Freaky Friday Novels & Stories

dad says “And where is she?” i ask again “Amelia.. Has passed away. The grief of knowing that she would never see her beautiful daughter again dragged her into such dark depression that the power of the frinx within her became a glacier within her. Sucking out all of her life” Frieda explains “And who were you to her?” i ask Frieda “I am her older sister. Frieda Rucksov” she answers with sadness.

It was more like the kid who was slaughtered first in Friday the 13th. I winced, as Zhen nibbled at my thumb anxiously. Even sharpened silk smarted, and Zhen had a biting fetish. “It’s all gone Amityville,” I murmured, grasping onto the banister, only to stagger backwards, as loud music blasted from the walls. I cringed at the piercing strings and horns, along with the chilling whisperings, and Okama whined. “The Friday the 13th thing was a joke, Spooks, so stop reading my mind and cut out the horror movie theme tune.”

she said firmly before pushing me away again. I feel like I've been stabbed in the stomach. The alarm clock I had programmed rings on the icy table in my office. It is the end of the dream. We both jump when there is a knock on the door. I am so stunned that I do not realize Lucia is already walking towards the door. I see her straighten up and raise her head like a queen. Then she delicately pulls the handle. A high-pitched scream is heard, bringing me out of my lethargy, and I see with horror the whore my cousin had planned to send me.

It was more for Kendra's sake, but Demitri would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy an excuse to spend more time with his friends. Every Friday after school, Kendra, Steve, and Kyle would join them for book club. They each took turns picking the book, but as usual Becca and Demitri were the only two that actually cared. While they had written summaries and detailed notes about the book, the others brought blank paper most the time so they could catch just enough facts to make it seem like they read it.

Maya had nearly fallen asleep. Then the door burst open. The smell entered first. Alcohol. Heavy and sharp. Freya froze. For a brief second, Maya saw fear flashed across her mother's face. "Hide," Freya whispered. Her voice shook. "Now." Before Maya could ask why, Freya pulled her from the bed and shoved her inside a wardrobe. The door closed. Darkness swallowed everything. Only a narrow gap remained between the doors. Enough to see. Enough to hear. Enough to remember.

When I was eighteen, my brothers, the bosses of our mafia family, brought home an adopted sister. And so, naive as I was, I became the biggest nuisance in the family. When Vivian's dress was torn, they blamed me. When Vivian was frightened by the gang violence, they still blamed me. Later, our turf was attacked, and Vivian was kidnapped by our rivals. My brothers, who used to adore me, looked at me with desperate, tearful eyes and broke down. "Piper, we are begging you. Please take Vivian's place, okay?" I quietly looked up at them and softly said, "Okay." So, on that stormy night, I walked alone into the enemy camp and took the place of their beloved princess. As for me, I was thro

Very far from the bible's setting, but near enough to teleport back and forth when needed. "I brought these tarot cards online last week, and they just arrived yesterday. Wanna play?" Frey took out a box of large cards with colorful pictures on them. Frey loves creepy things. Horror, the occult, and voodoos. Lucky me, I guess. I found a best friend that is not hard to talk to when it comes to family. "Those are not toys. Plus, I really can't read." I told her while slurping my white pasta. Her pale complexion compliments her hair. She's built larger than me so her freckles stood out on her chubby cheeks.

I take one and take a sniff of that sweet aroma that makes me think of him. "I exclusively make classic horror movies. The movie is Nightmare on Elm Street. Is that okay with you? A gummy asks around. I have a strange suspicion that the food we are eating is Edwarde-colored. "Excellent. " There is nothing except spooky dreams, knife fingers, and Freddy's messed-up visage for the next two hours. It's perfect for me and comes without any questions or small conversation.. The front door opens as the credits begin to roll, which causes me to get up from the couch. Be calm, Emily. You weren't doing improperly at all.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧-𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐱