racy 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.”

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

Excerpt: "Introducing contestant number 1, Riya, one like no other, The only Qyshol you would never see and live to tell the tale...for now. Perhaps she got bored of snapping the lishas' necks and thought she would do a little exercise in this contest. Perhaps, being the strongest person ever is not a gift after all, or maybe, she is lonely." All could hear the smirk in his voice. He took a sip of the liquid in his cup, everyone knew it wasn't water but no one would risk telling him and losing their heads. "Contestant number two, don't let his name fool you he is nowhere near the light, the only one who can stand up to a qyshol...at least close enough to get killed excitingly." Everyone cheered, they cheered not because he was their favourite but because someone would get killed in the long run. "I present to you, Korren the xincta!!" He walked out pretty confident about himself like he wasn't scared the Qyshol would kill him. "The other contestants are not worth calling their names a waste of my breath, they can come out whenever they like. I am only here to watch the battle between these two" The xreo who would also be acting as the judge announced while he batted his eye at the contestants. "This is the run!!!!!!" The crowd erupted, everyone breaking anything or anyone in their way. ~~~~~~~~ In a world of no law, only the strongest rules, in other words only the Qyshol wins. A race of ten dimensions has begun, and the winner gets a chance to rewrite history, to be granted one wish. What happens when the Qyshol starts to feel defective, having feelings for a certain xincta, will she twat it and kill him immediately as usual or will she use him as a plaything and kill him later? No matter what he's going to die. That's what her evil reputation demands. The only problem with this race is that it has no rules. So seduction is allowed. ~~~~~~~~ There will be colourful words and colourful actions and colourful things. You get it by now.

Delhi was supposed to be just another noisy, endless day. The skies cracked, time shattered, and the metro turned into a killing ground. Thrust 150 years into a broken future, Shivam and his friends find themselves in a dead city where machines hunt the living, the streets are ruled by silence, and hope is just another lie buried under the dust. Homes are gone. Families are shadows. The world they knew is nothing but ruins and ash. Together, they must navigate a future that feels more like a nightmare, where every step forward could be their last. When survival is the only rule left, how much of yourself do you lose just trying to stay alive?

Suzy Su is forty years old, single, and has spent the last twelve years in the same Silver Lake apartment, building a life that looks stable from the outside. She's an immigration attorney at a small firm — good at her job, respected by her colleagues, and invisible to everyone who matters. She has a mother in Pasadena who knows she's gay but never talks about it. She has a set of rituals — coffee, work, a run she never enjoys, a plant she keeps forgetting to water — that she calls a life. She is not prepared for what comes next. Routine bloodwork reveals she is HIV-positive. The viral load and CD4 count suggest she's been infected for three to seven years. In that window, she's had four sexual contacts: Shelly, the older woman who taught her how to be a lesbian in a world that didn't want her; Claire, the high-powered corporate attorney who mirrored Suzy's own ambition so perfectly they became each other's walls; Kevin, her oldest friend, the only man she's ever trusted, and one night she's never talked about; and Kate, the auto mechanic who showed her that happiness could be easy — and then left her because she couldn't figure out how to be happy back. The novel follows Suzy over the course of one month as she contacts each of them, telling them they may have been exposed. But the investigation into the virus becomes an investigation into her own life. She realizes she's been building a case not against a person, but against a way of living — a life built on avoidance, on never wanting anything too much, on keeping people at a distance where they can't hurt her. Each former partner forces her to confront a version of herself she's tried to outrun: with Shelly, she's the frightened twenty-three-year-old who didn't know how to be loved; with Claire, she's the thirty-year-old who was too proud to be vulnerable; with Kevin, she's the woman who uses intimacy as anesthesia; and with Kate, she's the person who let the best thing in her life walk away because she didn't believe she deserved to keep it. The suspense structure follows a classic Agatha Christie trajectory: the suspects are introduced, red herrings are planted, and the reader — along with Suzy — is led toward a conclusion that seems inevitable in retrospect. But the novel subverts the whodunit form. There is no villain. The person who gave Suzy the virus did not know they had it. And the question Suzy has to answer is not "who?" but "what now?" TRACE BACK is a literary suspense novel set in contemporary Los Angeles — a city of highways and hidden lives, where people reinvent themselves for a living and the past is always just a few exits away. It explores the gap between the stories we tell ourselves and the truths we refuse to see, the particular loneliness of the Asian-American experience in queer spaces, and the strange, quiet grace of learning to live with something you can't undo. Told in present tense with a propulsive, emotionally precise voice, the novel moves between Suzy's present-day investigation and extended flashbacks that form complete narrative arcs. Each relationship is a novella folded inside the larger story, and each one redefines what the reader — and Suzy — thinks they know about love, trust, and the difference between being hurt and being harmed. At its heart, this is not a story about a virus. It's a story about a woman who has spent forty years building walls, and who finally — through an accident of biology and a series of difficult phone calls — learns to let them down.

My very first book, I really hope this gets at least some attention. I worked hard on this project, and I want advice on what to do.

Puncak dari rasa sakit adalah kehilangan. Namun, Puncak dari kehilangan itu sendiri adalah mengikhlaskan. Tuhan sudah merencanakan takdir manusia. Siapapun tidak bisa lepas darinya sejauh apa ia pergi dan sejauh apa dia berlari. Aksara tau, tuhan sudah melukiskan sebuah takdir dengan apiknya jauh sebelum ia lahir. Tapi bisakah ia mengeluh? Bisakah ia berkeluh kesah pada tuhan. Aksara tau, banyak orang yang lebih buruk keadaannya dibandingkan dirinya. Tapi untuk saat ini, tolong biarkan Aksara mengeluh sekali saja. Tuhan memang maha baik, jadi tolong ijinkan ia mengeluh. Meratapi apa yang sudah terjadi. Hidupnya yang sudah mulai tertata, bak bangunan megah dengan pilar pilar tinggi menjulang, roboh dalam satu kedipan mata. Semuanya pergi satu persatu. Meninggalkan Aksara dalam sendu sembiru badai gelombang kehidupan yang mungkin tak berkesudahan.