scary memories stories

The first time she traveled abroad, she encountered the tragedy of a missing plane. When she woke up, she transformed from a sunny girl into a Young Madam! On the very first day after waking up, he tormented her for an entire night, and then he planned to steal her heart! How could there possibly be such good fortune in the world? She swore to escape from his grasp. "Young Master, the Young Madam has run away again..." "Damn it, launch a city-wide search within 24 hours!" He cornered her against the wall: "What exactly do you want?" "You're so disobedient. It seems I'll have to find a way to tie you to me forever..." He said mischievously, gently stroking her flat stomach. [The main text has been completed.]

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] I hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet... [Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope, I don't want it. Let me quit. ※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game! *** This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? If that's the case, who do I curse? *** An SCP inspired story with its own twist! Discord : https://discord.gg/FK7ZQU3b9p

"Gu Dai, I only married you to make Grandpa happy. If someone else had saved Grandpa, I would have married her just the same! Don't think too highly of yourself!" Throughout the three years of marriage, Gu Dai's husband insulted her on many occasions. She wouldn't have believed she was once pampered and wealthy if she hadn't suddenly regained her memory. Why did she willingly serve this man for three years? This man was even despicable enough to fall for another woman! The first thing Gu Dai did after regaining her memory was to get a divorce! Rumors spread throughout the capital that the girl from the slums was getting a divorce from Mr. Song! "Seriously? Isn't she a gold digger?" Everyone asked. "She's just playing hard to get. Do you think she can ever move on?" Mr. Song asked. Immediately after that, everybody discovered that Gu Dai had returned to the Gu family in the capital. She was now the young lady of the wealthiest family in town. It turned out that she was the young lady of the Gu family who had gone missing after a cruise ship accident happened three years ago! "Mr. Song, Ms. Gu is way out of your league," everyone said. "So what? She doesn't know how to plan for the future. Apart from money, she has nothing else," Mr. Song said. Not long after that, people began discovering Gu Dai's multiple identities. She was a bigshot hacker, a miracle doctor, the best designer in the country... She was everything Song Ling had been looking for. When they met again, he grabbed her and begged her with tears in his eyes. "Dai, I won't mind if you have feelings for others. Can you please let me stay by your side anyway?"

COMPLETED His business rivals drugged a cold-hearted and handsome CEO, and the medicine intoxicated his whole body. The only way to cure him is through sexual contact. He went to the hospital to have his antidote, and a young nursing student who substituted someone to save this mysterious man fell into his trap. The ordeal lasted for three nights in a row. The man disappeared like he never existed before. After how many years, while she gradually discovers the mystery of her father's death, they meet again. For four years, he barely slept through full nights, and he developed severe insomnia caused by the drug. Accidentally, he accused her of being a thief. He captured and imprisoned her; however, vague memories of the scent and woman's body that served him during his struggling moment keeps haunting him. The smell of her body is like magic, gradually calming his restless nerve and making him sleep. He possessed her immediately and promised not to let her go the time he laid his eyes on her. He discovered she is the same woman who had become his antidote that night, yet he concealed the truth because she strives to flee away from him. No wonder he got a sense of déjà vu when he first saw her and smelled her fragrance. No wonder he was so enamored by her and her body. It turns out that she's the woman he often dreams about, the first significant woman in his life. The woman he is longing for and his beautiful nightmare. He fell in love with her and does all means to make her his wife. She wanted her freedom, and she refused him several times. The painful memory of the past keeps haunting her, and she promised to take revenge on a man who assaulted her four years ago. Would she fall in love with the man who takes advantage of her that night? Does the mysterious man, love at first sight, will change their fate? How long could he stand against her hatred to win her trust and love? Special Note: If you are looking for a sweet contemporary-romance genre, this novel doesn't have that kind of plot. Most plots of my novel talk about mystery, suspense, and a slice of life. Often FL starts a slow pace of development, from weak to strong.

In the shadow-soaked alleys of a city where memories are both currency and weapon, burned-out detective Maxwell Hartwell is known for his unique immunity to memory extraction, a trait that marks him as both an asset and an outcast. When enigmatic Elena Voss approaches him to investigate the murder of Victor Kane, a top memory trader renowned for his ruthless ambition, Max is drawn into a web of deceit that permeates the highest echelons of society. Max's investigation leads him deep into the underbelly of the memory trade, where human experiences are bought and sold to the highest bidder, altering personalities and histories at will. As he navigates this dangerous landscape, he's forced to contend with his former partner, Detective Sarah Lim, who walks a thin line between law enforcement and moral compromise. Throughout his journey, Max is aided by the Archivist, a secretive figure who trades in illicit memories, providing Max with information that cannot be obtained by conventional means. As Max delves deeper into the mystery, he uncovers a disturbing truth: Victor Kane's death is merely the surface of a much larger conspiracy that threatens to topple the precarious balance of power within the city. His investigation reveals a sinister plot to control the memory market, orchestrated by figures that blur the line between friend and foe. Haunted by fragments of his own inaccessible past, Max must navigate through layers of betrayal and manipulation, confronting painful truths about himself and those he once trusted. The closer he gets to solving the murder, the more entangled he becomes in a struggle for power that will define the future of memory itself. With the city on the brink of chaos, Max is faced with a choice that will not only determine his own fate but also the fate of a society where memories can be rewritten at will. As alliances shift and secrets are unearthed, Max must decide whether to continue protecting a world that has forsaken him or forge a new path that could lead to redemption—or ruin.

