My Neighbor's Disturbing Secret

Every night, the thin walls of my apartment fail to block out the unsettling sounds emanating from next door. It is a constant, rhythmic disturbance suggesting a room full of people, yet my neighbor is known to live entirely alone. As the sleepless nights turn into a haunting obsession, the mystery of these impossible sounds begins to unravel. This horror novel follows the terrifying investigation into a hidden reality that defies logic and threatens the sanity of anyone listening.

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My roommate shut the door when our eyes met.

A sense of dread overwhelmed me. He was just peeking at this point, sure, but what if he were to get more aggressive?

Frightened at the mere thought, I quickly returned to my room and ordered pepper spray online.

The delivery took a few days. I considered my situation, and then I locked my door with a hanger, following the guides I read online. That way, he would not be able to open the door from the outside.

I cowered under my sheets, secretly praying that he was a cowardly scoundrel.

The next few days went by peacefully. He was quiet at night. Neither did I ever catch him spying on me again.

I gradually let my guard down. Life seemed to return to normal.

On Saturday, I could finally sleep in, and it felt good. I thought about going to look for my best friend to go shopping and have a feast.

I opened the door and headed out, but it was then I froze when I saw what was happening on the balcony.

"What are you doing? That's… That's sick!"

He smirked lewdly, not at all embarrassed that I caught him in the act. "The only reason you're hanging it on the balcony is to seduce me, right?"

He looked me up and down and snickered ominously. "Congratulations, you've succeeded. Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

What sort of sick mongrel was he?!

I subconsciously took a step back and bit my lip. Facing his predatory stare, I turned and ran back to my room.

My heart was pounding hard. I was terrified.

No. I could not stay there any longer. I quickly changed my clothes and headed to my best friend's house.

When she heard my stories, she cursed and called him a pervert. However, since he did not do anything concrete, it was pointless calling the police.

I stayed with my best friend until Sunday afternoon when I had no choice but to head home. I had work on Monday and my clothes and work badge were all at home.

"Don't be afraid. If he still dares to harass you like that, tell me. I'll get my boyfriend to beat him up!"

With my best friend's consolation and the delivery of the pepper spray that just arrived, I was much more at ease.

He did not seem to be home when I returned.

While I was doing my laundry and putting it into the washing machine, I could not seem to find the stockings I wore on Friday. I could not locate them even after a round of searching.

Not knowing why, I found myself in front of my roommate's room. I reached out to open the door but realized it was locked.

I pulled back my hand, not knowing what to feel. Perhaps I misplaced those stockings somewhere.

…

I was fast asleep late at night when I heard my roommate returning home. This time, he was quiet in his room.

I fell asleep.

A long while later, I heard a loud thud. The sound of the water bottle falling to the floor woke me up instantly.

I groggily looked at the door to see it was ajar. I could roughly make out a dark figure standing by the door.

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9.7

A Stolen Heart: Goodbye Forever

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Horror Modern Mystery Romance

9.1

After Death, My Alpha Brother Finally Break

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8.1

Before Her Heart Was Taken

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After a decade of devotion, Tiffany meets a gruesome end as her soul witnesses her own heart being harvested for the woman who sold her into human trafficking. While her organs are rushed to Velmont City, her billionaire lover Hector remains indifferent to her disappearance, even wishing death upon her. As he celebrates the successful surgery of another woman, Tiffany is forced to face the chilling reality of his betrayal in this dark tale of mafia cruelty and lost love.

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9.2

Four Deaths Later, Who Is She?

9.2

Dante Costello, a powerful mafia Godfather, offers a custom signet ring to the fallen Monroe family, promising the title of lady to whoever it fits. After three horrific timelines where Blair, Chloe, and Catherine were executed for forcing the ring on, the protagonist finally wore it perfectly in the fourth life. However, Dante murdered her on their wedding night. Now reborn in a modern mystery story, she and her terrified relatives must face the ring's return and its bloody legacy.

Action Horror Mafia Modern Mystery Romance

9.6

Reborn To Reign: Choosing The Monster Over The Prince

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The bullet tore through my chest, ending my life as the perfect mafia princess. My fiancé, Connor Walls, watched me bleed out on the cold tile floor while he calmly cleaned his gun. Standing beside him was my cousin Jana, the girl I trusted with my life, looking at him with adoration as I took my last breath. I died realizing that the "Golden Prince" of the Chicago Outfit was actually a monster who had beaten me behind closed doors for years. And the man I had been terrified of—his brother Brannon, the "Butcher"—was the only one who had ever truly protected me. I died full of regret, hatred, and the metallic taste of blood. But then, I gasped, my body jolting upright on a blue gym mat. My skin was smooth. My heart was beating. Connor stood above me, young and arrogant, offering me a hand. I was twenty-one again. The beatings, the betrayal, the murder—none of it had happened yet. Connor smiled, thinking I was still the naive girl he planned to break and discard. He thought I would walk into the Rite of Choice tonight and obediently become his property. He was wrong. That night, under the crystal chandeliers, the Don asked me to pledge myself to the heir. The entire room held its breath, waiting for the rehearsed "I do." I looked at Connor, then turned my gaze to the terrifying shadow in the corner. "The debt requires a union with the Walls bloodline," I said, my voice steel. "It does not specify the heir." I pointed at the monster everyone feared. "I choose Brannon Walls."

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