thriller

the story is about teenage girls haunted by a demon by doing a mistake of a Ritual , the story is a mixture of thriller and horror.

the world is suffering from a parasite the likes of which has never been seen or recorded. people dismembering and turning into blood-red goo, creatures from old stories coming to life. two brave people were hired to exterminate these abnormalities

The Midnight Hollow "One Golden Ticket. One Ghost Train. No Way Out." At the stroke of midnight, a train arrives that isn't on the schedule. It doesn't stop for passengers; it collects them. Those who hold the Golden Ticket are promised a destination, but the path lies through the Hollow—a shifting nightmare where time behaves strangely and every carriage hides a dark secret. The whistle has blown. The doors are sealed. Will anyone reach the final stop, or is the Midnight Hollow their eternal grave? "Once you board, the only way off is to survive." By: PinkAuraTales

In the seemingly ordinary city of Arivon, five minutes of time mysteriously disappear every day at 3:17 PM — and no one remembers them. No clocks record it, no systems detect it, and life continues as if nothing ever happened. Only Aarav notices the missing time. As small disturbances begin to appear — repeated conversations, deleted alarms, and a cryptic message reading “Tomorrow Disabled” — he realizes that something is deliberately erasing moments from reality. While the entire city remains unaware, Aarav becomes the only witness to a hidden anomaly, forcing him to uncover who — or what — is controlling time before the city loses more than just minutes.

“Gözlərin—Your Touch crossed beyond my Flesh—even drawing the MaRRow.... from my Bones — left wounds that could UnDo me…” Existence becomes a crisis. When my own identity deceives me, when someone else’s presence steals the breath meant to be mine— that is when it becomes me… and him. Each nerve of my body move only by some inner command, humanity itself feels...as though it fades into nothing. My Everything becomes his. And I… dissolve. But.. The moment someone else enters his life… My selfhood, my belonging — all of it feels like a lie. "Sevgilim… you killed your deer—it trusted you enough to die in your hands." A LoVe StoRY with No HEART...

Dr. Mara Chen saved lives with her bare hands. She stitched wounds by candlelight, rationed medicine no one else could source, and became the beating heart of Refuge Sigma — the last organized shelter standing after the dead began to walk. It got her killed. Her husband and best friend, consumed by a jealousy she never saw coming, fabricated evidence that she was hoarding medicine and selling it to rival factions. The shelter voted to banish her. She was shoved through the gates at dusk, into a street thick with the dead, and no one came back for her. When Mara opens her eyes again, she is three months in the past, lying in her own bed, the world still normal, her husband sleeping beside her like he didn't just sentence her to death. She is also, impossibly, healed. And something inside her has shifted — something that hums when the dead are near, something that lets her touch a wound and watch it close, something that lets her hear a zombie's presence before it rounds the corner. The bites didn't just kill her. They rewired her. This time, Mara isn't building someone else's haven. She's building her own. And the betrayers who fed her to the dead have no idea that the woman they destroyed remembers everything. But there's one complication she cannot explain: a man named Zane Holloway — quiet, dangerous, and inexplicably devoted — keeps appearing at her side. She saved his life in her first timeline. He shouldn't know her yet. He shouldn't even be in this city. So why does he look at her like she's the only solid thing left in a world already beginning to crack?

Freedom's Price Smith Wesson has always lived under his family’s shadow. In one defiant moment, he signs a document he was strictly forbidden to touch — and for the first time, he feels truly free. But freedom has a price. Almost immediately, everything around him begins to change. Strange messages appear from nowhere. Trusted faces start to feel uncertain. Even the city he thought he knew seems to be watching him. As the powerful Wesson family tightens its invisible grip over Nairobi, Smith realises that every choice he makes may already be part of someone else’s game. One signature was supposed to set him free. Instead, it may have trapped him in a web he never saw coming. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Freedom's Price — a slow-burn psychological thriller about the dangerous illusion of control and the heavy cost of finally choosing for yourself.

