A young woman named Amelia discovers a chilling secret hidden within her family's antique mirror, as a spectral figure trapped within the glass reaches out to her, blurring the lines between reality and the supernatural.
The antique mirror, a family heirloom, had always been a source of fascination for Amelia. Its tarnished silver frame reflected a distorted image, as if the glass itself was warped by some unseen force. One night, as she gazed into its depths, she noticed a faint flicker of movement in the reflection. It was a woman, her face obscured by shadows, her eyes glowing with an unnatural intensity. Amelia, initially dismissing it as a trick of the light, soon realized the woman was not a figment of her imagination. The image shifted, the woman's face becoming clearer, her eyes locked on Amelia's.
She felt a chill crawl down her spine as the woman in the mirror reached out a skeletal hand, her fingers brushing against the glass, as if trying to break through. Amelia screamed, her heart pounding in her chest. The image vanished, leaving behind an eerie silence. From that night on, the mirror haunted Amelia's dreams. The woman's face, etched in her mind, was a constant reminder of the chilling encounter. The mirror remained a silent sentinel, its secrets hidden behind the tarnished glass, a constant reminder of the unseen world that lurked just beyond the veil of reality.
"The Hidden Room"
The old house stood sentinel on the hill, its silhouette a jagged silhouette against the fading light. It was a place of secrets, whispered in the wind that rattled its boarded-up windows. A place of shadows that clung to the corners, and of memories that lingered like ghosts. The story begins with a young woman named Clara, who is drawn to the house, despite its unsettling aura. She feels an inexplicable pull towards it, as if something is calling to her from within. She's determined to uncover its secrets, even if it means facing her own fears. Clara, fueled by a mixture of curiosity and a yearning for connection, begins to explore the house, venturing into its dusty rooms and uncovering clues about its past. She finds a faded diary, filled with the writings of a young woman who once lived there, a woman named Amelia. Amelia's words, etched in faded ink, paint a picture of a life filled with love, loss, and a chilling fear of the unknown. As Clara reads, she feels a growing sense of unease, a feeling that Amelia's story is somehow connected to her own. As Clara delves deeper into the house's history, she discovers a hidden room, a secret chamber tucked away behind a wall. It's a room filled with artifacts, strange objects, and a chilling sense of anticipation. The objects in the room are not merely artifacts of the past, but vessels of something darker, something that lingers in the shadows. As Clara examines them, she feels a prickling sensation on her skin, a sense of being watched. The objects whisper secrets, secrets that seem to echo in the darkness. The house, once a silent witness to the past, begins to stir. Strange sounds emanate from the depths of its walls, whispers carried on the wind, and the shadows seem to dance and writhe. The line between the real and the supernatural begins to blur. Clara finds herself caught in a web of mystery, a story that is both captivating and terrifying. She's not sure if she's uncovering the truth, or if she's creating it. The house is more than just a structure, it's a living entity, a guardian of secrets that threaten to unravel the very fabric of reality. Clara, armed with her courage and her desire to uncover the truth, must face the darkness that lurks within the house, and within herself. For she's not just unraveling Amelia's story, she's uncovering her own. What secrets does the house hold? What is the connection between Clara and Amelia? And what is the true nature of the unseen force that haunts the house? These are the questions that Clara must answer, if she wants to escape the clutches of the house's secrets.
Clara stood in the hidden room, her heart pounding against her ribs. The air hung heavy with the scent of dust and decay, and a chilling silence pressed against her ears. She felt as though she were standing on the precipice of something unknown, something that threatened to pull her into the abyss. The room was small, barely large enough to hold a single bed and a small writing desk. But it was packed with objects, each one radiating a strange energy that prickled her skin. There were old books with leather covers, their pages yellowed and brittle, and a collection of antique dolls, their porcelain faces cracked and chipped, their eyes staring blankly into the darkness. But it was the objects on the desk that truly captivated Clara's attention. There was a tarnished silver locket, its surface etched with an intricate design, and a small, ornate box, its lid adorned with a single, shimmering ruby. She picked up the locket, its weight surprisingly heavy in her hand. She could feel the faint outline of a picture beneath the glass, but it was too faded to make out any details. As she reached for the box, she felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She looked up, her eyes searching the shadows that danced in the corners of the room. The air felt thicker, heavier, as if something was watching her. She turned back to the box, her fingers trembling slightly as she lifted the lid. Inside, nestled on a bed of velvet, lay a single, withered rose. It was a crimson red, the color of blood, and its petals were dry and brittle, as if they had been preserved for centuries. As Clara reached for the rose, she felt a jolt of energy, a surge of power that coursed through her body. It was a feeling of both awe and fear, a sense of something ancient and powerful. Suddenly, the air in the room began to swirl, and a low, guttural growl echoed through the silence. Clara's heart pounded in her chest as she turned to face the source of the sound. Standing in the doorway, silhouetted against the fading light, was a figure cloaked in shadow. It was tall and slender, with long, sharp claws and glowing red eyes that pierced the darkness. Clara felt a wave of terror wash over her, but she stood her ground, her eyes locked on the creature's. She had stumbled upon something far more sinister than she could have ever imagined. She had opened a door to another world, a world of darkness and secrets. And now, she had to face the consequences. The creature advanced, its movements fluid and silent, like a predator stalking its prey. Clara felt a primal fear surge through her, her body trembling with a mixture of adrenaline and terror. She backed away, her eyes searching for an escape route, but the room seemed to close in on her, its walls pressing against her like a suffocating embrace. The creature's eyes, two glowing embers in the gloom, fixed on her. It let out a low growl, a sound that resonated deep within her bones, stirring a primal fear she had never known. Clara knew she couldn't outrun it, couldn't hide from it. She had to confront it, to understand what it was and why it was here. Gathering her courage, Clara took a deep breath and stepped forward. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. The creature paused, its head tilted slightly, as if considering her question. Then, it spoke, its voice a low, raspy whisper that seemed to emanate from the very depths of the earth. "I am the guardian," it said, "the protector of this place." Clara felt a chill run down her spine. She had stumbled upon something far more powerful than she had ever imagined, something ancient and steeped in secrets. She was not simply in a hidden room; she was in a place of immense power, a place where the boundaries between worlds blurred and the shadows held secrets beyond human comprehension. The creature continued, its voice a haunting melody in the stillness. "This room holds the key," it said, "the key to a world beyond your understanding. But it is a dangerous key, one that must be handled with care." Clara's mind raced, trying to make sense of the creature's words. She had found a key, but to what? And what did it mean to handle it with care? She felt a sense of urgency, a need to understand, to unlock the secrets this hidden room held. But she also felt a deep sense of fear, a fear of the unknown, a fear of the power she had stumbled upon. The creature's gaze never left her, its red eyes burning into her soul. Clara knew that this was just the beginning, the first step in a journey that would take her to places she could never have imagined. The hidden room had opened a door, a door to a world of darkness and secrets, and she was about to step through it.
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
Kara Martin was known as Miss Perfect. She was a beauty with good personality and successful career. Unfortunately, her life changed at one night. She was accused of adultery, losing her job, and abandoned by her fiance. The arrogant man who slept with her did not want to take responsibility. He even threatened to kill her if they met again. What's worse, Kara was pregnant with twins and she chose to give birth to them. Four and a half years later, Kara returned to work at a large company. As the secretary, she would frequently face their notorious CEO. Kara thought it wouldn't be a problem, but as it turned out ... the CEO was the father of the twins!