Sticky Notes Horror Story Novels & Stories

Zyran Eryx, a name that rang terror through the hearers. The most powerful Alpha King to ever exist. Rumor had it that he was blessed by the moon goddess herself and the underworld king, Hades, brother to Zeus. No one knew how he came about or anything about his family, but they've heard of the terror he brought, the horror of what he did. He is otherwise known as the Cruel Alpha King. No one crossed his path and lived to tell the tale of it, not even their soon to be dead families. He's not one to be trifled with. The only one who lived to tell the story couldn't tell it. What can a crazy man say? It was wide knowledge that the king had no heart, and is a cruel unforgiving bastard and it so happened that he's my ex's brother. One more thing, I'm his mate.

Two exes—who haven’t spoken in years—are forced to swap apartments for a month due to a housing mix-up caused by a mutual friend. She moves into his stylish city loft; he ends up in her cozy small-town house. At first, they leave petty notes criticizing each other’s lifestyle (like “Who needs this many candles?!” and “Why do you own a sword?!”). But soon, they start rediscovering each other—through texts, video calls, and unexpected visits.

CAN LOVE SURVIVE IN A WORLD OF ZOMBIES AND ALIENS! In a dystopian world that is struggling to recover from a nuclear war and that is dominated and ruled by aliens, Kendra manages to find love, peace, and harmony. Sadly, her domestic bliss is shattered when she and her husband are captured by the alien regime and placed into the breeding program. With the help and sacrifice of her gentle caretaker, they manage to escape. Their bodies are free, but what about their minds? Has too much happened for them to come back to each other? To add to the story, their son is taken to Center Land in inner earth and placed in the child program. Now, they must find a way to get him back! “The Regime” is Book Two of Kendra's Journey in a world that offers steamy romance, nail biting peril, thrills, a bit of horror, and a paradise-like sanctuary within its core. All she has to do is make her way there.

WHAT STARTED OUT AS A LOVE STORY, SOON BECAME A HORROR STORY! When nineteenth century Montana rancher, Ian Murray, discovers a naked and bloodied woman on his newly acquired property and takes her home to tend to her, he had no idea what would follow. Nor did he know that his property once had a settlement called Muddy Creek, but it and its residents were destroyed by marauding outlaws and its remains never tended to by anyone afterwards. Finding the settler's bones strewn all around the burned buildings, he ordered his men to clearing things up, But, he had one little problem. Not only was the place was haunted by the angry spirits of the poor settlers, but the woman he'd rescued was possessed by a succubus who was after his soul. With Ian caught in a web of evil ghostly lure, his men seek the help of a Blackfoot medicine man, but did they call on him in time to save their boss from a fate worse than death? Sheehan's flair for mixing thrills and chills in with a few steamy romance scenes makes this historical romance thriller a must read.

Cassie is an 18 year old psychology student who meets Darren, everything she’s ever wanted. She discovers that he is her fated vampire mate, and that she was chosen by the goddess to make him whole. It’s up to her and her best friend Rita to find out the truth about her birth parents and how things ended up this way. Who waits in the shadows, and what lies in the past? Who is sending Cassie these love notes? And what will she discover about herself along the way?

I've won a lottery hosted by the local bank that gives me an opportunity to experience a day as a rich person. Because of that, I'm given a temporary black card that has a credit limit of a billion dollars. Excited, I rush home to tell my wife, Lara Crawford, about it and plan on taking her to a fancy meal. Unexpectedly, Lara drugs me just so she can steal the black card. Then, she starts a livestream that's titled "Goodbye, Loser. Hello, Billionaire Life." with her male best friend, Adrian Schmitt. Lara can be seen buying a shopping mall with the black card on the livestream. Then, she mocks me for being an impoverished man who only deserves to eat the cheapest food available. What she doesn't know is that the purchase history of the black card is being live-streamed on the bank's channel at the same time. The title of that livestream is "A Test of Human Nature—When a Gold Digger Finds a Billion Dollars." Now, there are ten minutes left before the experience is over.

To defuse the bomb strapped to the hostage, I had no choice—I cut off all her clothes. My clueless new wife, Dana Poole, blasted it online. She cried as she faced me. "Why not at least leave her underwear on? You were saving her, I get it—but did you have to take everything? Doesn't a girl's dignity matter? With cameras everywhere, how is she supposed to live after this? You couldn't even cover her up?" The backlash exploded. The unit benched me to calm things down. So I stopped caring. I followed procedure, no improvising, no extra effort. Then one day, at the busiest mall in the city, Dana's mom got strapped into a brand-new linked bomb. This time, the whole unit panicked.

When Roxy showed up at my engagement party to Ian, wearing a dress from the same collection as mine, I knew the marriage wasn’t going anywhere.  The daughter of a homewrecker, Roxy would steal Ian from me just like how her mother took my dad from my mother. However, I'm not letting her get away with it.  Before anybody knew, I trashed my own engagement party and skipped town. I was done playing games.

I knew perfectly well that open flames were forbidden at a gas-leak scene, yet as a firefighter, I still backed my girlfriend's childhood friend when he insisted on lighting a cigarette "to calm his nerves." In my previous life, a sudden gas leak erupted during a gathering. Her childhood friend insisted on smoking to steady himself. I slapped the lighter out of his hand and yelled at him for trying to get us all killed. Humiliated, he ignored everyone's attempts to stop him and stormed outside—only to be crushed by an advertising board blown loose by the explosion's shockwave. Later, when I saved a child who had fallen from a building and was left hanging in midair myself, my girlfriend—my second-in-command—maliciously cut my safety rope. She stared at my corpse and said, "If you hadn't humiliated George in front of everyone, he wouldn't have died." When I opened my eyes again, I was back in that room thick with the stench of leaking gas.

I fell asleep in my fated mate Alpha Zane’s office. When I woke up, a magical seal was branded on my face. “Blackmoon Pack’s Slut.” And there was Dahlia, Zane’s new omega assistant. She held an Alpha’s seal, a taunting smirk on her face. “Why is a porcelain doll like you meddling in pack business?” she sneered. “You should just stay in your castle and be the pretty little trophy you are.” My wolf snarled, ready to crush her with my aura. But just as a vase flew at her head, Zane was suddenly there. He shielded her with his own body, his own Alpha power flaring to meet mine. He scowled at me, his voice tight with fury. “Dahlia was just playing a prank. Don’t be so dramatic.” But my eyes locked on the exposed skin of Dahlia's neck, where she was nestled in his arms. There it was. A fresh bite mark. And it reeked of him. Dahlia let out a contented purr, her voice dripping with sickly sweetness. “My Alpha knows I never attended the academy, and I was getting so bored. So to entertain me, he let me play with his Alpha’s sigil to practice creating magical marks.” She giggled. “I was just playing a little game with the princess. You’re not going to be a sore loser, are you?”