Horrify Or Shock Novels & Stories

For three years, I’ve been stuck in a contract with a man who calls himself my fiancé, a chronic cheater who treats me like a trophy and a tool. But everything changed the night of the auction. I went only because I heard whispers that a sacred artifact, a relic tied to my pack’s downfall, would be up for bidding. That relic could save us. I needed it more than my next breath. What I didn’t expect… was him. Damon Cross. The man every Alpha in the city feared. The man who could freeze a room with one look and burn it down with the next. To my wild shock, he was my fiancé’s powerful, ruthless uncle, and the one man I should never want. He unexpectedly got the artifact I wanted. I rushed after him and seeing him head to his car, I yelled. “Hey!” He stopped. Looked down at me with heat in his gaze as I ran up to him, panting. “Give it to me,” I said, holding out my hand. He stepped closer, shadows clinging to his shoulders. “Can you buy it for double the price?” I blinked, his coldness like a slap. Did he not remember me? Then the smirk came. “Tell me, my lovely ex-girlfriend.”

On New Year's Eve, a message from my best friend, Lily Walton, popped up. [I rented a Maybach for our cats to go back to our hometown. A thousand per person. It has heating and surveillance. Isn't that a great deal?] I glanced at my banking app, where my mortgage had just been deducted. [Forget it. My Mochi isn't a princess. She can't afford such an expensive ride.] The next day, I got a selfie from her—hugging her pet cat inside a Maybach. [Chloe, it's such a shame you didn't come. The owner was nice enough to give me a ride home too.] On New Year's evening, right after I stepped through my front door, a frantic knock came at the door. My best friend's parents stood outside, panic written all over their faces. "Is Lily here? She hasn't come home at all. She said yesterday she was preparing a birthday gift for you and even took four thousand dollars from us." Before I could even recover from the shock, the police arrived. My best friend's last contact… was me.

Guerero returned after a year of war. But he didn't come back alone. Standing beside him was a beautiful woman carrying his child. Three months pregnant. Azerbel's world shattered. Guerero was her fated mate. The man she had loved. The man she had waited for. But during the war between werewolves and lycans, Guerero made a choice. He chose another woman. And rejected Azerbel. Heartbroken and humiliated, Azerbel thought losing her mate was the worst thing that could happen. She was wrong. At the peace treaty party, she met Genaro, the Lycan Alpha. Rude. Arrogant. Feared by everyone. And completely impossible to ignore. To everyone's shock, Genaro publicly asked Azerbel to become his mate. Not for love. But as a symbol of peace between their two races. Guerero was stunned. His rejected mate was leaving. And the worst part? He couldn't stop her. Because Guerero wasn't Alpha yet. His father still held the title. As secrets from the war begin to surface, Azerbel must decide: Should she forgive the mate who broke her heart... Or accept the hand of the dangerous Lycan who might change her fate forever? Because sometimes... the greatest betrayal leads to the most unexpected love.

"Do you love him?", He asked I again tried to speak but he cut me off. "YES or NO". I nodded in YES. I love him in a brotherly way. "I thought that you were different, but I forgot about your background. I had purchased you from the red-light area. Soon or later, whore like you would have surely shown their true color, isn't it?" He drily laughed. And then, held my arm harshly and started dragging me, god knows where? He didn't even care that I was in pain. I keep staring at his face. I can't believe the day which I always wanted to come i.e. when I will actually be free from this cage, will come. But I was not feeling about him. It made me feel that I had started loving this cage...He pushed me away, and two arms collected me before I could have fallen down. I know that it belongs to my brother. Struck by physical pain and mental shock, I could bear it no longer and fainted in his arms. I finally understood that the most intolerable thing in a relationship was cheating. Without trust, our relationship was so vulnerable!

On the eve of our wedding, my fiancé, Steven Cooper, suddenly appeared before me with his arms around his first love, Molly Hart. “I love you, and I love Molly too. I’ll still give you the wedding you’ve always wanted, but Molly is the one I’m going to marry.” A sharp pain struck my heart. Just as tears were about to fall, I heard Molly’s thoughts. “What a joke. He keeps offering things that don’t even matter. If he loves me so much, why doesn’t he give me money or buy me a house? “If the system weren’t forcing me to collect affection points from scumbag men, I wouldn’t bother standing here acting out this villainess role with him. “And seriously, with a demand this outrageous, she’s not actually going to agree to it just because she’s head over heels for him, is she? “Even if this is only a pre-wedding test, once she gives in, he'll keep trampling over her boundaries. In the end, she'll be destroyed emotionally and physically, and both she and her baby will lose their lives.” My eyes widened in shock, and the tears instantly disappeared. Maybe I was a little lovestruck, but I definitely didn’t want to die.