Lili was never given a choice. Abandoned as an infant, she grew up within the walls of a foster home, watching as the world passed her by-unnoticed, unwanted. She had learned to survive in solitude, holding onto the fragile hope that one day, life would offer her something more. But as her eighteenth birthday approaches, that hope fades. Soon, she will have nowhere to turn, nowhere to call home. And just when all seems lost, salvation arrives in the form of a man-a wealthy benefactor who promises security, comfort, and the kind of life she never dared to dream of. It should have been her escape, her second chance. But the gilded cage she steps into holds secrets far darker than she could have imagined. As shadows close in around her, she is forced to confront the horrors that lurk beneath kindness and the unrelenting grip of despair. Faced with an impossible reality, Lili makes a desperate choice. But fate is cruel, and the path she takes leads her into the hands of a stranger-a man whose mind teeters between reason and madness. As their stories intertwine, the past resurfaces, twisting into something neither of them were prepared for. And in the end, some truths are far more terrifying than the darkness itself. A psychological thriller exploring the depths of trauma, survival, and the unexpected ties that bind, Shattered Innocence is a story of pain, reckoning, and the question of whether escape is ever truly possible.

​A blue note, a garland of withered Bakul flowers, and a sacred childhood promise—never to let go of each other's hands. ​Ariyan and Tuli’s innocent love began on the dusty paths of a quiet village. But will that love vanish amidst the mechanical chaos of the city? When destiny brings them face-to-face ten years later, they have become complete strangers to one another. ​Hidden behind the walls of wealth, suppressed grievances, and unspoken pain, lies their true identity. Will Ariyan be able to keep his old promise? Or will the words written on the blue note remain blurred forever in the cycle of time?

"In a game where every move is calculated, the most dangerous player is the one who doesn't know they're playing." At thirty-three, Han Bo-young is the prodigy of the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency. A dual graduate of American law and medical schools, she possesses a mind that operates like a supercomputer, dissassembling crime scenes with a clinical coldness that unnerves her peers. But Bo-young is haunted, not by the dead, but by a past and present she's unable to escape from. The city is paralyzed when a series of "impossible" murders begins. The victims are high-profile figures: senators, doctors, and icons, found murdered in very artistic ways. At every scene, a signature is left behind: a single, black obsidian chess piece. The media calls him The Grandmaster, a killer who treats the city as a board and human lives as pawns. As Bo-young leads the hunt, she finds herself trapped in a psychological cage. The killer seems to be omniscient, always aware and prepared for every situation. The pieces are moving. The clock is ticking. And in this game, checkmate means the end of a soul.

Eli’s Hale has always been careful, not just because of his constant bugging anxiety. But because that’s just how his life has always been. His mother Lydia raised him quietly, moving cities more often than normal families would. The father he never met died shortly before he was born, and the rest of his family estranged. Eli learned just not to ask too many questions. Then his mother disappears. The official answers never made any sense, and neither do the events following either. Eli survives something he shouldn’t have. He begins to see things nobody else would even react to. The world feels thinner, like there’s something right beneath it. The world of Binary Reflections runs on opposites. Every force has something pushing back against it, pressure and release, known and unknown, presence and absence. Most people never think about that tension. A few are born bound to it. Those people carry Binaries, opposing forces that shape how reality behaves around them. Power doesn’t come from spells or elements. It comes from alignment. The closer someone lives to their Binary, the stronger it becomes. Advancement isn’t about talent; it’s about survival. And the higher someone rises, the more the power starts changing them in return. Governments know. Institutions manage it. History has been quietly rewritten because of it. Most of the world doesn’t realize it’s balanced on something unstable. Eli doesn’t know any of that yet. He only knows that something is wrong, and that the people who suddenly take an interest in him aren’t offering help for free. The academy that brings him in calls itself selective. Structured. Necessary. It promises answers, discipline, a future. What it really offers is exposure — to others like him, to the edges of something older than the city he grew up in, and to a version of himself he doesn’t fully recognize. The more he learns, the harder it becomes to tell whether he’s uncovering the truth or stepping into something that was already waiting for him. Whatever he survived wasn’t random. And whatever he carries, it isn’t small.

A world steeped in magic, grimoires, and terror. Days were filled with fleeting joy, nights haunted by dread. In an era when people could shield themselves from horrifying creatures with grimoires, how could a young orphan boy have guessed just how strange, tangled, and painful his future would be? Yet fate did not wait for him to be ready. It wound its threads around this boy, called Unwanted by all. But how safe are the threads of fate...

