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Annette was nothing but a mobile blood bank to her stepsister and her fiancé. Bound to a heavy iron chair in a freezing basement, she watched her own blood drain into a plastic bag. Her stepsister, Gayla, smiled flawlessly and whispered the ultimate betrayal. "Your mother didn't die of a heart attack. My father poisoned her for her patent." Her fiancé, Bryton, stepped back in pure disgust, complaining that the smell of her dying blood was unbearable. They watched her struggle against the metal chains, her wrists tearing open as the coldness of extreme blood loss drained her core. They had stolen her mother's wealth, her home, and now her life, leaving her to flatline in complete darkness. As her vision faded into gray, extreme fury flooded her veins. Why did her mother have to choke on her own foam while these parasites lived in luxury? She swore to herself with her last heartbeat that if she ever had another chance, she would tear them all apart. A sharp alarm clock rang out, and Annette's eyes snapped open to the smell of peeling paint. She was back in her cramped trailer at seventeen, exactly three days before her nightmare originally began. She smashed the mirror, grabbed her hidden cash, and headed straight to Manhattan to secure her mother's legacy before they even knew she existed. This time, the timid country girl they expected was dead. The legendary hacker had returned, and the game was about to start.

For three years, I believed my fiancé, Daryl, was my savior. He rescued me after a brutal attack-secretly orchestrated by my own sister, Kenisha-shattered my hands and my dreams of being a concert pianist. He gave me a perfect, protected life. Then I discovered the truth on his laptop. I wasn't his beloved; I was "Asset: FB-01." A walking collection of prime organs, being groomed until my sister needed a new heart. My heart. The man I loved became a monster. He forced me to take five pregnancy tests, snarling that he'd "get that thing out" of me himself if I compromised his investment. He locked me in the trunk of his car and later abandoned me on a collapsing rope bridge. To finally break me, he drowned the stray kitten I'd rescued in the washing machine. "You hurt my Kenisha," he roared. "Now you'll know what it feels like to lose something you care about." My entire life with him had been a lie. I was just livestock being fattened for slaughter, and my hands-the ones he once called magic-were just a "non-essential component." After he drained my blood for the sister who wanted me dead, I went home and buried my cat. Then I packed a single bag, booked a flight to London, and vanished. They had created a monster. Now, they were about to meet her.

The cold steel of a knife slid between my ribs, and the last thing I remember was the shock on my best friend Wendy' s face – not that I was dying, but that she needed the perfect angle for her livestream. She narrated my demise, blaming me for trying to sleep with a trucker, her voice sickly excited as notifications pinged with hateful comments like "Serves her right" and "Stupid slut." I died on the dirty floor of a truck cabin, my blood pooling around me, smeared as a whore, utterly betrayed by the person I trusted most. My last breath was a gasp of disbelief, wondering how I could have been so blind to her jealousy and malice. Then, I gasped again, only this time the air was clean, not thick with diesel and blood, and I was back in my law firm's breakroom, staring at a saccharine-smiling Wendy, who was about to propose the very trip that led to my murder.

My father raised seven brilliant orphans to be my potential husbands. For years, I only had eyes for one of them, the cold and distant Damien Paul, believing his distance was a wall I just had to break through. That belief shattered last night when I found him in the garden, kissing his foster sister, Eve—the fragile girl my family took in at his request, the one I had treated like my own sister. But the true horror came when I overheard the other six Fellows talking in the library. They weren't competing for me. They were working together, orchestrating "accidents" and mocking my "stupid, blind" devotion to keep me away from Damien. Their loyalty wasn't to me, the heiress who held their futures in her hands. It was to Eve. I wasn't a woman to be won. I was a foolish burden to be managed. The seven men I grew up with, the men who owed my family everything, were a cult, and she was their queen. This morning, I walked into my father's study to make a decision that would burn their world to the ground. He smiled, asking if I'd finally won Damien over. "No, Dad," I said, my voice firm. "I'm marrying Hunter Beach."

