Seven Days Horror Movie Novels & Stories

"You're really prepared, aren't you?" "I'm always prepared for you. I even searched on the internet about the different date night plans and I saw a midnight movie marathon. Do you like it?" I smiled. "Of course." After that, we finally sat on his bed, and he turned on the screen. "What are we going to watch?" I asked him. "How about a horror movie?" "Okay, just make sure you won't be afraid and hide behind me." I mocked him. He then glared at me. "Oh, Moonleigh Fuentes. If there is someone between us to be afraid of just by watching a horror movie, that would only be you and not me."

Suddenly, a fat hand extended over. “Hey, come and have a drink with me.” The overweight man dragged me toward the washroom. Just as I was about to be dragged into the washroom, Jeremy, who was focused on finding Bailey, finally realized what was happening to me. His eyes were bloodshot as he punched the pervert. He did not stop until the pervert was covered in blood. Jeremy then hugged me with his trembling hands. “Don’t worry, I’m here. It’s fine now.” I grabbed his arms, and it was as if I had been transported back in time to that rainy night seven years ago.

Dead on impact. The Reaper felt bad for me—said I didn't deserve to go out like that. Gave me seven days. One last shot to say goodbye. When I came back, it was already dark. I kept thinking—I wish I had wings. Maybe they were waiting. But under the moonlight, as I got closer, I saw through the dining room window— Alex, sitting between my parents. Brian and Ruby, side by side. Red wine. Fancy food. Everyone dressed like they were starring in a holiday ad.

She went looking for a story. She found a curse. Kelsey Jones is a desperate reporter chasing an anonymous tip about a dead crypt in the Carpathian Mountains, and the moment she touches the ancient dagger inside it, she triggers something that hasn’t moved in a hundred years. Now she’s trapped in a gothic castle with the most dangerous creature in the hidden world, a Lycan King so cursed he kills to survive and shifts into a monster by night. He looks at her like he’s seen her before. Like he’s been waiting. Like she belongs to him. She has seven days before the curse becomes permanent. She has a glowing dagger that can end him. And she is slowly, terrifyingly, forgetting every reason she ha

Leo chimed in from across the table, mimicking Clara’s dramatic tone as she complained loudly to a waiter about a floral arrangement being moved three centimeters. The light exchange broke the suffocating weight in my chest, but the comfort didn't last. Across the linen tablecloth, Dominic was watching us. His face was still white from exhaustion, his expensive designer watch conspicuously missing, but a cold, calculated glint had returned to his eyes. He rose from his chair, completely ignoring Clara's chatter, and walked straight over to our side of the table. He pulled out a small, faded yellow slip of paper—a banking receipt from a New York foreclosure branch dated exactly seven years ag

And then lastly, watch more movies. Perfect plan right. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ I let out a loud groan when someone knocks on the door. Who the chocolate is there? My eye pop out when I check the time ’5:07' jeez I just spent seven hours watching movies and didn't even noticed. "Boo." I jump in shock, falling flat on my butt on the ground, throwing my bowl of popcorn over me. My hear beat against my ribcage, blood rushing to my ear. It didn't help that was watching 'it' (one of the most scariest movie in ever)

He was a very strict man and God knows if he’ll take the task lightly with me. “Amanda Ezeh… You’ll be going to Mr Richard Okafor's mansion to get his finger print on an important project we’re working on and you have only 7days to do that . Go home and pack your bags… Your ride will be here in 10 minutes ” The cocky old man said and got back to what he was doing. i still couldn’t believe what I just heard. I’ll be spending 7Days in the almighty Richard Okafor at his mansion all alone!!

"Why don't we play a game to take your mind off things for a bit?” The game they haven’t played in so long—seven minutes in heaven, is now the only bud of hope that could cradle both their anxiety and longing to feel each other close. A sin so sweet that not even Reigna herself could say no or worry about tomorrow. "Fine," she huffed, averting her gaze as she played with the hem of his shirt. "But we're sticking to the rules this time, Carlisle. Just seven minutes, no funny business." Ah. But that clearly is a form of denial, isn’t it?

New York. Xavier's Penthouse. Friday. 7:33 AM. ​Scarlett woke up before the coffee machine. ​This was a shift. For three weeks, she’d used the six o’clock automatic setting Xavier had programmed as her unspoken alarm, waking to the mechanical hum and the scent of dark roast. But today, at five fifty-eight, she was already sitting on the edge of the guest room bed in the dark. The November morning pressed against the glass, and she felt the specific, vibrating alertness of someone whose body had understood the stakes before her mind could catch up. Today was the day the mountain moved.

But when faced with such animals, I was still scared. Harry kept throwing bait around me, worried the crocodiles wouldn’t come close enough. “We have other things to do later, can’t you hurry up and put on a good show?” As the crocodile came closer, Emily’s live stream was suspended. Harry looked at the warning notification that popped up and angrily threw the rest of the bait around me. I used all my remaining strength to rush to the edge and begged him to get me out of there. However, Harry looked down at me from above with cold eyes.