Horror Story Writing

It was the climactic moment of my game, but the enemy's flash bang blinded me. After I reopened my eyes, I found myself in the world of the post-apocalyptic underdog comeback story I'd ranted about to my friend the day before. No, I wasn't the protagonist with a cheat for a system. Instead, I was the cannon fodder who suffered the worst fate. He also had my name. I found myself locked outside the armored vehicle while a swarm of high-level zombies had surrounded me. 'Blast,' I thought. 'All this just because I flamed them? And I just made a pentakill after my 8-win streak!' I told myself to calm down and let my mind do its work, but then the laughter of this body's wife echoed from the walkie-talkie. "Stop covering for him, gunners! We're livestreaming to the whole camp. My husband's going to rip these Tier Six zombies to shreds!" Then, the woman's useless male best friend buzzed with excitement. "I'll have a permanent spot in the inner city if he distracts the horde and they rip him apart in the process, babe!" If this went the way of the original story, I'd beg for help only to get no answer and be ripped apart by the zombies. Fortunately, I wasn't the same coward this guy used to be. The woman kept egging me on. I sneered. I didn't spend years playing competitive games for nothing. And so, I grabbed a high-frequency concussion grenade that could get the attention of every single zombie in a 3-mile radius, smashed the ventilation valve of the armored vehicle, and hurled the grenade inside.

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I was prepping the ceremonial cloak for our seventh mating anniversary. The front door suddenly banged open. My son rushed inside, tears streaming down his face. "The teacher yelled at me," he sobbed. He shoved the wrinkled drawing into my hands before burying his face in my shirt. I smoothed out the paper to see what the drama was about. It was a sketch of a faceless woman titled: The Substitute Mom. My heart stopped as I read the scribbles underneath. "Daddy said she is the backup." "She does the chores but gets no wages." "The Real Mom is responsible for being beautiful and guarding the treasury." My fingertips turned ice-cold against the paper. My mate, Ethan, had just returned from a patrol. He kissed my forehead. "What did our pup draw?" The next second, his smile froze when he saw the content. His voice tightened, and he reached out to snatch the book. "He watches too many cartoons! He's writing nonsense!" I stared at the man I had shared a den with for seven years. He looked like a stranger now. If I was the substitute. Who was this beautiful real mother? And where had my true son been all these years?

Susan Miller, my father's caretaker, often complains that the supplements keep running out. The wild kingroots that are worth 500 thousand dollars are completely used up even though Susan has only made soup with them twice in a row. As I filter through the medicinal residue with a frown on my face, Susan sinks down to her knees and begins slapping herself. "They must have melted in the soup because of my lack of attention! Please dock my pay, Ms. Lawson, but please don't fire me!" But that night, I come across a post uploaded by Susan's son, Roman Cox, on Instagram. "Hi everyone! Today, I'm challenging myself to eat two wild kingroots in one go!" When I see Roman picking up a familiar-lookng giftbox, I feel my temper flaring instantly. Then, I order a packet of potent aphrodisiacs meant for animals on the spot. It turns out that Roman intends to chug down my prized Romanee-Conti in the next episode of his stream. Well then, I'll let him have his feel of drinking something else!

Among the wolf packs in the North, everyone knows very well that Alpha Danny Gardner from the Gronya pack is a lunatic. That wolf is a bloodthirsty and violent menace. He often presses a blood-stained claw against his opponent's throat at the negotiation table. To think that an Alpha like him loves incredibly sexy she-wolves… Recently, Danny has his eye on Serana Allen, a she-wolf from a small pack. The pack has agreed to deliver her to Danny in five days' time just to avoid inviting trouble to their doorstep. When my mate, Alpha Trey Sutton from the Sawyer pack, finds out about this matter, he goes missing for the next three days. By the time I've tracked him down in neutral territory, I happen to overhear his conversation with his Beta. "On the day of the bonding ceremony, once the convoy is done circling around the Sawyer pack's border according to the North's rules, we'll switch the route. Leah will replace Serana in traveling to the Gronya pack." The Beta keeps his voice lowered. "Don't worry, Alpha. The route has been arranged properly. But… what should we do about Leah?" Trey remains silent for a moment. "I can't just sit by and watch Serana fall into Danny's hands. None of the she-wolves who have slept with him can leave his territory unscathed. I will form a temporary bond with Serana. As for Leah… "Well, once the matter is dealt with, she will remain the pack's only Luna." As I stand outside the door, I can feel my blood turning into ice. The Alpha, whom I've loved for so many years, actually plans on marking another she-wolf at my own bonding ceremony…

"The Rossi family doesn't need a Don. We just need a Donna." As the only heiress of the Rossi family, this was the law that I had set when I received the Browning pistol—a pistol that resembles the ultimate authority in the Rossi family—from my Papa when he was on his deathbed. But three years ago, the police relentlessly investigated the money laundering business that my fiance, Lorenzo Moretti, was in charge of. If that business were to get exposed, the Rossi family's hundred-year-old legacy would be ruined. In order to protect my family's legacy and to allow Lorenzo to continue legalizing my family's businesses, I decided to become the scapegoat for all the crimes. On the rainy night of my arrest, I personally handed the pistol over to Lorenzo. "Protect my family for me before my return." This gave Lorenzo legitimate authority to run my family. He used the pistol to purge my subordinates and take over the family business. He even broke my law by announcing to the public that he'd become the next Don soon. An invitation with golden borders is soon leaked from the family's inner circle. Lorenzo's and another woman's names are printed on the cover. During a visit, my private lawyer says mockingly, "If you don't get out of prison now, the Rossi family might take on another man's last name for real." I just sneer in response. After that, I get bailed out of jail in advance and return home to celebrate Lorenzo's "funeral". But no matter how many times I scan my iris at the biometric scanner in the estate, the result always comes out wrong. A young woman, who's toying with the pistol, opens the door at that moment. The contempt and disdain in her eyes are plain to see. "Where the hell did a crazy woman like you come from? You came to the wrong place. This is my private turf, you know."