My five-year-old son, Liam, suffered severe brain damage from an allergic reaction. A car accident left me with shattered ribs and a new heart beating in my chest. My husband, Mark, seemed broken by our tragedy. Then, I overheard his phone call. "Olivia, it's done. Liam is no longer a problem. The accident went perfectly. They said her heart was a match for you. It was almost too easy." I was paralyzed. He planned it all. He fed Liam peanuts, knowing his fatal allergy. He orchestrated my crash to get my heart for his mistress, Olivia. We were pawns, obstacles to be removed so his son, Ethan, could inherit everything. Mark walked in, feigning concern. He even asked me to give blood for Olivia, whose body was rejecting my heart. He dragged me out of bed, ignoring my weakness and bleeding hand. He was draining my son too. I fainted from blood loss. Mark then suggested we place Liam in a facility and "adopt" Ethan. But in his monstrous suggestion, I saw my escape. His phone was left behind. His password was Ethan's birthday. I found a video: Olivia giving Ethan peanut crackers and pointing to Liam. It was deliberate. I forwarded the video, emailed my friend, a neurosurgeon in Switzerland, and deleted the history. I bundled Liam and slipped out. I mailed divorce papers and the USB with the video to Mark's office. "I'm leaving, Mark," I told him, then hung up. Mark eventually found Liam's room empty. The nurse, witnessing Olivia's manipulative act, showed Mark security footage of Olivia pinching Ethan and falsely blaming me. Mark erupted. He threw Olivia out, showering them with cash, telling them he never wanted to see them again. I landed in Zurich, found freedom with Liam. The news came: Mark suffered a severe spinal injury in an accident, paralyzed. He left everything to me for Liam. I founded a non-profit for children with brain injuries. Liam thrived, discovering a gift for piano. Then, my transplanted heart began to fail. I was preparing for the end, writing birthday letters for Liam. Ben burst in: "We found one! A perfect match. A directed donation from a patient in the States." It was Mark. He had arranged it, his ultimate atonement. He had his life support removed. I watched his final message, then deleted the file. A new heart. A new life. Our new life.

My name is Sarah, and I remember the cold. Not the chill of winter, but the stainless-steel table against my back. My sons, Michael and Gabriel, were gone, their screams replaced by silence. My husband David, blinded by ambition, led us to that abandoned clinic. His sister, Veronica, craved an heir for her powerful husband, Senator Harrison. She believed my "Legacy Fertility" and my children's "vital essence" could help her. A quack "expert" performed monstrous acts on my seven-year-old twins. Then it was my turn; they brutally harvested my ovarian tissue. I was left to bleed out on a filthy floor, my insides torn. I died there, a vow of revenge frozen on my lips. Later, I saw Veronica on the news, pregnant and glowing with what she stole. But then, warmth. Sunlight. My eyes snapped open to my own familiar bedroom. Michael was on my chest, Gabriel curled beside me, both alive, young, and whole. The calendar read October 14th—the very day it all began. The memory slammed into me: David's averted eyes, the isolated building, Veronica's cold voice, Michael's terror, Gabriel's whimper. This wasn't a dream; this was a second chance. Veronica, triumphant in my first life, had risen on my family's ashes, her belly swelling with a lie while mine was emptied by her greed. No. Not again. This time, I wouldn't just survive. I would take everything she had, everything she wanted. Her husband. Her position. Her future. My revenge would be absolute, and my children would live. The game had begun.

My husband, Mark, hummed happily in the shower, the sound a dull comfort. I picked up his phone, intending to set his alarm, a routine task in my seemingly perfect life. Then, a new message flashed: "Jessica." Followed by words that shattered my world: "Can't wait for the road trip, baby. Soon she'll be gone, and we'll be rich." Road trip? He' d mentioned one for us, next weekend. My fingers trembled unlocking his phone, our anniversary the passcode-irony's cruelest stab. Months of messages with Jessica, my adoptive sister and childhood tormentor, confirmed it: they were plotting my murder. "The brakes will fail on that riverside road," Mark wrote. "The insurance money will set us and the baby up for life." A photo showed Jessica with a newborn, and Mark's reply: "Our little one deserves the best." My marriage, my comfortable life, was a cold, calculated lie. Mark emerged, smiling, a predator's grin. He chattered about the "beautiful" road trip, oblivious, each word a hammer blow. He was going to kill me. My own sister, his accomplice. My cherished life, a carefully constructed trap. He left with a casual "Love you!", but the silence that followed was deafening. Then, rage burned away the shock. They wouldn't get away with this.

