Spooky Month Streber Novels & Stories

Danica wakes up beside a strange man in the morning. The next day, she finds herself becoming the surrogate to a mysterious man, in the bid to save her twin sister Daniella from a ruthless mafia boss. But what she doesn't understand is, why did he change the rules? He wants her body once every month till she conceives yet; she can't see him face to face... Sneak peak; The moment he took a step, Danica recalled his promise and yelled, "Wait!" He halted but didn't turn his head in her direction. "Hmmm," he hummed. Danica couldn't continue to live in anticipation of a faceless man coming to her room 4 times a week. She gathered her last courage and said, "you promised to let me see your face." Loney stiffened for a few seconds. He was a man of his words therefore, he had to face the unexpected. No matter what, it was bound to happen.

My mom is a famous perfumer who's well-known in town. But her perfumes are charged per session. One session costs 200 thousand dollars. She only takes in ten customers per month, too. Those who have used the perfumes my mom has concocted will be enveloped by the perfumes' unique fragrance that leaves an unforgettable impression on those who have smelled it. In fact, the fragrance is capable of covering up the customers' body odor, no matter how strong it is. One session will leave the customers with enough fragrance that lasts for a month. Countless celebrities and rich women specifically travel to this town just to frequent my mom's business. Everyone sings praises about my mom, claiming that she's the mistress of all fragrances who's here to bless humanity with her gift. But I know that my mom isn't as amazing as everyone thinks she is. The only reason why her business is booming like this is all thanks to the "thing" that she keeps locked up in that room…

My best friend called me sobbing at two in the morning, saying she owed three hundred thousand dollars in online loans and was begging me to save her life. I told her I'd help cover half. She grabbed my phone and transferred all three hundred thousand. "It's just money—why are you being so stingy? You make six figures. Helping me out shouldn't be a big deal." I swallowed it. A month later, she posted Maldives vacation photos on Instagram. When I asked when she planned to pay me back, she replied—right there in the comments, where every mutual friend could see— "God, stop nagging. Maybe spend that energy making more money instead, you cheapskate. So annoying." I screenshotted everything. Then I opened the civil complaint I'd already drafted. This kind of best friend? We could catch up in court.

After I switched from a private company to a foreign enterprise, my salary rose accordingly. My husband, who was always frugal, suggested that I hand over my entire salary to him. He claimed it would be used for daily household expenses. Watching him calculate the numbers, I asked, “What about your salary?” He said casually, “I’m saving it for our retirement.” I said nothing and followed his instructions. I spent my entire salary within a month. My husband finally felt uneasy when he saw how many packages kept showing up at our home. Seeing his doubts, I happily said, “You’re the one who said to use my whole salary for household expenses.” He exclaimed, “What are we, the Rockefellers?! How can one month cost this much?” That was funny. It turned out that he knew that a normal family’s expenses would never take my entire salary.

Two years ago, I was one of the Disease Control Agency's best researchers. But while I was investigating a batch of virus samples with unsequenced genetic codes, my husband's true love burned me to death. She poured rubbing alcohol over the virus samples she accidentally dropped and rendered me unconscious with diethyl ether. Then, she set the lab on fire and burned everything to a crisp. When the agency's other employees led the firefighters to the scene, she cried and claimed I'd stolen the virus samples after colluding with an unknown organization. A month later, an odd and aggressive virus spread throughout the city, leading to countless deaths. My husband, Ethan Carter, denounced and severed ties with me before getting together with his true love. The whole city turned on me, crying for my blood. Everyone said I was a spy from an external power. That changes when three daring high school students accidentally stumble upon the cordoned-off lab. They discover my charred body inside.

Catherine Santocristo's almost perfect life started to get messy after she had a one-night stand with the future heir of the Hamilton Corporation because he got her pregnant. After a month, Catherine will be in search of him. After days of searching, Catherine found Cohen, but it was too late. On the day she learned it was him, it was also the day of Cohen's lavish wedding to his long-time fiancee, Sandria. Distressed, she walked away and thought about herself. She told about it to her parents. It was not easy for Catherine as they pressured her to get married as soon as possible or else abort the unborn child. She couldn't tell them she became pregnant because of a one-night stand and not because of her boyfriend. In some turn of events, Catherine finds herself marrying her ex-boyfriend to save her family from the humiliation of society. Little did she know it was the starting point of her life in hell. Cohen and Catherine's paths will cross again after five years, which will further complicate their situation.

Vanessa's life took a stand still as walked in on her fiancé making love passionately to the person she called her best friend. Being wealthy , the only thing she ever desired was true love but unknown to her Raymond only wanted her because of her wealth.  She stood at the edge of the room watching the scene as tears dropped down her cheek, When Raymond turn to meet her eyes his fear of loosing the wealth if she left him made him drown her to death with the help of her bestfriend. They plotted to take her company from her and run it together.  But fortunately for Vanessa, she wakes up from death one month later with a new identity, she woke up in the body of Elizabeth Blackwood, wife of Damien Blackwood. Given a second chance to live, Vanessa assumed Elizabeth's identity and vowed to get revenge on the people who had wronged her. Will she be able to focus on her revenge or be distracted by the handsome Mr Blackwood……..

Out of the blue, I get a call from the Department of Labor. The officer tells me they received a complaint, accusing me of gender discrimination. Apparently, my treatment of the male and female employees is extremely unequal. I'm left feeling utterly bewildered. Out of compassion for my employees, I give the female employees paid leave during their periods and pregnancy. I also give the male employees the benefit of a family support allowance. I've never discriminated against anyone because of their gender, and neither have I ever mistreated any of the employees. But then, I proceed to see the social media post that has gone viral. "A certain company gives male employees an additional allowance of a thousand dollars a month! Male and female employees are given different treatment!" Having caught on right away, I call a staff meeting and announce, "All of the company benefits have been canceled. You will only receive the basic benefits listed in your employment contract." Everyone goes up in arms.

She never saw it coming. One day, the man she loved was just... gone. All she had left was a single, cryptic letter, received mere hours after he had proposed to her. ​The very next day, she found out the devastating truth: he had married the billionaire's daughter. The pain of his betrayal was almost unbearable, but the deluge of unanswered questions was even worse. Why did he leave? What had she done wrong? ​A month later, he returned—not just as a widowed billionaire, but as her new boss. She was now his secretary, forced to sit across from the man who shattered her world. He was full of regret, practically begging for a second chance. He claimed he had made a terrible mistake and desperately wanted her back. ​But soon, she would learn the truth behind his sudden departure—the real reason he had abandoned her. And that truth? It cut deeper than any betrayal ever could.

In my third month of employment, I realized that my colleagues were calling me an old geezer behind my back. This nickname came from Wanda Stewart’s arrogant and ambitious assistant. I had hit the age of 32, but was still clinging onto the last vestiges of hope of marriage after eight long years of our relationship. I asked Wanda, “Do you know that your subordinates call me an old geezer?” She said without batting an eyelid, “That’s just the way Samuel is. He’s just a straight-talker and he’s just kidding. You’re already 32, are you seriously fussing about this?” She then chuckled, “You two are really alike.” My heart turned cold. Turns out that eight years of my youth were nothing but a joke to her. I turned to leave, resigning from my post and blocking her. Yet, the woman who was always so calm and cool started panicking. “Jansen Graham, please come back to me.”