Haunt Your Heart Out Novels & Stories

But I betrayed her vulnerability, letting my fear take over. As I turned away, seeking the comfort of the basement, the world outside became a blurry, distant realm. The screams of the storm fused with Wendy's cries, and the sound of my heartbeat echoed in my ears. Guilt gnawed at me, and my heart was heavy with the weight of my cowardly act.

I got a lot of mails and on my side table are goods from friends who hope me to get well and from enemies who hope me to die. I hope I simply die, I run out of reason to live anyway. For the last time, I fail to find my sister, I ask people if any lady of her age appear here. Just in case she saw me in the news and got a heart to pay me a visit. Maybe she hates me or she’s no longer here… I hope she’s still alive though she can’t remember me.

Of course, fear has a way of summoning exactly what you dread. Footsteps sounded in the stairwell, slow and even. Then in the hallway. They got closer and closer… until they stopped. Right outside my door. - The handle turned, and the door creaked open. The person outside paused, as if inspecting the room. Then they stepped inside. I covered my mouth and curled tighter beneath the bed, afraid to even breathe. Black leather boots crossed the floor with soft, heavy steps. Every footstep felt like it landed straight on my heart.

Wilson…My Wilson All the thoughts running through my head halted at that moment. I dare say all my sadness and anger also vanished Everywhere blurred, everyone vanished but I could distinctively hear the singing crew sing ‘Young and beautiful’ ‘Dear Lord when I get to heaven, would you let me bring my man? When he comes tell him that you'll let him in……father tell me if you can…..’ That also faded into the background as I panicked turned to look at Wilson His eyes were red, puffy, sad, elated, hopeful….His eyes were a lot of things

She encouraged herself He was her worst nightmare, a murderer, a killer. He's the reason behind her everyday tears and she was sure going to haunt him same way he did to her. Having encouraged her self enough. She lifted her head up and narrowed her eyes to meet his . Her gaze dropped instantly as it peered into the hot seething dark eyes. His eyes were blazing fire, his jaw tighten as though he was about to murder. Fear over took her as she shudder from where she stood still holding the tray that contained his breakfast. She couldn't tell what offense she had committed rather she prayed silently wishing he'd just voice it out rather than shot her with deadly glare that makes shiver ran down

“Maybe. I need to know everything about someone named Othello who has a super exclusive club in the city. I need to get into the club tomorrow too.” “I see that you’ve been busy.” I sighed into the phone as I finally kicked off my death trap heels. “It may be nothing, but I’m hoping it’s something. I fucking hope that it’s something.” “Okay, I’ll see what I can do,” Ma said. “How soon?”

All that remains is a desperate yearning for liberation from this overwhelming despair. "But after today, Shane, the shadow of this pain will cling to you relentlessly. It will become an inseparable part of your existence, haunting every waking moment," a disembodied voice seems to whisper, accentuating the ominous atmosphere around him. The world seems to shrink, suffused with the melancholy of his heartbreak.

My heartbeat pounds like war drums and ghost claws to break free. It is time to show the little human exactly why she should not be here.

With her steps that’s echoing into a dreaded tone, it follows the lullaby that is known from within the dark. “For your hungry wanting wants is heard. Shhh… don’t let someone know, for the Witcher. Heartless cold who eats your dreams. He comes to knock and eat. Leaving you with heartache and woe. As the owl coos for the night. Flowers will wither in that time. One soul he loves will be fed. With the ominous presence that came out from the box and now swirling all over her body. It is slowly engulfing her and them whole as the lullaby continues.

Outside, a howl pierces the air the sound is not angry, not wild, just haunting. My name fills the air, just for me to hear, soft and clear. A voice I know by heart. Zane.