Six months into rebuilding her life, single mom Sarah is proposed to by Mark, a kind widower. Her heart, long dormant, finally warms as Mark proposes, surrounded by their hopeful children. But then, a terrifying premonition: a camping trip with Mark's daughter, Lily, turns deadly as Lily summons hordes of venomous spiders to kill Sarah and her son, Leo, coldly whispering, "No one gets to be Daddy's favorite but me and my real mom." Sarah gasps awake, back at the proposal, the chilling memory of venom and Lily' s malevolence still vivid. With a shudder, Sarah rejects Mark, baffling him and infuriating his family, who brand her cruel, while Lily's angelic facade cracks to reveal a glimpse of pure, icy fury. Lily, however, won't be deterred; she stalks Sarah, hacking Leo's smartwatch and staging a manipulative late-night scene that traps Sarah into letting her inside. The nightmare escalates when Lily kidnaps Leo from his after-school program, and Sarah discovers Mark's shocking history: all his previous girlfriends, and even his wife, died from mysterious "spider bites." Sarah' s confusion turns into a cold fury, realizing Mark isn't just oblivious but complicit, enabling his daughter's monstrous trail of victims. Lily' s voice, relayed by a tarantula-borne recorder, demands Sarah come alone to an abandoned quarry, threatening Leo with a spider attack. Knowing the police will only escalate the danger, Sarah races towards the quarry, ready to face the truth and fight for her son' s life.

Dark clouds loomed over the old town of Ravenswood, casting an eerie shadow on the lonely and derelict manor that sat atop the hill. The locals whispered tales of a cursed estate, haunted by restless spirits from a forgotten past. Yet, despite the warnings and the chilling tales, the manor had been deserted for years, its secrets locked away behind its crumbling walls. One fateful day, a mysterious letter arrived at the doorstep of Elizabeth Reed, a young and ambitious investigative journalist. The letter, written on ancient parchment and sealed with wax, bore an emblem of a raven perched on a twisted tree branch—a symbol known to the locals as an omen of ill fortune. The message within was an invitation, beckoning Elizabeth to uncover the truth behind the haunted manor.

❝You do realise how absolutely ridiculous you're sounding, right?❞ Veer narrowed his eyes at her. ❝More ridiculous than a guy who just murdered someone?❞ Trisha countered, leaving him speechless. ☘ ☘ ☘ Aashna was aware that moving to Hazelynn to live with her aunt and her family was going to bring a lot of changes to her life. But never had she imagined even in her wildest dreams that it was going to change her life forever. Will she be able to handle the secrets and the truths life is about to throw at her? Or will those secrets consume her?

Six months into our marriage, my husband Adam declared our garage off-limits. He called it his "creative space," but it was my house, bought with my inheritance, and his sudden coldness felt like a violation. Soon, the secrecy became a prison. He began handcuffing me to our bed at night, chaining me up like an animal so he could sneak down to his precious garage while I slept. When I confronted him, he tracked my phone, punched me in the face, and threatened to take half my house in a divorce. He was a monster wearing my husband's face, and I was trapped with him. One night, after picking the lock, I crept downstairs and heard voices. It was Adam and his fugitive brother-a man who had killed an entire family in a hit-and-run. I heard his brother threaten to "handle" me. The next morning, I smiled and made my husband his favorite breakfast. But as I served him his pancakes, I added a special ingredient-a powerful laxative, enough to send him straight to the emergency room. He thought he had me cornered. He had no idea I was about to burn his entire world to the ground.

My twin sister, Olivia, lay terrifyingly still in a hospital bed, her pale face a stark contrast to the sterile white sheets. An IV dripped fluid into her arm, and chillingly, thick bandages covered her wrists, a silent testament to her desperate act. She had tried to end her life, driven to the brink by the relentless, sophisticated cruelty of Brittany and her followers at Northwood High School. Their audacious arrival at the hospital, complete with smirks and chilling taunts, twisted the knife deeper into our family' s raw wound. My parents, Mr. and Mrs. Peterson, stood helpless, their attempts to rid us of the tormentors dismissed with scornful indifference. When the police finally arrived, their response was infuriatingly inadequate: a dismissive "warning" for minors, prioritizing Brittany' s influential family over Olivia' s shattered life. Then, the ultimate humiliation struck: a raw, brutal video of Olivia's locker room torment, her clothes torn and her pleas mocked by Brittany's cruel laughter, exploded across social media. My fragile sister, seeing it, whispered that she was "so weak," her spirit visibly drained from her eyes. A mere warning for such psychological torture, for driving my twin to attempt suicide, was a grotesque joke in their broken system. But a familiar darkness, a dormant, predatory instinct I had suppressed for years for Olivia' s sake, began to stir within me. Olivia had always been my anchor, soothing this other side, but now, she was the very reason to unleash it. That night, I made a decision that would redefine everything: I was going to Northwood High. They thought they knew Olivia Peterson – but they had no idea who was truly coming for them. They had broken my other half; I would break them in return, and the Peterson family had unique ways of ensuring justice.

