Freaky Friday Novels & Stories

But because Devian's true identity in California was not known, so he was safe for now. Slept a lot and only woke up the next morning. She was still not fully awake when Devian threw a folder towards her. Seeing the folder on the bed Arien asked in a confused tone "What's it?" "Today your 7 days time is over. Sign it." Devian ordered sternly. The cold and aloof director is back! "For your kind information Mr Lyle, I still have 8 hours time. What if I pay you by the time?" Arien spoke while looking at the clock.

I paced across the room, my heart racing as the echoes of my last dream still clung to my skin. The furies. The whispered warnings, the icy grips, and the terror—they were becoming more real with every passing day. The eerie connection between me and the Underworld was no longer something I could brush aside.

So, I killed him, stashed his phone, and used it to send that murder threat, giving Jacob his opening. Under my conditioning, Jacob was no longer satisfied with torturing animals. He craved human blood, so I gave him the chance, and sure enough, he didn't disappoint me. Jacob's face twisted with mounting terror, and he gasped for air. "Oh, sorry. I almost forgot you are allergic to pollen." I looked at the fresh flowers in the room, stood, and picked up the trash bag. "I guess you rushed out without your meds, right? I'm heading out."

All I have to do is ignore them, and I'll be fine. -------------------------------- "I really hate being in the library." Hilary complained. They were sent to the library to research about the history of their town through old newspaper articles. "Shut up, and help us. Come on." Henry, her twin brother said. "Hey, guys. Look at this." Xavier found a news article dated thirty years ago." Xavier announced. Everyone gathered around him, except for Landon. "Young boy found dead at the boy's locker room?" Olga read title of the headline.

“Daddy will chase the monster away.” The basement stairs creaked under my weight. The air grew damp and cold, carrying the familiar smell of concrete and forgotten Christmas decorations. I swept the beam across dusty shelves, old furniture covered in sheets, and stacks of boxes labeled “C9” in black marker—my wife’s obsessive filing system for holiday stuff. Nothing. No glowing eyes, no claws, no growling shadows. Just silence and cobwebs. “Nothing here, Lily!” I called up the stairs, my voice echoing slightly. “Just junk. Come down tomorrow and I’ll show you.”

When the waiters brought out buckets of instant noodles, the entire room fell silent. Every guest froze. Then, the whispers started. Their expressions turned strange, eyes full of disdain. My mother-in-law, Nancy Tucker, looked like she had just swallowed poison. As for me, I acted like nothing was wrong. I picked up the microphone and cheerfully waved to everyone to start eating. "What are you all waiting for? Go on, eat. Don't tell me none of these flavors suit your taste," I said.

Julian drove her to Obsidian instead of his penthouse. The club was quieter on a Friday night than usual, but there were still people scattered around the main lounge. Julian didn’t take her there. He led her straight to one of the private playrooms at the back — the one with the large Saint Andrew’s Cross mounted on the wall. Eden’s stomach tightened when she saw it. Julian closed the door and locked it. The sound made her flinch slightly. He turned to face her. “Strip,” he ordered. His voice was calm but left no room for argument.

"Don't come near me!" "Don't come close!" She screamed, still trying to kick something that only she could see. She started to frantically pull her hair as those screams and cries from her nightmare still echoes at the back of her head. Her breathing was frantic, finding it hard to even breathe. Her eyes started to see only darkness around her, she can barely see light. In her eyes, her surrounding is nothing but endless darkness, and that taunting laughter haunts every piece of her. "Please don't come closer!" She hid her head in between her knees cowering in fear at one corner of the bed. Her sobs disturbing the silence of the night. Her pleas and shrieks can make one's hair rises. "Mori?

he said sadly, and I felt bad for how it felt. “Now you have a company, right?” I teased, looking at the shocked expressions of Shaman Magnus and Jessica. Jessica walked to where I was dotted on the vine, stared into my eyes, and asked. “Mommy, who are you talking to?” She asked curiously. “Freaky,” I responded. “You are talking to her, but she isn't talking to you. How?" She said it softly. “It can’t talk like we do,” I answered. “Aunt Lily,” she said, turning around to Lily, who was sitting opposite me. “Can you also talk to Freaky? She probed further, waiting for Lily’s reply.

I asked her while grinning at the thought of my dream girl. “Yeah, the freak?” She answered as if she knew the girl. “Exactly,” I confirmed with a big, proud smile. “So, what's with the freak?” She cluelessly asked and then halted as she realized something. “Oh My Gosh, Prycie! You don't mean she's the one?” She asked in disbelief, and I’m just beaming. “Kyaaaaaah! I told you! I told you! I told you! I'm freaking right the whole f*cking time! Kyaaaah!” She's screaming and shaking her phone, or she is jumping on her chair. What a wild reaction!