cox 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

Grey stood by his office window, overlooking the city, a sense of despair washing over him. "I can't believe it. Maybe I'm not meant to be loved," he muttered to himself. He recalled the words, "Grey, I'll be back for you," uttered just days after his divorce from his treacherous wife, Christina. The betrayal had shattered his heart, turning his once passionate love life into a cold, calculated pursuit of success. He had sworn to never fall in love again, his heart hardening with each passing day. All he had ever wanted was a genuine, committed relationship, but Christina's ruthless attempt to seize his wealth had crushed that dream. A year later, he had achieved his success, becoming a renowned businessman, but his heart remained broken. Just when he thought all hope was lost, a new woman entered his life. Carmen, the new secretary at Grey Telecommunications Inc., brought a ray of light into his darkened world. Drawn to her warmth and kindness, Grey found himself falling deeper and deeper in love. Their love deepened, culminating in a Valentine's Day proposal in Paris, which Carmen accepted. They returned to Los Angeles, planning to announce their engagement a few weeks later. Grey returned to his business, only to discover that $500 million had been stolen from his bank account. His fiancée had also vanished. The pieces slowly fell into place. Grey realized he had been tricked again. Fueled by anger and betrayal, Grey hired a team of military-trained detectives to track Carmen thinking she was the exact cause of his financial loss. He vowed to destroy the innocent Carmen, who had nothing to do with his financial loss, Grey left everything behind, his heart consumed by a burning desire for revenge. This was no longer just a love story; it had become a dangerous pursuit of justice. _____________________ Ps I own all characters in this novel and all scenes are all my own

*In a fractured multiverse teetering on the brink of collapse, the crew of the *Vanta Skimmer* are not heroes — they are survivors. Bound by loss, betrayal, and buried secrets, they drift between timelines and realities, scavenging relics from forgotten empires and dodging the wrath of cosmic predators. But when they stumble upon an ancient metaphysical artifact — a piece of the Loom, the very structure that weaves existence — everything changes. Now pursued by godlike beings known as the Harbingers and haunted by echoes of broken timelines, the crew must confront a terrifying question: what happens when mortals gain the power to rewrite destiny itself? As timelines collapse and realities bleed together, alliances will shatter, identities will unravel, and the fabric of space-time may never be the same again. Amidst all this chaos, a singular thread of hope emerges — but following it could cost them everything. **The Vanta Skimmer** is a genre-bending sci-fi epic, weaving emotional depth with cosmic scale, and exploring the cost of power, memory, and the courage to start anew. ---

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?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.