I spent three years locked away by my husband, Ethan, in a soundproof panic room. My legs, shattered in the "accident" he orchestrated, were useless. He stole my songs, my career, my life, and gave them to Chloe, a talentless fraud he built into a star. Then, they wheeled me out-a prisoner displayed for the "happy family": Ethan, Chloe, and my son, Leo. Leo, who looked at me like a monster, holding Chloe's hand and calling her "mom." Ethan ordered me to confess to plagiarism, to blame my own "jealousy" for his intricate web of lies that destroyed me. But the ultimate cruelty came later. Chloe, supposedly dying from a heart condition, needed a transplant. "You're a match," Ethan stated, his voice devoid of emotion. "You will donate your heart to Chloe." It wasn't a request; it was my execution. My heart for hers, the last piece of me carved out and given to the woman who stole my life. As the scalpel touched my skin, Chloe whispered, "This is for stealing my life, you bitch." I closed my eyes, uttering one word to the mysterious "Pact" I made years ago. Then, I left my body to die. Yet, I woke up. Not gone, but back. And the Pact whispered a new bargain: return to stop Ethan, who, shattered by my death, was becoming a true monster. The deal was clear: save him and save my sister. I stepped back into hell, but this time, the chains were broken, and I was ready to fight.

It all started with an attack at the luxurious Skybay High School. Now, a year later, the students are out camping in the middle of nowhere. Strange things occur, lives are in danger. With no access to the outside world, the teachers become uneasy. The students terrified. Jameela teams up with her friends in this epic thriller to find out who is behind it all. In the dense forest, overlooking the camp, is a dark cloak sneering at them. "They think they're having fun, right? I'm here, waiting for them to loosen their guard. Then I'll strike. And it will all be over. Tick, tock. Tick, tock."

I was just another volunteer, living and praying alongside my community, unaware my life was about to shatter despite what I thought were normal interactions with our charismatic leader. Then, on the very first day of the harvest festival, a sudden, horrifying accusation rang out: I was charged with seducing Elijah, the revered leader of our tight-knit community. He stood by, silent and impassive, as the elders dragged me to the center of the congregation, allowing them to string me up for a public whipping, pelt me with stones, brand me with a searing iron, and later, imprison me in a filthy, abandoned cabin where he mercilessly scalded my throat with boiling water. My alleged crime was a twisted atonement for a past life I couldn't even remember, a destiny he claimed we shared, yet his actions felt like a personal hell tailor-made just for me. With my spirit broken but not extinguished, I knew I had to escape this nightmare, even if it meant faking my own death and disappearing without a trace, hoping to reclaim a life free from his suffocating delusion.

It's either do or die, what would you choose? Zoe Amethyst is a clever, and brave girl. That's what they describe her. Something already happened that makes Zhian Azrael haunted by the Ghost of the memories. What will happen to them? The choices are both risky, it's either your life or your sanity. Just choose one, and be wise in choosing, because you might regret it in the end. A group of students will help him to investigate, and they will determine if it's a crime or a suicide. All of a sudden, they will suffer horrible things and memories of the past. They will use the memories and the things that the normal people's eye can't see. Ghost of your memories can be tricky, anyone can reminisce, and everyone has a memory. Face your fears! Welcome to reality! The novel, Ghost Of Your Memories is all about students who have different experiences, and perspectives in life. Different reasons, and different skills to handle the situation.

"Shadows of Willow Creek" is a captivating tale set in the mysterious town of Willow Creek, where the legend of the Vanishing Mansion haunts its inhabitants. Follow intrepid journalist Emily Carter as she unravels the secrets of the past, delving into a world of ghostly apparitions, long-buried secrets, and unexpected alliances. With echoes of love, betrayal, and redemption, this gripping story promises to keep readers on the edge of their seats until the very end.

