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Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati

I was torn between the horror of what had happened to her and the undeniable attraction I felt. It was a dangerous game, one that danced on the edge of sanity. As I leaned back in the chair, a soft breeze whispered through the room, carrying with it a familiar scent—her scent. It was intoxicating, floral with an undertone of decay, reminding me of both beauty and death. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to be swept away by the memories of our encounters, the way her fingers had grazed my skin, the electric thrill that coursed through me. “Help me,” her voice cooed softly in the back of my mind, each word laced with longing and desperation. “Set me free.”

We ducked under the overhang of the bookstore next door, the one where he had read me Keats in the narrow aisle, and stood in the small shelter of it while the rain came down around us and the city moved through its wet evening patterns beyond the awning's edge. Carlisle pushed his hair back from his forehead with one hand, rain-damp, and laughed quietly. "I don't think either of us planned for this." "No," I said. My voice sounded like it belonged to someone braver than me. We were close under the overhang, the rain reducing the available space between us, the golden light from the bookstore window falling across both of us in warm rectangles. I was aware of his proximity in every nerve end

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.

Samantha "With ....bringing me ten cups of coffee,answering all the calls I have to take on the front desk ,going through all the old files my former assistant didn't do correctly" he finished handling me a bunch of files I didn't even realize he was holding. I stood there in shock ,what was I expecting a kiss? Those wattpad romance book have really gotten into my head. He looked at me with his piercing green eyes ,I looked down having trouble maintaining eye contact with him,moving from foot to foot.

com - "Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess" (Has similar tech-mafia themes as that was my favourite plotline personally in contemporary romance I'd suggest to give it a read.) "Bitten By A Loveless Noble Vampire" (Is a wonderful dark medieval romance with vampires and other mythological stuff. I love how gory and dark it is with the utmost sexual tension between the duo.) "Criminally God" (Is a Male Lead book with a system, demons and a vampire main character. I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre.)

I felt hot tears roll down my face as the memory of Ava's painful death flooded through my head like it happened yesterday. I was there. It all happened too fast but I stood and watched my fiance get crushed by a red truck while she tried to help a pregnant lady cross the road. Vampires of my kind were blessed with uncanny abilities to read minds, hypnosis, unfathomable speed and strength. I had all these abilities but I couldn't save the only person I had ever loved. I felt a burning sensation deep in my chest and I clutched my shirt as the burn spread down my stomach.

I gasped and took a step backward without even realizing. He noticed the way I backed away slightly, so he let out a small faint smile, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes as his gaze lingered on me; “Why are you stepping back? Come here and ride this cock. I’ve paid you, and I even went as far as shaving you. I think stepping back should be the last thing you want to attempt.” He said, his voice almost a low, dangerous whisper. I felt scared before I even understood what was happening. My chest tightened, and I stood there unsure of what to do.

As soon as I opened the first page, it excites me after reading first sentence. "What are you reading?" I felt the sofa lowered down a bit as I feel Patty sitting behind me. "I am reading horror stories." I simply answered. "I thought you like romance." "I like romance but I need to rest my fond in romances. I need to feel scared and creepy. Maybe there's someone here in fictional characters whom I can adapt the personality to scare my bashers." "That's good. Continue reading." I felt her walking away. "Do you want some coffee?" I heard Patty asked me.

“You came here for a story, and instead, you found a sexy werewolf soap opera. Good job.” I glanced down at the old book I’d found—the one filled with legends and dark tales of Blackthorn Ridge. It was still lying open on the table, the pages worn and yellowed with age. My eyes skimmed over the words, searching for something I might have missed, but the stories were all the same: packs of wolves, rituals, blood magic. All things that felt a little too close to what Lucian had warned me about.