Misteri Gloomy Sunday Novels & Stories

His black cloak waves slightly in the wind as he stands about two hundred feet away on a hill just beyond the parking lot. "That's him!" I blurt out louder than I meant to. "That's the Watchman...I mean, Dominic." I pull my voice back to a whisper. "Oh, I believe you," she admits. "But why is he showing himself?" "What do you mean? I see him all the time." "In broad daylight?" "Well, yeah, sort of. There's usually some daylight left when I see him at the cemetery," I explain, wondering why she's even asking. "Have you ever seen him in the early afternoon outside your motel room?"

The sun had already set by the time I finished work. Jaime always called this place a remote village. Every minute here felt like torture to her. I thought she would not be able to stand it and would leave. To my surprise, she waited outside my office door. When she saw me, she stood up at once and hurried to my side. “Joseph, you still haven’t told me what happened. Did your mother really die?” I stopped walking and looked at her. A cold laugh escaped me. “My mother died. Isn’t that what you wanted? Your mother’s so‑called killer finally paid the price. Are you satisfied now?”

My Mysterious Husband The church was stunning—of course it was. Chandeliers dripped crystal from high vaulted ceilings. Golden candlelight danced across the ivory columns, and white petals lined the aisle in painstaking spirals. Aria stood at the altar in her champagne-colored gown, her heart pounding for reasons that had nothing to do with love. “This is ridiculous,” she whispered through clenched teeth. “Is this a prank?” “No, ma’am,” the priest said solemnly, not even blinking. “Mr. Vale has approved all arrangements. Including the proxy.”

“Who the hell parks a black SUV in front of my apartment?” With heavy feet, she went outside and knocked on the car’s window. She stepped back when it pulls down. “Excuse me, Sir. But would you mind not honking—” “Are you Ms Amanda?” the driver asked. She raised an eyebrow. “Alive and just woke up, yes?” “I was sent by Mister Collins here to pick you up,” he paused and glanced at his watch. “Five minutes ago.” “What!? What time is it now?” “Five minutes passed seven.”

Landon gave the man a cold, silent glance and said nothing. "I'm here, Mr. Stirling," said a middle-aged man dressed in a sharp suit as he approached Landon. "You know what to do, Saul," Landon said as he casually tilted his head at Jason. Saul Goodman smiled and nodded. "I’ll take care of it, Mr. Stirling." Saul turned to Jason and smiled. "Hello, my name is Saul Goodman. I’m Mr. Stirling’s lawyer. I will be handling this matter on his behalf."

August 16th (Sunday) Sunny wanted to visit Layla, so she took a cab to her apartment. Sunny walked up to the door and gave it a knock. Layla shortly opens the door with a surprised face as she says, "Sunny! "Come on in." Sunny and Layla sit down on the sofa together as Sunny explains the paranormal events that happened to her at night. Layla listens intently, her eyes widening in disbelief, as Sunny fills her in on the Ghostly gray smoke that went right through her body and the strange whispers that filled her room.

The kind of smile that promised chaos. “Tomorrow,” he murmured to the moonlight. “Tomorrow, I’ll make him look at me.” And with that vow burning like embers in his chest, Damien vanished into the night.

Moonlight speared through the gaps in the ancient, moss-draped oaks, illuminating the clearing. Here, nestled deep within the whispering woods, my eternity with Giovanni was about to begin. My gaze swept across the assembled guests. Families, friends, and guests from different countries and parts of the world. They were a mixture of the undead, each one a testament to the beauty yet ruthlessness of our kind. Some of the faces I recognized were Arturo, his proud frame now stooped with might, his crimson eyes glinting beneath his perpetual smirk. Beside him, his brother, Dominic, looked much more serious than the latter. Standing not far away from them is Thaddaeus, a playful smile etched on h

Michael felt upset and also stood up. “Sir, 270 dollars in total.” Said the waiter. Michael paid the bill and walked away. However, the waiter stopped him and said, “Sir, you leave something here,” Michael looked to the table where the waiter pointed and saw an amulet. He frowned immediately. “It’s her,” Michael murmured. The driver appeared at 6 pm. Lendon didn’t come today, so Kendra felt much relaxed. When they went back to the castle, it was almost dark.

Luckily it was still there at this early hour of the morning. As I drove down the deserted streets my mind was filled with question marks. Who was that mysterious person? And why did he call me? Arriving at the location an old building appeared in front of me the lights were dim and the surrounding atmosphere was tense. I stepped in, my steps heavy and cautious. Inside the sound of my steps echoed off the empty walls. Suddenly, I heard the sound of other steps. I hid behind one of the pillars. A man in a black suit passed by, his face covered by a fedora hat. He stopped as if sensing my presence. "Luna welcome to hell" he said which made my hair stand up in horror.