Samantha a young photographer is given an old camera that may hold something haunting on the inside of her pictures

The first person to die in Lagos didn't stay dead. At 4:30 PM, Lagos was still fighting its usual battle with traffic when a man collapsed in the middle of the road. Minutes later, he was biting someone. Then another person turned. Then another. By the time Segun, a danfo driver trying to reach LUTH to save his sister, realized what was happening, the city around him had already begun to fall apart. Inside LUTH, Adunni, a young nurse, is trapped as patients become violent and the hospital turns into a killing ground. Outside, Segun is forced to choose between escaping Lagos and saving the people who now depend on him-including a frightened boy, an elderly woman, and his own sister. The military arrives to contain the outbreak. But containment won't last. Because when darkness falls over Lagos, the infected won't be trapped inside the hospital anymore. They'll be coming for everyone.

A lottery game that can take someone's life, whoever becomes the ultimate winner, their life will be taken away after getting the main prize, namely visiting a luxurious mansion that can grant all the wishes of the winner. Elise and Yessy, two people who have won the lottery and won the same main prize, namely going to a luxurious mansion where they will both get everything they want. Yessy and Elise, two girls who both have the same background in life. Namely, they both hate their mother. At different times, the motives for the murders and everything in the mansion are similar. Yessy was a close friend of Elise and (she) was reported to have died after winning the main prize in the lottery three years after Elise died. They both died in tragic circumstances. Whoever has entered the mansion, everything (he wants) will be obtained, there is no need to say what the winner wants because the prize will come by itself. However, the payment after getting the gift is their own life. Two girls who both hate mother figures in their lives and both want to get abundant wealth after getting it all, they both have to (pay for it) with their own lives. This news is very shocking because no police have been able to find out how the murder process took place, because when the police wanted to search for the mansion, it suddenly disappeared and could not be found. This curiosity reached the four college students, namely Damon, Erick, Joy and Liana. Damon, a vlogger who already has thousands of followers, he is a vlogger who deals with mystical things and things that smell of ghosts, magic and so on. But, the strange thing that's happening now is that Damon doesn't want to make Vlogger news "lottery disaster" for no apparent reason, he knows if he raises a topic that is currently booming in public, for sure he will be more famous and there will be many once the money will he get. also he will become famous But, Damon refuses for no apparent reason while his three friends really want to make a Vlog about this news, for them this is a very good opportunity to become famous while completing their final college assignment. Damon still refused hard, until in the end it was Joy who persuaded him, Joy asked Damon to do this Vlogger for some reason because Damon really loves Joy, finally he agreed with Joy. But, Damon's agreement made someone very angry and disappointed (with him), he is Erick, a man who is also Damon's best friend, he is very angry with Damon, because he Damon voluntarily vloggers because of Joy, this makes Erick mocked Damon even more, saying that Damon was a bitch because he agreed just because of a woman, actually what happened was Erick was jealous. He is very jealous because Damon is close to Joy while Erick, who has always loved Damon in secret, has never been treated like that by Damon. Due to this misunderstanding, making Damon end having sex with Erick in order to make Erick reconcile with him. As for Joy and Liana, these two women actually love each other but they are hindered by the friend zone making it awkward for them to admit their feelings to each other. The four of them finally vloged the lottery game. From the beginning of the game, Joy felt very uneasy, (she) felt that something dangerous would come to them, because Joy's desire was so paranoid, they finally decided to stop the game first, because Joy was so paranoid that she even got hit fever. After five days had passed, Liana insisted on continuing the lottery game with Damon and Erick, Joy refused to continue making Vlogs, the difference of opinion between Joy and Liana ends in a commotion. Joy insisted on keeping the two (friends) from continuing the vlog (she) said for the sake of their own lives, while Liana still insisted on continuing the vlog. Damon and Erick were both confused about choosing to be on Joy's side or Liana's. Because Damon has promised all his followers on the Youtube channel to do the vlog, he of course doesn't want to lose thousands of followers just because he thwarted the vlog. Finally, Damon and Erick decided to continue vlogging with Liana. None of them sided with Joy and made Joy left alone there while the three (friends) came to the stand where the lottery was held. The three of them also managed to win the grand prize which means the three of them will go to the mansion. One day after winning the grand prize, an old man came to the three of them to take them to the mansion. From the moment they left for the mansion, Damon didn't stop to continue Vlogging with his two (friends), they laughed together and listened to music together, they went to a haunted mansion but it seemed as if they were on an outing because they enjoyed their departure so much. But, it's strange that Damon didn't see any followers commenting on his video, they seemed to ignore Damon's Vlog. Arriving at the mansion, Damon and his two friends were immediately greeted by a beautiful woman who had smooth skin and (her face) was very beautiful.