Is Nine Perfect Strangers Scary

What have you come here for? Solace? Haven't you heard that the haunted castle is not made for weaklings? Your worse mistake is to choose this place for refuge, even if the entire pack is after you, coming here is your worse mistake because I will suck your blood off you. Are you going to suck my blood? Yes, I will suck it, till there is no blood left in your blood vessels. ***** Iris had watched her father, the alpha of the Goldfang Pack killed by the beta and his son, her supposed fated mate and she turned into an omega, a slave where she is supposed to be a Luna. As if that is not enough, her life is in danger, running away was her only option. She needed protection, someone that could keep her safe not someone that is more dangerous. And of all the places, she had to seek solace is a cursed hybrid's castle, a prince feared by everyone, a man with a scary masked, rejected by his pack because he is a vampire and a wolf, not only that, cursed by the moon goddess because he is arrogant. Could it be the two of them are destined to save each other from this pain? The pain of rejection, betrayal, and curse.

How much did my wife love me? To marry me, she proposed ninety-nine times. I was not moved until the hundredth. On our wedding day, I gave her ninety-nine make-up cards. We agreed that as long as all of them were not used up, I would stay with her. Five years into our marriage, she used one card every time she went out to be with her crush. When she reached the ninety-seventh card, she suddenly noticed that I had changed. I no longer begged for her to stay. When she lost control because of her adorable secretary, I asked her, “If you don't come back tonight, can I use a make-up card?” She paused for a moment and then softened, which was rare for her. “Okay.” I nodded and let her leave. She thought she still had many make-up cards. She didn't realize this was his last chance.

We’d been together for seven years, but during that entire time, my fiancée rejected the idea of getting married ninety-nine times, all because of a male intern. The first time, she canceled our vacation at the last minute, saying the intern was stuck on a night shift and afraid of the dark. She got on a flight that very night and rushed back to the hospital. The second time, we were already halfway through the doors of the courthouse to get our marriage registered. But just then, she got word that the intern had collapsed from exhaustion. Without a second thought, she left me standing alone in the snow for the entire day. After that, it became a pattern. Every time we were together, the intern would find some excuse to pull her away. Eventually, I made up my mind to let go. I stopped dreaming about a happy marriage with her. However, just when I announced I was transferring to another city, she broke down, begging me, almost hysterically, not to leave.

My husband, Daniel Thompson, looked down on me. I was just a farmer's daughter in his eyes, and he never loved the son I gave birth to. It wasn’t until our baby turned 100 days old that he held him for the first time. Then, one day, his first love, Claire Matthews, came back to the city. That night at dinner, Daniel, who was always cold and distant, finally smiled. He even reached across the table and placed a piece of meat on Noah’s plate. Noah beamed all evening, clutching onto that tiny gesture like it was a treasure. Just before bed, he whispered to me, "Mom, do you think he likes me now… even just a little?" I wrapped him in my arms, tears blurring my vision as I gently shook my head. "No, sweetheart. It’s because the woman he truly loves is back. It’s time for us to go."

Abigail Reed, struggling to make ends meet and reeling from a recent breakup, considers a surrogacy program to improve her financial situation. After a night of partying with her best friend, what happens when Abigail finds herself in a compromising position with a mysterious and handsome stranger? Logan Everett, a billionaire with a reputation for despising women, was in search of a surrogate. What happens when he meets his surrogate and decides that he won't be letting her go anytime soon?

Kenna Paige, who is at an all-time low in her life, falls into a very fortunate scene where she spends a steamy night with the most elite billionaire in town, Sean Foxx. Little did Kenna know the shocking revelation that awaited her. Months later, she discovered that she was pregnant for her mysterious once-in-a-lifetime one-night stand. Meanwhile, Sean didn't expect to have a child with a woman he couldn't remember the last name of. But with certain issues going on with his company, a woman who claims that he is the father of her child seems rather oddly convenient to him. The two are forced into making the most of their situation by drawing up a favourable contract. Along the line, they realize that although they are worlds apart, they might just be each other's lost halves. But with his ex-girlfriend in the picture, will their love for each other still stand?

When Seth Gibson told me his legs were crippled and that only snowmelt from a mountain's peak could cure him, I did not hesitate. I scaled the mountainside, climbing over 15,000 feet just to get some snow for him. When I staggered back, bruised and scratched, cradling the snow outside the hospital room, I overheard cruel voices down the corridor. "Seth, today's the deadline. Nevaeh still isn't back. Could she have died up there?" "I heard that the mountain's pretty high. She might have gotten altitude sickness. What a shame! She's already risked herself for Seth ninety-nine times. This was supposed to be the last time before the game ended." "Serves her right! She used to bully Janice, Seth's childhood friend, didn't she?" I saw Seth through the crack in the door. He was standing at the window, his legs perfectly intact, and his expression ice-cold. "Enough," he said flatly. "If she dies, the game ends." I froze in disbelief until it finally sank in. Seth had been pretending all along. A laugh nearly escaped me. What a relief! I could finally get rid of this weight on my shoulders. I pulled out my phone and called his uncle. "I'll marry you," I said.

In the third year of chasing the famously untouchable Hayden Lane, I still hadn't managed to marry him. The Lane family had an old rule. Any woman who wanted to marry into the family had to personally draw a fortune stick and receive a supreme blessing. I tried ninety-nine times. Every single time, the result was the worst possible omen. Before my hundredth draw, I personally saw Hayden replacing every fortune stick inside the cylinder. "No matter how many times she tries, she can only draw the worst omen." At that moment, I finally understood that he truly didn't love me. But that was fine. I didn't want to marry him anymore either. I tossed the fortune cylinder aside and turned away. Then I called my parents. "I accept the marriage alliance with the York family."

Phoebe, a wolfless girl, rejected by her family and pack, is given two options: sold into slavery or attend Crimson Moon Academy. An academy where the strong survive and the weak are eliminated. Arriving at the academy, she is drawn into a dangerous love triangle, her heart and soul at war. After an unfortunate event, she discovers hidden powers within her. She isn’t just a wolfless girl but much more than she ever imagined. Dive into Phoebe's story of love, betrayal and adventure.

Alpha Kael Blackthorn’s childhood sweetheart was pregnant. On the night of our ninth anniversary, he brought her home and spoke as if assigning ordinary household matters. “She’s carrying a pureblood heir. Her appetite is delicate, so her meals can’t repeat.” “She startles easily at night. Clear out your things and move into the guest room.” I said nothing. I picked up the suitcase I had packed long ago and walked toward the door. The house steward looked ready to stop me, but Kael only laughed. “Let her go.” “She won’t last three days before she comes crawling back.” That made everyone laugh. Right in front of me, they placed a ten-million wager that I would be back before morning, begging him to let me in. After all, for nine years, no matter how much he hurt me, I always came back. But this time, the black sedan outside had already been arranged. This time, I was really leaving.