Mystery Stories

Halloween 2019
This is the story. a tale of wronged boys, tricked by girls in mini skirts who drove away and sold the cars to a chop shop. All adults they were all punished, the boys who never got their hot rods backs were still angry. One of the girls now a nurse was having trouble with her conscious as she tried to move on. In a mansion on Halloween the boys get revenge as ghost who anally assault the girls in locked rooms where they could not have entered. The mystery is on to solve how they did it.

In the frozen wasteland surrounding Frosthaven, a desperate band of adventurers ventures into the treacherous Spectral Dungeon of Chill to retrieve the cursed Frost King’s Crown, a relic that could either save their town or doom it. As they struggle to survive, secrets unravel, loyalties are tested, and the true cost of the crown’s power becomes horrifyingly clear. The final battle against the Wraith King forces them to make a harrowing choice that will determine the fate of Frosthaven.

A story about first love, last goodbyes, and everything that still lingers in between. A new city, a new life but somehow, his ghost still follows me. Maybe this time, love won’t leave me behind.

A man’s hospital visit turns into an unexpected awakening of empathy and desire when he becomes captivated by the wounded leg of a stranger, blurring the line between compassion and obsession.

A flea market doll. A child’s innocent game. A mother’s nightmare. After a series of accidents eerily echo her daughter’s rough play with the doll, Seren struggles to protect the one person who matters most. But fate seems to strike from the quiet corners of everyday life, turning routine moments into life-altering disasters. Broken, terrified, and praying for stillness, Seren must confront the fear that some things, once set in motion, cannot be thrown away.

The rain wasn’t the first thing to touch her skin that night. And the storm wasn’t the only thing breaking in. Meera opened the door wearing more heat than clothes. Two strangers stood there—soaked, silent, and staring like they knew things she hadn’t confessed even to herself. One watched. The other wanted. And both stepped in like they belonged. What followed wasn’t loud. It was quiet. Intentional. Drenched in something darker than lust. A strap slipped. A gaze lingered. A breath caught. A