Mary Horror

They thought breaking her would be easy. But from the ashes of betrayal, she rose stronger than ever. Mary Martel was the perfect wife—obedient, loyal, invisible. Until her husband, Alfred Martel, discarded her like trash for his pregnant secretary, Selena. Broken and humiliated, Mary Martel vanished from the spotlight, presumed defeated. But behind the silence, she was rebuilding herself—sharpening her scars into weapons, her grief into armor. Now she’s back. Not as the meek wife they used to mock, but as a powerful, enigmatic woman with one purpose: To destroy the man who broke her, expose the woman who deceived her, and prove that a wife may bend—but never breaks. Love, vengeance, secrets, and twisted redemption collide in this fast-paced, emotional rollercoaster that will keep you breathless until the last page.

"He's a ruthless Demon, father! no one wants to breathe the same air as him let alone marrying him, I can't!" Kiara's lips trembled terribly as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Funny how you think you have a choice," Alpha Ezra chuckled dryly, ignoring the bitter tears of his daughter as he continued. "No one wants you Kiara, not even your fated mate, that's because you are wolfless and as such, useless, Hyde is your only ticket out of shame, we could only hope that he doesn't reject you too." *** Rejected by her true mate and ridiculed by the entire pack for being wolfless, Kiara was forced into the hands of the ruthless king Hyde in a cold marriage. Hyde Montero is a nightmare, They call him the Demon King because everyone believed he had no soul, he was fright itself. his eyes held coldness that no heat can melt. Everything you'd hear in a mystical horror story. But only one woman held the key that'd draw a gleam of light to his dark soul. Could that woman be Kiara?

Diana wakes up with a pounding headache, realizing she’s in a strange lodge, alone and naked. Confused, she wonders if her husband, Leonard, was with her last night, but he’s supposed to be away on a business trip. To her horror, she sees a naked man, a stranger in the same room with herself. As she tries to make sense of it, Leonard suddenly arrives and sees her in this compromising situation. He’s furious, believing she’s cheated meanwhile she was set up. Leonard storms out, leaving behind divorce papers. Desperate, Diana knows she’s been set up but is helpless as her world falls apart. After the divorce, she finds out she is pregnant.

“Huwag ka ng umasa na tatanggapin pa kita ulit. Dahil hindi ko masisikmurang magmahal ng isang tulad mong may dugong kriminal.” Si Rocky Bouchard ay isang ulila sa Canada na inampon ng mag-asawang Mary at Roen Bouchard noong sampung taong gulang pa lamang. Hindi nila alam kung sino ang tunay na magulang ni Rocky dahil wala rin naman itong maikwento sa kanila sa tuwing tinatanong nila. Kalaunan, naging legal na Bouchard si Rocky na siyang lumaki sa isang mayaman at respetadong pamilya sa Canada. Pagkalipas ng ilang taon ay isa na siyang successful na corporate lawyer. Sa hindi inaasahan, nahulog ang loob niya sa pamangkin ng kanyang foster mom na siyang nakatadhana na rin sa iba. Napagdesisyunan niyang ibaon na lamang sa limot ang nararamdaman at mag-focus sa career. Sa kabilang banda, si Cristianna Erica Rowanda ay lumaking breadwinner simula noong hindi na bumalik mula sa Canada ang OFW niyang ama. Wala na silang naging balita rito na para bang naglaho gaya ng isang bula. Dahil dito, kinailangan niyang magtrabaho para mabigyan ng magandang buhay ang pamilya niya. Sa kasamaang palad, siya ay napagbintangang magnanakaw ng pera ng kumpanya na siyang naghatid sa kanya sa rurok ng kahirapan. Wala siyang kapera-pera dahil ang araw na inaasahan niyang unang sahod niya ay nauwi sa pagkakakulong. Nang kunin ni Rocky ang kanyang kaso, nagawa niya itong ipanalo at patunayan ang kainosentehan ni Cristianna. Gayunpaman, pagkatapos ng dalawang buwan ay muli silang nagkita bitbit ang kani-kanilang problema—si Cristianna na hindi makahanap ng trabaho at si Rocky na pressured ng parents na magkaroon ng asawa. Isang kontrata. Dalawang taon. Nag-iisang krimen na akala nila ay nabaon na sa limot. Magagawa kaya nilang ipanalo ang kanilang pagmamahal kung gayong ang dugo na nananalaytay sa kanilang katawan ay siyang hahatol sa isang ipinagbabawal na pag-ibig?

Madison Harper, the adopted daughter of the nation's fifth wealthiest family,believes she's found happiness in her marriage to Williams Greenwood despite her higher social standing . Her world shatters when she learns of William's betrayal _ He married her to get closer to her step-sister,Sophia with whom he is having an affair . In a confrontation, Sophia pushes Madison down the stairs leading to her untimely death. Reborn with memories of her past life, Madison is determined to exact revenge. She targets Richard Benjamin, the man Sophia desires, offering him a strategic alliance : marriage in exchange for her shares in the Harper hotel business. As their partnership deepens, Madison and Richard navigate a web of deceit,uncovering dark family secrets and confrontation their own past traumas.

“She tried to escape. I think she wants to go rogue.” The guard said.  Sabrina’s eyes snapped to me. A smirk curled on her lips as she walked forward. “Tried to escape, did we?” she said, her blue eyes slicing into mine. “Leave us.” The guards obeyed. She moved in, gaze sweeping over me. “Whatever made you think your scrawny little body could outrun two strong guards?” “Sabrina, you have to let me go. I don’t want to be your handmaid. Please. Let me go.” I begged.  Sabrina laughed, sharp and cold. “Oh, you’ll serve me whether you like it or not.” She leaned closer. “You won’t just serve me, Elowyn. You’ll mate with the Alpha and carry his child for us.” My breath caught. “What?” Her smile deepened, her voice soft and slow. “I can’t be the one who fulfills the prophecy that Kieran’s Luna will die in childbirth.” She stepped even closer. Her eyes locked on mine. “You will bear his child, Elowyn.” She said it with such certainty that my blood ran cold.  I stared at her, horror rising in my throat. “You want me to die instead of you?” Sabrina said nothing. She didn’t have to. Her smile said everything.

Anya feels trapped in a world she doesn’t understand. Kidnapped by a mysterious man known only as The Watcher, she is pulled into a dark reality where her mind is twisted, and her identity begins to unravel. As he manipulates her thoughts, blurring the lines between fear and desire, Anya finds herself caught in a dangerous game of submission. The Watcher believes he is saving her, but his love is a sick obsession, filled with psychological torment. As Anya fights against his control, she realizes that the true horror lies not just in her captivity but in the way he haunts her mind, pushing her deeper into madness. Can she escape his grasp before she loses herself completely, or will she surrender to the darkness that calls to her? In this chilling tale of manipulation and madness, nothing is what it seems, and the line between love and control is terrifyingly thin.

"Strip," Dante ordered, his voice cold and commanding. Nora stood frozen in horror, disbelief washing over her. He leaned closer, eyes darkening. "And if you don't, I'll do it myself," his tone unwavering. She knew he meant it, her heart racing, unable to utter a word as the dangerous man before her mistook her for someone else entirely. When innocent Nora takes the fall for her cruel sister, Aria, to save their father, she becomes trapped in the dangerous world of mafia leader Dante, who believes she is Aria. As Dante prepares to make her life a living hell, will Nora find a way to survive the torment meant for someone else? Content Warning: This story contains mature themes that may not be suitable for readers under 18.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker.

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.