I fought with my husband, Alessio, the Don of the Moretti family, over the mistress who'd given him twin sons. The next day, he stormed into my bedroom and put a gun to my head. "Did you take my sons?! You vicious bitch!" While I was still in shock, he ordered his men to lock my eight-year-old daughter, Lucia, in the icehouse for three whole days of "training." He gave me an ultimatum: Lucia would stay there until I brought him his sons. Lucia froze to death in that icehouse. I returned with her death certificate in my hand, my heart a hollow stone in my chest, only to find him moving his mistress and their sons into the home we once shared. He was cheerful, dismissing the whole thing as a misunderstanding. He even had the audacity to tell me to go get Lucia to meet her "new little brothers." I just stared, tears tracking paths down my face, the life inside me extinguished. It wasn't until that thin piece of paper—the death certificate—fluttered to the floor that the color drained from Alessio's face. He finally realized Lucia was gone. Killed by his own blind, cruel pride.

As the youngest daughter of the powerful mafia family, the Blythes, I was spoiled the moment I was born. I had three older brothers who adored me. When I turned eighteen, our father was killed in a turf fight. The shock sent our mother into a rapid decline, and she passed away less than a week later. To avenge our father, my three brothers waged war against our enemies for three days. Though they emerged victorious, all three were critically wounded. My eldest brother, Damon Blythe, suffered a ruptured liver and was on the brink of death. Matt Blythe, my second brother, had severe kidney damage. Chris Blythe had lost too much blood and went into heart failure. I spent a fortune hiring the world’s top surgeons. They transplanted half of my liver to Damon, a kidney to Matt, and even gave my heart to Chris, replacing mine with a mechanical one. Thanks to the doctors’ skill, all three survived and went on to take over the Blythes’ empire. Five years later, they became infatuated with Sophia Foster, a poor but strong-willed intern. They even forced me to give up my last kidney to her. It was only after I had died on the operating table that they regretted what they had done.

21 year old Jade Winters believes her life cannot get any worse than it is currently. Still battling the emotional trauma after her father’s death, watching her mother slowly fade away under the pile of bills and daily expenses, and more depressing, her worst nightmares at school – The Hawthorne triplets, sons of the Alpha of the Hawthorne Pack and heir to the throne. The triplets bully her and constantly pick on her, making her life a living hell. But things take an unexpected turn when she gets back from school and gets a call from her mother to meet her up at a secluded park. Her mother explains to her that she is getting married to Alpha Nicholas, automatically making the triplets, her worst nightmares, now her stepbrothers. And if that is not drama enough, a few days after reluctantly moving into the pack house, she is in for the most brutal shock of her life – she picks the scent of the triplets as her mates! Jade is only too happy to reject them, shattering the bond, but when the boys realize that they cannot live without their mate, they have no choice but to win her back. But this time, Jade Winters calls the shots, and the triplets who once bullied her would have to prove themselves worthy to be called her mates. 

“Klein you…” My voice catches in my throat as I attempt to speak again. I shut my eyes close, let out a heavy exhale before prying my eyes open again to continue. “Are you having an affair?” I ask, my voice raspy and watch his eyebrows nearly fly off his face from sheer shock and mortification. His countenance morphs into a bewildered expression and I once more, regret ever opening my mouth. “What if I am? Are you going to ask for a divorce?” I stare at him, silent and unmoving, with my heart threatening to hop out of my chest. When he realizes that I have no response to his question, he gives me a reproachful head shake, while sighing like I absolutely exasperate him and says: “I didn’t think so. You can think whatever you want about what’s going on between Jasmine and I. I don’t care.” ... Our marriage was a business alliance. The perfect marriage in the eyes of the public, but a complete sham in reality. He said affection is the one thing I will never get from him and I learned not to crave it. I was the perfect trophy wife... until the kiss. It changed everything.

“You murderer!” No A resounding slap followed those words from Katrina’s Mother-in-law. The entire extended family gasped in shock but no one made a move to help. Not even Katrina’s husband, Damon Winchester. He just stood there, watching lazily, like he always did while his mother berated her for every little thing. But this wasn’t little, no. This was more than the fine china dishes that were one of the family’s heirlooms which Katrina broke last thanksgiving and earned her harsh insults from her mother-in-law. This was nothing like the family dinner she made last Christmas that caused half the kitchen to catch fire, needing a renovation. This couldn't be compared to that afternoon in summer, when she knocked over an antique vase while dusting, freezing as it cracked clean down the middle and her mother-in-law murmured that Katrina’s touch spoiled anything of value. No. This was the death of the only woman who loved someone as unlovable as Katrina. The woman who raised her. The woman who constantly fought for Katrina’s place in the Winchester Family even when she didn’t belong. Alana Winchester, Damon’s grandmother. Like every other thing, it was all her fault. Everything Katrina touched turned to ashes.