*"Across the Omniverse, countless universes pulse with life, ambition, and chaos. Some flourish under order; others crumble under corruption. Yet one truth is universal: power follows those who can seize it.

Warning: Only read, if you have a real appetite for the dark. It’s been six years since Danny and Rain last saw each other. Six years since best friends blurred into almost lovers. Since childhood affection ignited into something reckless, consuming, impossible to name. Then after one glorious night, Danny disappeared. No explanation. No goodbye. Just absence and the wreckage he left behind. Rain rebuilt herself on distance and control, convincing herself the spark had finally burned out. She was wrong. Now Danny is back. Harder. Colder. Hotter. Carrying a past he refuses to explain and a violence that clings to him like a second skin. The boy she loved, the boy who cooked for her is gone , replaced by a man tangled in blood, secrets, and enemies who don’t stay buried. Rain doesn’t just cross paths with him again. She’s pulled into his world. A world of ritualistic killings, whispered threats and blood-curdling violence. Every step closer to Danny drags her further from the life she fought to build , and deeper into a fire she knows will change everything. Their connection reignites fast and furious, desire burning like wildfire. But love isn’t enough to save them from what’s coming. The spark between them was never extinguished. It was only buried. And now it’s about to set everything ablaze. Will the fire consume them both , or will they survive loving each other in a world built to tear them apart? Guaranteed HEA and toe-curling smut;) Excerpt: “ Do you not want me?" I whisper, the question trembling right against his lips. His jaw tightens. His eyes darken. "You don't understand how much I want you," his voice comes out raspy. "How much I want from you." My pulse stumbles. "Then what's stopping you?" I breathe, pushing my chest forward without thinking, nipples tightening under the cool air, awareness pulsing through me. "I'm a greedy man, Rain." He holds my gaze. There's heat there. But there's fear too , both in equal measure. "I will take everything out of you. Everything." His voice carries a dark unmistakable hunger. His hands slide lower, deliberate and possessive. His fingers squeeze my ass hard, then settle there, pulling me closer into the hard line of his hips. "Everything. Until the only thing that remains in you is me." The words land low inside me, hot, aching. My sex throbs in answer, needy, traitorous. "And I will let you," I tell him, voice steady, eyes locked on his. "Only if I get to do the same to you." Silence stretches. His breath skims my cheek. His fingers tightening and then gone. Something flickers across his face hunger, and something I can't begin to understand. And then he looks down in defeat, knowing that he cannot give me what I want. Something fragile cracks between us. Whatever this is looms between us, darkening every moment , a shadow neither of us will name, stretching and stretching until it's all I can feel Contains intense slow-burn heat, emotional angst, and consensual light BDSM. "I'm going to do something," he says, voice low, deliberate, "And I need you to trust me. Do you trust me, Rain?" My mind is drifting somewhere far away — hazy, floating — but my body knows the answer instinctively. Yes. Yes. Yes. I nod slowly. "Yes." "Good," he murmurs against my warm skin. He kisses both my knees one last time, then pushes them up, pinning them tightly against my chest, spreading me completely open for him. Like I'm offering myself to him. His hand slides down, rubbing my pussy in slow, deliberate circles, like he's learning every response and cataloging it . He looks at me — really looks — eyes dark, hungry, ruined. "I'm going to spank you right here," he says, still stroking, like he's soothing me into obedience. "Right where you're swollen for me." All I can do is shiver. "You're going to count," he continues, calm and merciless. "Five."

"Five hundred years ago, I ate the Gods. They tasted like ash." —The Murim Alliance thinks they rule the nine provinces. They think their Level 5 Sovereigns are the peak of existence. They are wrong. For half a millennium, Huang Qing slept beneath the Senti-mountains, a "Universal Devourer" who had deleted his own humanity to become a cosmic void. But the Alliance grew greedy. They woke the mountain. They broke the seal. And now, they are realizing that they didn't just find a hermit—they found the End of the World. No systems. No mercy. No escape. When Huang Qing moves, reality glitches. When he speaks, biology obeys. As he ascends toward Level 9—the Primordial Sin—he isn't just seeking revenge. He is coming to collect a debt that was written in the stars 500 years ago. The menu is set. The stars are bleeding. And Huang Qing is finally hungry.

Soccer X Harem by skillful_boss. Springs up from the variety of sexual pleasures we intrusively all want to experience but keep it hidden. the story narrates a fictional character who is an athlete and instead of abstaining from his fetish desires , it helped him become the man he dreamt of being. Hee-Chan a professional athlete after suffering a great injury from the pitch that threatened his career. He obtained a manual that gives him instructions to follow, of sexual kinks and fantasies that once completed he obtains new skills and enhancement that propelled him into becoming the greatest soccer player of all time, with an undeserving means only known to him.

In London, 1889, a year after Jack the Ripper’s reign of terror, a mysterious writer named Edgar Wilmore publishes memoirs on the “criminal mind.” But with each chapter he writes, a real-life murder unfolds exactly as described. The public applauds his genius, unaware that behind closed doors, he writes his true confessions in ink and blood. Investigative journalist Eliza Morgan discovers the truth too late, becoming the final chapter of his memoirs… And London is left to wonder: Has the story truly ended, or has a new killer begun his first chapter?

[ CHAPTER UPDATE AT: TUESDAY, THURSDAY, SATURDAY. ] 09:00 PM ( IST ) Look Behind is an urban psychological thriller about identity, control, and the quiet horror of living two lives at once. Paul is a student by day, an observer by necessity, and something far less ordinary by night. His life runs on repetition. School. Work. Surveillance. Every choice feels scripted, like something unseen is always standing just behind him. The story begins with a quiet alley incident. A transfer student is killed. Two people witness it. And somehow, Paul is there. What starts as a simple investigation fractures into something deeper. Paul wants answers—but the closer he gets, the less control he seems to have. Decisions are made around him. Paths are closed without explanation. And someone else keeps stepping in before he can. A GHOST, who leaves the scene like rituals. Appears and disappear with only leaving a meaning which shouldn't exist. As justice gives way to obsession, and normalcy becomes a liability, Paul is forced to confront a question he can no longer avoid: Is he chasing the truth… or being guided toward it? And the at the end only one question remains. Can you solve the first? Or story sloves you first?

"If something happens to me, it wasn't an accident." Sixteen years ago, those were the last words Amara Reyes heard from her father before he died at Vale Industries. Heart attack, they said. She was twelve and powerless to do anything about it. Now she's a journalist with nothing to lose, and someone really wants her to stop asking questions. Black roses. Threatening messages. Her photographer beaten. Her best friend gone. And the cold billionaire CEO whose company killed her father offering one choice: stop digging or face the consequences. Roman Vale doesn't make threats. He makes promises. But when blackmail forces them into a fake engagement, everything changes. She needs his resources, he needs her silence, and working together uncovers a truth that shatters everything: both their fathers were murdered sixteen years ago by the same killer. Fake engagement turns real. Enemies become allies. And the person who killed their fathers is watching, waiting, ready to make sure history repeats itself. Because some secrets are worth killing for. And some truths are worth dying for.

Sold by her father to their greatest enemy, Princess Seraphina Valewyn was never meant to survive Varkholme. She was meant to stall a war. What no one knew was that she wasn’t fragile. She was sealed. Beneath her skin sleeps Esterblood — an ancient elemental power strong enough to bind gods and break kingdoms. For years, her father suppressed it, using her as a political pawn while favoring the heir. Now she belongs to Darian Varkholme — the ruthless Lycan King who sacrificed his ability to have heirs in exchange for unstoppable power. He swore he would never love. He swore he would kill her father under the rare Blood Moon in two years. But when an assassin strikes and Seraphina’s power erupts, the impossible happens. The mate bond snaps. And it doesn’t just bind them — it fractures the seal beneath Varkholme’s fortress. Now an ancient entity is awakening. The council questions her loyalty. Her father demands betrayal. Her brother wants to claim what he believes is his. And Darian? He says he hates her. Yet he marked her. Under the Blood Moon, kingdoms will fall. And Seraphina will have to decide— Destroy the man she’s bound to… Or become the Queen no one sealed tightly enough.