rhyming bedtime story

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.

[Hidebound Older Man VS Two-Faced Heiress: Daddy-Type + Seductress + An Old House on Fire] Everyone in Aethelgard says, a man should marry a woman from the West Family. The eldest daughter of the West Family is gentle and virtuous, a sought-after prize in high society. On the eve of her engagement. Her fiancé cheated on her. Willow West, having played the good girl for so long, decides she's done pretending. Fueled by alcohol, she finds a handsome man. Just one wall away from the scumbag ex and his mistress. The next day, she wakes up to her world collapsing. She had slept with the circle's famous 'older man'—Aiden Pierce, her dear uncle's best friend. Her impression of Aiden Pierce wasn't very good. Years ago, when she was having her first romance, she had tried to sneak a kiss with her young boyfriend, only for Aiden Pierce to report her to her uncle before their lips could even meet. The Aiden Pierce of today is even more dull—celibate and restrained, with everyone from his secretary to his assistant being male, and zero romantic scandals to his name. He's nothing short of a hidebound traditionalist! Willow West wants to escape. Aiden Pierce's well-defined hand grips her chin. "Miss West, a man's virtue is still virtue. You must take responsibility for me." * Aiden Pierce, who had practiced self-restraint for thirty years, was captured by Willow West—a woman gentle and demure in public, yet passionate and daring in private. Everyone thought Willow West was a good girl. Only Aiden Pierce knew that behind closed doors, the young woman not only smoked and drank but was also a cool, badass biker. * The assistant has recently noticed a change in the workaholic President Pierce. Not only is he hitting the gym three times a week, but his style has also shifted from uniform high-end suits to a different streetwear brand for every day of the week. His once stern and unsmiling face now frequently breaks into a smile. Even his eternally unchanged screensaver has been replaced. It's now a picture of a sexy, wavy-haired beauty in a black biker suit, holding a cigarette and sitting on a motorcycle!