rhyming bedtime stories

Devil’s Bedtime Stories An Anthology of One-Shot Horror Tales > “Not all stories are meant to be told at night. Some were never meant to be told at all…” Behind every nightmare lies a truth that someone tried to bury. In this collection of twisted horror one-shots, each volume opens the door to a different darkness— where hotel rooms rewrite your soul, shadows remember your name, and monsters don’t hide under your bed... they tuck you in. From cursed lakes and haunted towns to devils disguised as bedtime storytellers, every tale in this anthology is a slow, inescapable descent into madness, dread, and the chilling possibility that you were never alone to begin with. Once you open this book, you're already part of the story. And the Devil never forgets his readers. This is not a book for sleep. This is a book for those who want to know what's waiting in the dark... For those who are ready to stop pretending the whisper under their bed was the wind. For those who understand: > Once you start reading… you can’t unread what follows. --- SERIES FORMAT: Each Volume = One Complete Horror Story Every Release = A New Devil’s Bedtime Tale No Endings Are Safe. No Truth Is Entirely Buried. Every Story Is a Doorway You Choose to Open. --- > “Once you read it, it knows you. Once you dream it, it never leaves.”

These are some poems, or rhymes, that I have written in my free time. I hope you enjoy.

A collection of short horror stories.

Adult Bedtime Stories consists of various short stories which are children like bedtime stories but for adults with contents like drugs, sex, murder with the help of animals as the characters.

I suppose I've blocked everything else to protect myself because that's all I can recall. After that one rainy day, I never had a nice day. a collection of poetry, short stories, etc.

A book of all your favorite bedtime stories with a twist

That day the world changed. Monsters appeared . Humans started disappearing and the world got sucked by void.

Every year, hundreds of soldiers march into the Veil— a perfect wall of darkness that devours sound, sight, and men. Commander Rhyne is one of the few who always returns. Her blades shine, her armor stays clean, and her warrior’s calm keeps the army standing when the monsters tear through their ranks. But even she cannot ignore the truth: every violite stone harvested from the beasts costs dozens of lives, and the capital demands more each day. Commander Syric, her equal in rank and opposite in temperament, carries those losses like ghosts. The Veil is killing his soldiers faster than he can bury them, and the silence after each campaign grows heavier. When a catastrophic mission leaves their forces shattered, Rhyne and Syric must confront a brutal reality: The Veil is changing. The beasts are evolving. And the capital is lying. In a war built on sacrifice, trust becomes a weapon—and the bond between the two commanders may be the only thing that keeps their world from collapsing into darkness. But the Veil hungers. And it is no longer content with soldiers.

Hemilia Gran is a student in Hevialia Academy, it's a magical academy where only supernatural people studies there. She is pursuing her dream to become the first female physician in Rosla. Prince Rhyker Danker, is an intelligent man who changed the country, he was the perfect human which every woman wants. Looks, intelligence, personality, everything that is perfect, he owned that. What will happens when she will meet the fourth Prince of Rosla? "Hemilia." He breathed out, his husky voice that hypnotized me everytime. "Prince Rhyker, you know well that we can't be together." I said sternly, the society and his entourage were judging us because he is the perfect man in Rosla while I'm just a student who is only going to be a physician. "Do you think I care about that?" He asked, he rubbed my moist lips with his finger, pushing his finger in my mouth. "Do you think I care about them?" He asked harshly, pushing his finger down on my throat. He slammed me against the wall and pushed another finger in my mouth. "I don't fucking care about them, I only care about you." He scowled and let go of my mouth, I gasped and tried to breathe but then he smashed his lips against me. Kissing me aggressively. He was the prince, he could take any beautiful woman he wants but instead, he marked me as his. WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AND CURSING WORDS.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"