A struggling journalist rents a house that has been vacant for decades. Every night, the furniture moves, whispers echo through the halls, and shadows creep where there should be none. The deeper he investigates, the more he realizes the house is alive-and it wants something from him.
The town of Ravenshade lay nestled between dark, ancient forests, its streets lined with homes that seemed untouched by time. It was the kind of place where outsiders were noticed immediately, where secrets sat just beneath the surface, whispering to those who dared to listen.
Donald Albert wasn't here for sightseeing. He needed a place to stay, somewhere quiet where he could focus on writing his book-a collection of real-life haunted house stories.
He was also running.
After losing his job as a journalist, a mix of professional embarrassment and personal frustration pushed him toward this project. It was supposed to be a fresh start.
That was when he found the house.
Black Hollow Road, Number 46.
It was too cheap-almost laughably so for a house this size. A two-story Victorian-style home, complete with an attic and basement, sitting on an overgrown property with a rusting iron fence. The kind of place that looked like it had been forgotten.
Donald had seen too many horror movies to ignore the warning signs, but reality was never as dramatic. Houses were cheap for a reason-bad location, poor upkeep, or maybe just an old man looking to offload a property before he died.
He met Mr. Einstein, the landlord, at the house the next morning.
The old man was thin, pale, with a slight hunch in his posture. His dark suit looked a little too formal for a simple house viewing, and his hands trembled slightly as he unlocked the front door.
"You're sure you want this one?" Einstein asked, glancing at Donald with something between curiosity and concern.
"You're still renting it, aren't you?" Donald replied, shifting his bag on his shoulder.
"Yes," Einstein said. "But... it has a history."
Donald smirked. "That's kind of the point. I write about haunted places."
Einstein's lips tightened. "That so?"
"Yeah. Paranormal stories, urban legends. I figured this house might have a good story behind it."
Einsteins looked at him for a long moment, his eyes unreadable. Then, he handed Donald the key.
"If you hear noises at night," he said, voice low and deliberate, "do not investigate."
Donald raised an eyebrow.
"And never stay up past midnight."
A cold breeze drifted through the open doorway. Donald felt a shiver crawl up his spine.
Einstein gave a small, almost pitying smile before walking away.
Inside, the house was cleaner than expected but eerily lifeless. The furniture, though covered in dust, looked recently arranged, as if someone had been preparing for a guest.
The walls were a dull shade of gray, the floors old wood that creaked beneath his steps. There was a fireplace in the main living room, empty, but cold as if it had just been used.
The kitchen was functional but outdated, with a heavy, antique clock hanging on the wall. It wasn't ticking.
His bedroom upstairs was simple-a bed, a desk, a mirror mounted on the closet door. The mirror bothered him for no reason he could explain.
The worst part?
It was too quiet.
Even in an empty house, there was always some noise-wind against the windows, the hum of distant traffic. But here, in Black Hollow Road 46, the silence felt too thick, like a held breath.
It wasn't peaceful.
It was waiting.
---
First Night in the House
Donald unpacked, set up his laptop, and made himself at home.
At around 10:30 PM, he sat at his desk with a bottle of cheap whiskey, writing the introduction to his book.
"What makes a house haunted? Is it the memories of those who lived there, or something older, something deeper? We tell ourselves ghosts aren't real. But what if the house itself is alive?"
He exhaled. Too dramatic.
The air felt colder.
The antique clock in the kitchen-the one that wasn't ticking before-suddenly chimed once.
Donald glanced toward the doorway.
Then, from the hallway outside his room, came a sound.
A soft creak.
Like a footstep.
Donald froze, every instinct telling him that he wasn't alone.
The old landlord's words echoed in his mind.
"If you hear noises at night, do not investigate."
It was probably nothing-the house settling, an animal outside, maybe even the wind.
Still, he found himself slowly reaching for his phone, turning on the flashlight.
The hallway outside his room was empty.
But something felt off.
He walked toward the stairs and peered down. The living room below was dark, the fireplace a yawning black hole.
Then, just as he turned to go back-
A whisper.
Soft. Indistinct. Right behind him.
He spun around, heart hammering.
Nothing.
The hallway was empty.
Shaking his head, he let out a nervous laugh and went back into his room, locking the door behind him.
"Don't be paranoid, Donald."
But as he got into bed, he couldn't shake the feeling.
It felt like the house was watching him,
Morning After
Donald woke up groggy, his head heavy from last night's whiskey. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, and for a brief moment, the house felt normal.
Then, he noticed something.
His desk chair was moved-pulled out slightly.
And his notebook was open, though he was sure he had closed it.
Frowning, he went downstairs.
The front door was unlocked.
He distinctly remembered locking it the night before.
Donald stood still in the middle of the room, feeling his heartbeat in his throat.
Maybe he forgot. Maybe it was just his imagination.
Or maybe-
The house wasn't empty.
And then, from upstairs, he heard it.
A slow, deliberate creak.
Like a footstep.
Right outside his bedroom door.
Retired chess grandmaster Victor Langley, once considered the greatest strategist of his time, has lived in quiet isolation for over a decade after his sudden retirement. One evening, an invitation arrives-an elegant envelope with no return address, containing a single line: "Your final game awaits. Midnight. Blackwood Manor." Curious yet wary, Victor travels to the secluded estate, where he finds six other grandmasters, each legends in their own right, waiting at a long table. The host remains unseen, but a grand chessboard sits before them, each piece set in an unfinished game from their pasts-games they had lost or abandoned. As the night unfolds, it becomes clear that this is no ordinary chess match. One by one, players begin disappearing-and each move on the board seems to dictate their fate. The game is not just about winning; it's about survival. And Victor realizes that someone among them is not who they claim to be.
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!
A man like Travis Sinclair wants nothing more than a woman who matches his sexual prowess and is used to getting everything he wants. A cold-hearted billionaire ,he lives by one rule - no love, no commitment. Ayanna Davies isn't looking for a relationship. She's focused on her work and the financial security it brings. As a high end escort, her client is full of filthy rich men who are willing to pay handsomely for her services. But when Travis Sinclair becomes one of her clients, she begins twice about mixing work with pleasure. Not knowing that he is an old acquaintance whom she despises.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”