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She stood back-to-back with Julian. Her doctor’s clothes were ripped. Her hair was tangled and wild. A deep ache settled in her chest. Every time one of those monsters touched the page, Maya felt her memories tremble. These things weren’t just monsters. They were bugs—errors in the computer system, hungry for the story. “The Author said the secret is in the title!” Maya shouted, as the scratching of a thousand tiny legs got louder. “The title of the 100th chapter!” “How do you find a title for a chapter that hasn’t been written yet?” Julian asked. He kicked a shadow-creature away. His face twisted in pain when hot black ink scorched his spirit-leg.

I apologize. But for those who like it, don't forget to check my other book. I also have a new ongoing one (PULSE: A CONTRACT WITH DAMIEN.) A seven in one book. Let's give you a sneak peek shall we? Vampires -Death. Fae's - Darkness. Demons - Agony. Werewolves - Curse. Humans - Fear. Witches/ Warlocks/ and Beasts - Dark magic. DOOM(HELL) - ALL. ALL THE SPECIES AND THEIR TRIBULATIONS.

Juana was hurt by the nickname mainly because it was started by her best friend, Ivy. Now that she thought of it, maybe she was indeed evil? She had heard rumors that Ivy and Alicia's mother was to have a surgery soon and she didn't ask them about it. Her mother has been gone for a million years and she's almost stopped thinking of her? Eric's sister, Anabelle got her hair caught by a tree branch behind the abandoned library where she usually hid, but she didn't do anything to help. Some boys asked her to tell them the answer to a question during a test but she had played dumb. 'Maybe I'm evil after all' she thought

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

I see with horror pictures of the men who are part of my daily life and me. They are all there. From the old newspaper vendor on the corner to the food delivery man. From the maintenance man to the manager of my company. The bastard remains silent and just watches my reaction. I swallow hard because that's the effect all the men in this damn Family have when they target someone: dread. The chilling fear. The kind that makes you freeze in place and forget which Saint to beg for help. When the men of the Family want to get something, they send capos. When they still don't get it, they send Santo. Nobody says no to Santo. At least, those who did say no are no longer in this world to tell.

Written by Evelyn Mba ©®©® @Paranormal @Romance UNFOLD TRUTH The girl walked over to the other shelf, searching for another book to read. I need a horror book, Mister. Sylvia said to the Library attendant. About what? The man asked. Wolves and Witches. Roxanne said from the other side. Shut up, Witch. Sylvia snapped and turned to the attendant. I'll prefer TRUTH OR DARE. Sylvia said and the attendant shrugged.

Its darkness of its skin was like a night absent of the moon and stars, its eyes the only colour that can be seen on the hideous creature. The eyes were hypnotic. As the scarlet red eyes stare at me, I realise this is a creature I have never seen before. The amount of times I have come into the Aurelian Spires by myself searching for creatures like this I have never found one quite so frightening. This time I have no weapon, no way of protecting myself, let alone my friend. So I did the only thing I could do to protect her. I got up and ran. This is where I am now, running for my life hoping beyond hope that Alexandria packs up and leaves. Behind me I can hear her calling my name

Beneath the unfinished HERE LIES line, smaller text glowed into being, as if responding to the brush of my breath on the stone. Titles. In a neat column, each one is separated by a tiny, blood‑red dot. “Salt & Silence.” “Ghosts in the Vents.” “Grin Wiring.” “The Bone City.” “Housekeeping for the Damned.” “Untitled Train Thing.” “Dead Girls Don’t Trend.” “Threadcount.” Some had skull icons next to them, jagged and final. Some had hourglasses, half‑full, sand frozen mid‑fall. One or two just… flickered, as if the system didn’t know whether to mark them as alive or dead.

You guys are the best! Another thing... I am thinking of changing the title and the cover of my story so it will look more of horror-romace than pure horror. What do you think? What do you think can boost my views? Your contributions are appreciated.

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.