After returning home from a flight, I realize that my bottle of hair conditioner has run out in the bathroom. The thing is, my husband, Carlos Zappa, doesn't use hair conditioner at all. Seeing Carlos through the frosted glass, I decide to probe him for answers. "Did any guests stay over lately? Or have you started doing hair care?" Carlos flips through the documents, which are stamped with the Zappa family crest, impatiently at my questions. "Maybe a maid accidentally toppled the bottle over when she was cleaning the bathroom. Also, why are you annoying me with such minuscule matters?" When I put on the bathrobe, I feel a ticklish sensation coming from the collar. As soon as I look down, I notice a strand of dried yellow hair being entangled in the collar. The moment the steam dissipates, I see two pairs of intertwining handprints on the bathroom's glass door. I never thought that my home would grow this popular during my one-week trip away from home. I've been married to Carlos for three years, and yet this is my first time finding out that he's actually this wild in bed. So, I secretly text my father, the Don of the Carozza family. "Dad, Carlos has cheated on me. Does the bet we made three years ago still count?"

Kiarra Morgan is a 23 years old simple girl who only works for herself at the ROGAN CORP. A big company own by a RUTHLESS BOSS name Rogan McKlien. Unfortunately Kiarra met Brandon Lee and fall inlove with him without knowing his personality, Brandon Lee is the son of a mafia Leader who leads elligal deeds and betray Rogan. Kiarra recieved many death threats. In the reason of that she us Brandon's Guarantor and his girlfriend.Rogan discover her and try to abduct her to threatened Brandon. Kiarra try to scape but the RUTHLESS BOSS, Rogan Mcklien captured her. And by the time Kiarra us with her, slowly, Rogan fall for her without knowing it. But by the time he confirm his feelings, Kiaara was gone nowhere to be found. ***** This is my first time writing a Ruthless Series of Billionaire. I'm new in writing, although I write since I was 13 but no story has been completed. Hope this will be. comment for your advice in me help me to be more better writer. thank you ⚠️ WARNING!!‼️‼️‼️‼️ THIS IS SPG CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR KIDS 🔞 BELOW READ AT YOUR OWN RISK📣‼️‼️‼️ Also available at WATTPAD App☺️

“ทำไมถึงมีรอยแผลแบบนี้บ่อยขนาดนี้ครับ อาทิตย์นี้ผมเจอคุณ 3ครั้งแล้ว?” หมอมาร์เวลเอ่ยกับหญิงสาวสวยเปรี้ยวถึงใจที่เธอมาโรงพยาบาลด้วยอาการเป็นแผลเหมือนเกิดอุบัติเหตุ แต่ไม่ได้เยอะอะไร ”คุณหมอจำเป็นต้องรู้เพื่อใช้สั่งยาหรือไงคะ“ ”ดูท่าทางคุณระมัดระวังกับรอยแผลมาก ไม่น่าจะสุ่มส่ามเป็นแผลเองบ่อยหรอกมั้งครับ เพราะถ้าแผลแค่นี้คุณรีบมาหาหมอละก็“ ”......“ ”ผมพูดถูกใจดำหรือไงครับ“ ”งานฉันมันต้องใช้เรือนร่าง เพราะฉะนั้นฉันจำเป็นต้องไม่มีตำหนิ“ ”........“ เมื่อได้ยินหญิงสาวพูดแบบนั้น หมอมาร์เวลถึงกับชะงักนิ่งไป ” ใช้เรือนร่างที่คุณว่า มันใช้แบบไหนกัน“ ” ถ้าคุณหมออยากรู้ ก็ไปที่อะโกโก้คลับตรงซอย 15 นะคะ“

“เสียงเธอเพราะดีนะ เหมือนนักร้องอาชีพ” “นายก็เล่นดนตรีเก่งนะ เล่นเป็นทุกอย่างเลย” “เธอมาทำอะไรแถวนี้ เห็นมาทุกวัน?” “อ่อ…ฉันทำงานแถวนี้น่ะ เลยมาบ่อย ฉันขอมานั่งร้องเพลงด้วยได้มั้ย” เจลีนเอ่ยพรางยิ้มให้ชายหนุ่มชุดดำที่ใส่แมสสีดำสนิทปิดใบหน้า เอาจริงๆเธอไม่เคยเห็นหน้าตาของเขาด้วยซ้ำไป แต่กลับหลงรักเสียงเพลง เสียงร้องของเขา ชายหนุ่มลึกลับ เย็นชา คนนี้นั่งร้องเพลงเปิดหมวกที่หน้าคลับแห่งนึงเกือบทุกคืน และเจลีนก็มาที่นี่ทุกคืนเช่นกัน “ทำไมถึงทำเป็นไม่รู้จักลีนด้วยคีย์!” “ฉันไม่รู้ว่าผู้ชายคนนั้นของเธอจะรักฝังใจหรือหน้าเหมือนฉันขนาดไหน แต่ฉันไม่ใช่ผู้ชายคนนั้น! เลิกยุ่งกับฉันแล้วไปซะ!” เสียงแกร่งกร้าวของมาเฟียหนุ่มเอ่ยขึ้นทำเอาหัวใจดวงน้อยๆของเธอแตกสลาย “นายไม่รู้จักฉันงั้นเหรอ .. ฉันเฝ้ารอนายทุกวัน ฉันทำอะไรผิด …”