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CHAPTER 3: SUYI WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDE, DANGER, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Baffled by the sudden sound of a powerful voice, her body flinched a little and only managed to calm down when she counted one to five. Every time that she feels scared or anxious, counting down always eases her heart.

He scrolled fast, his heart thudding louder with every line he read. ‘Vampires can track by scent alone, Blood, sweat, fear are only additions.’ ‘Some lore claims they read minds, slip into thoughts like smoke.’ ‘They dissolve into mist, vanish in shadows, reappear behind you.’ His skin prickled, cold sweat breaking out along his spine. He glanced over his shoulder at the empty room. Nothing. Just the low hum of the fridge and distant traffic outside. He kept reading. A thread caught his eye: ‘Are vampires real?’ Top answer, posted three years ago, but the wording felt… personal. Directed.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

I shrugged, putting my pillow on my lap and placing on it the book I had snagged off the bookshelf. “You read horrors?” Liam asked, eying my book. “Yes, I read and love them.” I couldn’t hide my smile. “Do you?” “Me?” He blinked, pointing to himself. “Who else? There’s no one here but us.” I pointed out, causing his cheeks to get a pink glow, and my smile grew. Aww, he was really adorable. “No, I don’t. I don’t mix well with horror of any kind— movies, books, or games— because I’m a scaredy cat. I can’t even stand scary campfire stories.”

' Such articles showed up and I clicked on them randomly. The more I read the content, the more I felt horrified. I felt like I have woken up in an alien world and I did not know anything that was going on! I could not believe my eyes and I had to rub them until they were painful just to confirm that what I was seeing was real and I was not dreaming. What the hell happened? Everything was perfect when I slept last night and people were still cursing Lucien, how comes it is my name on the chopping board?

sometimes, when the night is too quiet, I wonder if the past will ever truly let me go. --- Later that night, after Lyra has fallen asleep with her arms wrapped around a stuffed wolf, I sit at my desk, flipping through the latest edition of my magazine. The cover features a headline about rogue movements near werewolf borders. The story is thorough, factual, and unbiased. Exactly as I demand. But my chest tightens. I've avoided the supernatural territories for years, never daring to let my wolf run free beyond human lands. Yet every article, every whisper of change in that world, tugs at something deep inside me.

“Were these any help, detective?” “I’m afraid not,” I said, defeated. I was in a bit of a daze after staring at projected newsprint on the dim screen. I leaned on the desk and looked around the building absentmindedly until my eyes finally settled on a small sign hanging on a table covered with a neat stack of books. “Warning: The Library is Not Responsible for Nightmares!” I read out loud, walking over to look at the books. Well-worn volumes with pink skulls grinning back at me from stickers on their spines. Dracula. Frankenstein. The Invisible Man.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

“…the lady in the shadows…the one who watches you and wants you dead…” As the little girl's words from her vision swept over her,Beth felt a sense of terrifying unease. It was a coincidence,she told herself,nothing more.It was impossible that the little girl and Marcus could be speaking of the same thing,it was just impossible! “The lady in the shadows?”she said,her hands trembling in fear. In her mind she saw herself lying cold and frozen in that casket.

"She's not exactly subtle, is she?" I couldn't help but smile. "But you and Dr. Reynolds," Simon continued. "There's something there. I can see it." My chest got tight. "It's complicated." "Doesn't have to be. You deserve someone who shows you matter." After the meeting, I walked past Kieran's office. The door cracked open. Papers covered his desk. Medical journals. Research articles. I stepped closer and my blood went cold. The headlines jumped out at me. "Animal Attacks in the Pacific Northwest." "Creatures with Glowing Eyes." "Unknown Predator Kills Multiple Victims."