Really Good Horror Books

It's nighttime, and I'm on the toilet with my phone. I fire up Battleborn Arena, ready to grind a few ranked matches. But an unknown number flashes on-screen and cuts me off. Annoyed, I decline the call, and a WhatsApp message pops up immediately. "Run! Edgar just snapped. He's going to kill us all!" My hands tremble. Edgar Maguire… Isn't he already dead?

Naging emosyonal para kay Precious Sarmiento ang unang araw ng pasukan sa paaralang kanyang tinuturuan, nang makilala niya si Chris Laurente, isa sa kanyang mga estudyante sa Grade 10 na malaki ang pagkakahawig sa namayapa niyang bestfriend at boyfriend na si Alexander Suneco. Dahil dito'y nagbalik sa kanyang alaala ang masakit na kahapon. At first she thought, it was just a reincarnation dahil may nasabi si Alex noon na nasabi din ni Chris sa kanya. Hanggang sa nagkapalagayang-loob sila sa isa't isa at naging mag bestfriend. When Precious realized she was falling for him, inisip pa rin niyang bahagi pa rin ito ng reincarnation. Chris misinterpreted her feelings for him dahil akala niya kaya lang nagkagusto si Precious sa kanya dahil magkamukha sila ni Alex. Unti-unti siyang dumistansya dito at ibinaling ang atensyon sa iba. Naging masakit ito para kay Precious lalo na't natitiyak niyang mahal talaga niya si Chris. Pero kailangan niyang tanggapin na hindi sila pwede, dahil sa layo ng agwat ng kanilang edad. Years had passed at muli silang nagkita ni Chris. Nanumbalik ang kanilang pagkakaibigan hanggang sa nahulog ang damdamin nila sa isa't isa. Would they be able to fight for their love when the world is against them? Hanggang saan ang kaya nilang ipaglaban sa ngalan ng pag-ibig?

My wife made me get a vasectomy. Not once, but ninety-nine times. Right before the hundredth operation, the doctor looked at me with pity in his eyes as the anesthesia failed to fully kick in. "Ms. Gibson really knows how to destroy a man," he murmured. "She's put him through ninety-nine vasectomies, then had them reversed—again and again. However, his body's long since broken. There's no chance of children now." "It's probably for her ex. Word is, it's his own brother. The scandals in these wealthy families—unbelievable." Because of a hospital mix-up at birth, my and Jeff Cunningham's fates were exchanged. He grew up with the Cunningham family, while I lived a poor life. Years later, my parents found the truth, taking me in and sending Jeff away. To make things worse, I became Wynnie Gibson's new fiancé. I once asked her, barely able to speak through the pain, why she would marry someone she did not love. She looked at me calmly. "To get revenge," she said. "You came home and stole Jeff's place. He was the one I love. He drank himself to death after you returned." Even my biological parents knew she was poisoning me. However, they turned a blind eye. They did nothing to stop her. They knew Wynnie had got pregnant with Jeff's child through IVF—planning to raise the child and let him inherit the family fortune. I coughed up blood and threw myself into the sea. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was first reunited with them. This time, when I saw the sorrow in their eyes—sorrow not for me, but for the son they lost— I chose to let them go.

After I slips and falls in the bathroom, I calls out to my boyfriend, Jared Hammond, for help. But all he does is accuse me of trying to seduce him in my wet clothes. "None of your tricks are going to work! I'm not touching you until Elsie graduates!" he yells. He rushes out to help Elsie Sandberg—the younger sister of his first love, who passed away—with her thesis, ignoring my cries and slamming the door behind him. The pain's so intense I nearly black out, but I manage to use the last of my strength to call an ambulance. Later, the doctor tells me I've suffered a serious fracture and need to be hospitalized. I tried to call Jared over ten times, but he never picks up. Then, I see Elsie's latest Instagram post. "Help! How do I win over a ridiculously hot professor?" The photo shows Jared's hand resting on hers as he patiently walks her through her thesis proposal, again and again. After being discharged from the hospital, I agreed to the marriage that Mom and Dad set up. "Yeah. The sooner the wedding, the better," I said.

During a game of truth or dare, my boyfriend, Ryan Patel, chose to kiss his childhood friend, Michelle Woods, for three minutes to save her from a penalty. When I found out, I was furious. I called him in tears, confronting him about the unbearable intimacy between them. He remained silent for a long time before speaking coldly, "Are you done crying?" Then, he drove Michelle home. I crouched in the rain, watching couples huddle under umbrellas, and from that moment on, I never contacted Ryan again. Three months later, at an auction, I bought a men's wristwatch. When Ryan heard about it, he chuckled. "Forget it. In three days, I'll go and coax her back myself. She just needs a way out." His friends all sent me messages, congratulating me on how well I had him wrapped around my finger. I didn’t reply to any of them. I simply posted a picture in my feed—my newly issued marriage certificate.

