Short Horror

Traveling to the center of the earth to retrieve her son from Center Land is intense enough without having to deal with Amazon rogue women, prehistoric animals, and... yes... the aliens and zombies that they thought they'd left on the surface are there too! Is there no escape from the horror? They have a plan to end the aliens and zombies once and for all... but... will it work? The answer is in "Center Land", book three of the apocalyptic romance-thriller series, Kendra's Journey.

No” she whispered to herself in disbelief.        A sense of dread fell over her. She had to be imagining things.   Wesley would never betray her.   But as Emily came to a stop in front of her bedroom door,she knew  the truth was staring her in the face.        Engulfed by rage, she burst the door open,only to come face-to-face with a horror scene.     Her husband was in bed with no other person than her sister…         

Axel died after stepping on a banana peel and hitting his head. Fortunately, he was given a second chance and reincarnated into a world where magic and swords existed. However, to his surprise, his summoner was nothing but a SWORD ... well, a sword-form evil goddess who was the enemy of the entire world! What choice would Axel make next? [Meganovel Winning Contest] [Monthly Boosting Contest] [1st Winner - 'Ground of Horror']

This story is all about love and sacrifices. A central love story and an emotionally satisfying and optimistic ending. This is just a short story but I know who ever will read this story is gonna love it.

"Falling for her soul" is a Paranormal Romance Fantasy that features 2 characters. A human guy by the name of Dustin and a witch by the name of Emma. "Falling for her soul" tells the tale of an unusual love story with ups and downs, drama, horror, and unconditional emotion for friendship and family. Dustin falls in love with Emma, but one day she leaves, never to be found. Whether or not does destiny bring them both together, and unravel the dark secrets, is yet to be found out.

I always thought my wife was just an ordinary "brother-loving sister," the kind who would do anything for her brother. But one night, I watched in frozen horror as she dismembered her brother in our storage room. Then, as if nothing had happened, she turned and looked straight at me. She flashed her usual gentle smile. "Honey," she called softly, her voice sweet and familiar—exactly the same as always.

Life is short, so don't waste every minute, dedicate it to something meaningful, Every minute ends, but it doesn't just end in sadness, it can also end with the beginning of a new life and hope.

**NOVEL ONLY FOR 18+ AGE** If you are not into Adult and Mature Romance/Hot Erotica then please don't open this book. Here you will get to read Amazing Short Stories and New Series Every Month and Week. There are some such secret moments in everyone's life that if someone comes to know, it can embarrass them, or else can excite them. Secretly you wish to relive these guilty and sweet memories again and again. So let me share some similar secret and exciting moments and such short stories with you guys that make your heartthrob and curl your toes in excitement. Let get lost in the world of Forbidden Love Stories. Check My 2nd Book: Lustful Hearts Check My 3rd Book: She's Taken Away

Love has many colours every colour has its own side. Join the journey of our characters to see every shade of loveIts a collection of short stories with many different shades of love

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.