Li Zi Yun was the eldest daughter of the Li family but her dad hated her. Her step sister or should she say half sister was always ready to take everything away from her. Her step mother was trying to make her life a living hell. But she was no longer the old Li Zi Yun who was yearning for love. Her boss was waiting for the moment when he could make her pay for what she took away from him. But she will endure it all. She had nothing to lose. She will not succumb to the situation. Li Zi Yun was now in a respectable position in one of the top companies. No one can take advantage of her any longer. She was going to play by her rules. P.S: I Don't own the book cover. English is not my mother tongue. So please forgive me if I make any mistakes. Also Check out my other book 'Back to 22'

Liang Weining rose to become a 'favorite' of Mr. Chen, the capital magnate of the Hong Kong Region, in just six months. The outside world said she climbed up by her beauty. No matter how good a vase might look, it can't escape being discarded once the owner grows tired of it. As such, everyone watched and waited. After three long years, they finally received news of Liang Weining's dismissal. While the entire upper circle thought Liang Weining had become history, nobody knew that on the eve of New Year's Eve, an entertainment reporter captured a romantic moment. In a black business car parked underneath the Zhonggang headquarters building, the backseat window was half-lowered, and Mr. Chen, who was always dignified and composed, unexpectedly lost control. In the mottled shadows, he grabbed the chin of a young girl and kissed her fiercely. The photos were exposed that same night, and a heavy snow fell over the Eastern Suburbs of Beijing. Inside the Mid-hill Villa, the fireplace blazed warmly. The man took the girl's soft, boneless hand from behind and guided her to write on the Xuan paper: Chen Jingyuan. "When will we go public?" he asked in a low voice. As soon as he'd finished speaking, the mobile phone screen lit up. The exclusive breaking news headline from the Hong Kong media flashed before their eyes again, and Liang Weining fretted over the news title, "Let's wait a bit longer." Chen Jingyuan's voice was slightly deep, "What are you worried about?" "My dad's blood pressure has been unstable lately." Years later, Mr. Chen gave an interview to the media, addressing personal issues. Reporter: "For you, what was the biggest obstacle in pursuing Mrs. Chen back then?" Mr. Chen paused for a few seconds, then smiled lightly, "My father-in-law's blood pressure." - High-ranking man X female secretary | 90% sweet | 8 years older.

In a world where silence is law and memory is forbidden, a masked boy returns from the dead with a forbidden Veilmark. Zephryn’s home was destroyed. His mother executed. The truth buried. Now, enrolled in the Harmonic Lyceum—a pulse-powered combat academy—he must gather his squad, unlock the truth behind the Fracture, and awaken what the world tried to forget. This is the flame that remembers. This is the child of Azurite.

"Just because I love you that doesn't mean I am weak and unable to get my revenge. I, Smrity Thakuri never lowered her head to anyone. I was always Queen and I will always be Queen no matter what." She declared her revenge to her beloved family, but who would have thought after avenging. She lost her own family, who would have thought after getting so much power and after clarifying everything she would be trapped another game. Where she payed cost was her family's life whom she treasured most. Will she able to get another revenge? Or she will trapped into another scheme? Here is love triangle, romance,revenge, hatred, scheme and mystery. Most important confusing story plot... I suggest you all to read it... *********************************** Dear reader, This is my first novel, I want all of your support and please give me rating and review. I will consider all your criticism as my appreciation because it will give me opportunity to improve myself. Smriti

Beginning In the quiet rhythm of high school life, where days blur between classes, laughter, and unspoken dreams, two souls begin to notice each other—not all at once, but in fragments. A glance that lingers a second too long. A seat that somehow always ends up nearby. A silence that feels… comfortable. What starts as coincidence slowly turns into something neither of them can explain. They are different in ways that matter—one guarded, carrying unspoken weight behind their eyes; the other warm, gentle, and quietly persistent. Where one hesitates, the other waits. Where one pulls away, the other stays. Between shared notes, passing smiles, and conversations that stretch a little longer each day, something fragile begins to grow. Not loud. Not obvious. But real. Yet high school is not just a place of beginnings—it is also a place of endings. Time moves quickly, expectations rise, and the fear of losing what hasn’t even been confessed begins to settle in. Because sometimes, the hardest thing isn’t falling in love. It’s finding the courage to say it… before it’s too late.