I was reborn. Opening my eyes on the sofa, the television flickered before me, broadcasting another financial news segment about my husband, Jasper Brolin. The Alpha of the Moonblood pack, a man who had sat at the top of the billionaire list for years, was speaking with his usual cool authority. Broad-shouldered and sharp-featured, he carried an air of cold command that made him untouchable. Whenever he stepped into the public eye, the crowd surged with screams and breathless admiration. My marriage to him was the envy of our entire circle, and every woman wished to step into my shoes. As I watched the screen, memories of my tragic death in my last life came rushing back, sending a quiet ache through my chest. My wolf rumbled low in my chest. "So we're back. Now what?" "Break the bond," I whispered. "I'm leaving him." "He'll never agree to that." "That's why I need her help," I replied, thinking of the woman I had always disliked—Halle. Halle walked into the café, a smug smirk was plastered on her face. Having grown up alongside Jasper, she was regarded as his inner circle, and people never failed to give her the highest courtesy. I slid a mate-bond dissolution document across the table. "I need your help, Halle. And of course, there's something in it for you too." She glanced through the papers, suspicion flashing in her eyes. "Are you leaving him?" she asked. My voice was calm, "Maybe you're the one he really wants by his side." In my last life, I was the perfect Mrs. Brolin, envied by all, yet never the one he held closest. This time, I would take my unborn pup and leave quietly.

Aku hanya ingin bilang, “Bertahan mencintai seseorang yang tak lagi mencintai kita itu sangat menyakitkan.” Dariku yang sedang patah hati, _Rindu. Cerita ini mengisahkan seorang gadis yang sangat-sangat mencintai kekasih hatinya bahkan rela mempertahankan hubungannya agar tidak berakhir dengan kata putus, meski sang pacar sudah tidak menganggapnya ada bahkan sudah menduakan cintanya. Seorang gadis bernama Rindu sampai rela berjuang sendirian untuk tetap bisa berada di sisi pria yang jadi cinta pertamanya yang berhasil membuatnya jatuh cinta untuk pertama kalinya. Gadis ini rela bertahan meskipun sudah tidak dinginkan lagi, sudah terabaikan, sudah tidak dicintai lagi. Namun ia tetap berjuangan keras agar hubungan percintannya tidak berakhir dengan perpisahan. Namun sayangnya perjuangannya tak terbalaskan hingga kematianlah yang menjadi akhir dari kisah cintanya.

She was meant to sell books. Not steal a billionaire’s broken heart. Julian Blackwood is a man of power, wealth, and secrets—his name synonymous with control and cold precision. Since the death of his wife, he’s locked love away and drowned his pain in one-night distractions. No strings. No vulnerability. No heart. Then he walks into a small, struggling bookstore—and meets her. Lena Carter is soft-spoken and stubborn, running a little shop that smells like vanilla and paperbacks, where his daughter finds comfort... and where he begins to unravel. Her kindness disarms him. Her touch ignites something wild. And her innocence? It drives him insane. He tells himself it’s wrong. He’s too broken. Too dangerous. But temptation doesn't ask for permission. And once their lips meet, there’s no going back. He’s the fire she never meant to play with. She’s the quiet he never knew he craved. Together, they’ll burn down every rule they thought they had.

Francine Tyra Manuel, came from a very popular and wealthy family. Tyra always get what she wanted and because her parents were both busy on their business, they always gave what their daughter wants. Pinupunan nila ang kanilang mga pagkukulang sa pagbibigay ng mga mamahaling gamit sa kanilang kaisa-isang anak. Lumaki si Tyra ng may galit sa magulang. Her parents didn't hurt her physically but mentally. She sworn to herself not to trust so that no one could hurt her again just like what her parents did.Until one day, he met Kianno Villegas. The guy who love and accept all her flaws and imperfections. Her cold and hard heart turned into a soft one. She even broke her own promise. Binuksan niya ang kanyang puso para sa lalaking mahal niya at ito rin ang dahilan ng kanyang pagbagbabago. They thought their love would last long but the faith played a nasty trick.

When I found out I was pregnant, Elroy Lousteau went all out—hired some fancy doctor, loaded me up with meds to "protect the baby." He'd never believed in anything before, but suddenly he went to church, praying like his life depends on it. "You've been through hell, babe. Once the baby's here, I swear I'll make it right." That same day, I picked up his phone by accident. "As instructed, the meds include a compound for permanent infertility. The baby will be stillborn. "Ms. Tillon's baby is healthy and will be delivered safely—as the true Lousteau heir. "Mrs. Lousteau won't suspect a thing. Your relationship's secure. You can rest assured." I looked down at my belly. He never loved me. Not really. So I made up my mind—once the divorce papers were signed, I was gone. No looking back.