Movie Beginning With Y Novels & Stories

My movie star husband's girlfriend suspected I was the other woman. She confronted me in public, beat me until I lost my child, and even left my face scarred beyond recognition. "You shameless homewrecker! How dare you seduce someone else's man—and even get pregnant?" she screamed in rage. "I'll send you and that child of yours straight to hell today!" And as for my husband, he didn't even spare me a glance. All he cared to say was, "Why did you bother hitting her yourself? Did your hand hurt?" But when he finally discovered that the woman his girlfriend had scarred and caused to miscarry was me, he lost his mind.

Jesse is a 25-year-old guy and he is a romance writer. He has a deceiving look of a teenager so everyone he encountered mistakenly judges him as a young boy. But... There is something in Jesse that is not really right, even though he writes about a romance he cannot appreciate love. He has no idea what love is, he is just referring to a movie or other people's experiences. One day his friend Matthew helped him to find where to publish his works. But when they found one, it turn out to be a disastrous phenomenon for Jesse because his Editor is his 1st ever love, the man behind all his problems about love. But does Jesse can still stand it and feel nothing? Or remember those feeli

Her video was leaked to the world on the night of her award ceremony. Selena Davi was an actress. Popular, Beautiful, wealthy, the Female lead of a popular world wide sensational movie, and she was engaged to Cole Alex; A hot model who treated her like a queen. She had just won her third award in a row. Who wouldn't be envious of her life? She however, didn't expect her own best friend to actually betray her and cause her death. Sophia thinks she has it all when her best friend, Davi, dies leaving Alex and her fame All to herself; including her former role in the movie. Not until someone comes into the scene to counter her success Davi???

It’s end of October 1985 and the crumbling river town of Dubois, Iowa is shocked by the gruesome murder of one of the pillars of the community. Detective David Carlson has no motive, no evidence, and only one lead: the macabre local legend of “Boris Orlof,” a late night horror movie host who burned to death during a stage performance at the drive-in on Halloween night twenty years ago and the teenage loner obsessed with keeping his memory alive. The body count is rising and the darkness that hangs over the town grows by the hour. Time is running out as Carlson desperately chases shadows into a nightmare world of living horrors. On Halloween the drive-in re-opens at midnight for a show

“Tell me,” he murmured, tracing my lower lip with his thumb. “Did he ever make you tremble like this? Even once?” I swallowed hard, refusing to answer. “That’s what I thought.” His lips brushed my neck, slow and possessive. “Let me in, sweetheart. Let me erase every memory of him. You should’ve been mine from the start.” **** On their fifth wedding anniversary, Ophelia is devastated when she finds her mate marrying her best friend. After years of pretending to love her, he finally admits the cruel truth—he was ashamed of having a plus-sized wife and wanted her best friend with the hourglass figure instead. Heartbroken, Ophelia rejects him and walks away. Then the powerful

Falling in love with a Mafia Lord is one of the worst things a girl can do. More so, a good girl that has lived a protected life throughout her childhood. When Laura meets Arthur in college, their love bloomed into a heart-wrenching romance that was bound to last for only a while because unknowingly to Laura, Arthur was the son and future heir to the mafia underworld kingdom. Arthur belonged to the Salvatore family of NYC and when Laura finds out, she leaves despite Arthur's begging and negotiations. She thinks she can cut off everything from her past life, but fate has other plans because she is pregnant with Arthur's child. Determined not to go back on her word, she starts raising her

“Little wolf,” he murmured, “tell me where that son of a bitch touched you.” I tensed, then frowned in confusion. “Wh–what do you mean?” His expression darkened when I asked. “I want every place he touches to remember only me, because you are my mate. And no one has the right to touch you.” *** On the night of her fifth anniversary, Natalia Russo thought she would be cherished. Instead, she was betrayed, stabbed, and left to die by her very own mate and her stepsister. But death wasn’t the end. She wakes up five years in the past, a day before her wedding; alive, unbroken, and no longer the fool they once used. This time, she refuses to love blindly. She rejects her mate, shatte

To celebrate Halloween, our company booked an immersive “rural horror” escape room. My boss said whoever could make it to the end without screaming would get a ten-thousand-dollar reward. As a seasoned horror movie fan, I was instantly tempted. The core character in the escape room was a scarecrow wearing an oversized pumpkin head. I admired how well the props were made, but the chainsaw noise was too loud, so I slipped into a hidden compartment, put on my headphones, and scrolled through reels. The next day, I woke up to a strong metallic stench mixed with the sickly-sweet smell of rotting pumpkin. The police told me our boss had canceled the booking at the last minute, and the actor origin

"If I were you..." He began, his eyes suddenly having slits of fury burning within them. "I'd mind my thoughts and limit what I say." His voice dropped gravely low. My brows knitted in a frown. "Excuse me?" I asked, amused. "Are you threatening me??" I prodded further. Nicholas chortled, his voice reverberating through the walls of the room. "Call it whatever you want-I honestly don't give two fucks, but let me make it known to you, young lady..." He started and paused, and in a flick, his face became contorted with rage. "You're my possession now... You're at my mercy and I can fucking do anything I want to do to you right now, in case you don't realize that yet." He cont

As I was watching a movie in the cinema, a rude child kept kicking the back of my seat. He even took off his shoe and extended his foot next to my face. I turned around and chastised him to take his seat, but he stabbed me in my neck with a sharp needle. Feeling the pain, I reached out and wiped the blood from my neck. His mother chuckled. “It’s fine, he’s just fooling around with my sewing needle. It’s just a harmless jab. It’s not like it has poison on it. Be a good sport about it.” I threw the popcorn bucket onto the floor and aimed my phone’s flashlight at the rude child. I roared, “The child’s holding a discarded needle that was used on an AIDS patient in the hospital! There’s