used as a holding cell in the Great Barren North. I held on and pulled through, thankfully. I spent 20 years paying off those debts, and right when I thought I could get a fresh start in life, I unexpectedly ran into the three people who were supposed to be long dead. Instead, they were happily talking and laughing together. I was overwhelmed by disbelief as I rushed forward to confront them. However, they were afraid that their fake deaths would be exposed, so they drove over me with their car. Heaven had fortunately granted me mercy, though.

He took one, walked back, and knelt before the ashes. “Little sister…” He closed his eyes. “I’m coming to be with you.” The silver dagger plunged into his heart. Caleb and Noah followed. I watched the absurd scene, finding it almost laughable. Even in death, they could never repay what they did to me. Three bodies fell to the ground, their blood pooling into a river. Soon, three transparent souls floated up from their bodies. And then they saw me. Ethan rushed towards me, ecstatic. “Freya!”

Back. _Thump._ “Always,” Adrian said. “Always,” I said. _Silence. 12:01 AM._ They slept. Finally. 3 years old. And 11 seconds. Stayed dead. And Reese. Stayed nothing. And the _AFTER_ box. Stayed closed. On shelf. With _SORRY_. With _R_. With bracelets. With 7. And us. Stayed.