Hooked Horror Stories Novels & Stories

sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴀɪᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏғ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ɪɴsᴜʟᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ. ʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ sʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪsʟᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴡɪʟʟ.

There are a few grammatical errors, please bear with me Emily Cole a simple bubbly, serious/fashion minded 22 year old from Seattle that stays in new York and works for one of the prestigious company in NewYork . Her family is everything to her, her mom, dad, sister not forgetting her bestie Susan .Working in the finance department as an assistant to the financial advisor. An incident occurs and she's promoted to the personal assistant for the boss. Her life becomes a roller coaster of drama as she not only falls in love with her boss, but also managed to get a few enemies What else could go wrong for Emily? Damien Richardson, an arrogant billionaire, he's got everything a man could ask for. Good looks, greek god body, unlimited bank balance and any woman he wants at his beck and call. Not forgetting his "on and off " girlfriend.He's arrogant, possessive,and absolutely cold. He doesn't believe in love To top it all of a crazy ex-girlfriend seeking revenge His former P.A betrayed him and he finds himself hiring Emily Cole to fill the position. What he doesn't know is that his life can never be the same again.With a crazy ex-girlfriend on the loose and a stalker Follow the amazing drama filled story of Emily and Damien.

Miss the blood boiling thrillers that you used to enjoy? Every night, we have a horror story to send you into the sweet, scary dreams.

Zero is a fiery assassin contracted to kill Alex, a billionaire scientist, but on her way, she has a ghastly accident. In a twist of fate, same man she was sent to kill, champions the cause for her survival by paying her hospital bills and bringing her into his home to take care of her. A series of events take place which lead to their getting emotionally close - so close that sparks begin to fly. Question that keeps popping up in zero's mind is who is she and why does she feel this type of way for the man who says he's her boss. You see, Zero has lost her memory, she doesn't remember a thing. That's probably where the problem lies. A whole lot of drama later and she finds out things are not as they seem. Certain people have been yanking her chains. They have to pay!

It was my third day working as an NPC cashier in a horror game when the supermarket got completely wrecked by players. They stormed in, smashing shelves, looting everything, setting fires, feeling real proud of themselves. "Told you the shopkeeper here was useless. Absolutely trash in all combat stats," one said. "Grab whatever you want. Once we're done, we'll just kill the owner," another chimed in. My mouth was gagged. I shook my head in terror. One of the players sneered. "Begging? That won't save you." No! That was not what I was trying to say! I was trying to tell them that today was the NPC internal shopping day. Three minutes from now, every single dungeon boss in the entire game would be rushing here to shop.

Hannah Brown, an abandoned, shy, broke and heartbroken twenty-three years old woman accepts life time job offer as as assistant to, arrogant, self centered, cruel millionaire investor, Micheal Capone. It's no secret these two are complete opposites. Will these opposites heal and maybe even fall in love along the way? Read on to find out!

In real life, I had been pushed to the brink by an online romance scam. Just when everything fell apart, I awakened something called the Devotion System, and before I could make sense of it, I found myself thrown into a horror game. Among all the players, I was the weakest, barely able to take care of myself. If I wanted to survive, I had only one option—find someone stronger and cling to them, no matter what it took. However, things did not go the way I expected. Every player avoided me like the plague. Not a single one was willing to team up. With nowhere left to turn, I made a desperate decision. I chose a ghost. I treated her as my bound partner and devoted myself completely to her, clinging to her as if my life depended on it. However, as I spent more time with her, I began to realize she was not just something terrifying. She was someone who had been hurt, someone deeply broken. Hence, I stopped pretending. I began to help her sincerely. In the end, we overcame everything together and cleared the game. However, when I returned to the real world, I discovered something I never could have expected. She had followed me back. From that moment on, all I could do was wait for the system to pull me into the next stage.

It’s end of October 1985 and the crumbling river town of Dubois, Iowa is shocked by the gruesome murder of one of the pillars of the community. Detective David Carlson has no motive, no evidence, and only one lead: the macabre local legend of “Boris Orlof,” a late night horror movie host who burned to death during a stage performance at the drive-in on Halloween night twenty years ago and the teenage loner obsessed with keeping his memory alive. The body count is rising and the darkness that hangs over the town grows by the hour. Time is running out as Carlson desperately chases shadows into a nightmare world of living horrors. On Halloween the drive-in re-opens at midnight for a show no one will ever forget. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

This book gathers different love stories, yes, love stories. All these stories that I collected over time, that were told to me by friends, acquaintances, relatives and others from my own imagination ink. And perhaps, there is some coincidence.

I had a perception disorder that messed with how I saw and felt stuff. So when I got dropped into a horror game, everyone else freaked out trying to survive— Me? I thought I was in a dating sim. I raised a young fae like she was my kid, fell for the vampire count, and treated the undead like my in-laws. The first time I saw the vampire—face torn up, soaked in blood—I straight-up blushed. "You're really handsome." He froze. Then, low and uncertain: "Am I... really handsome?"