Horror Books for Women
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Where are you, Samantha?
When Samantha, a kind woman with an odd and mysterious past, disappeared; everyone thought she has been abducted and murdered. However, in the process of unravelling her past, Kathleen: Samantha's best friend, together with her friends, found out the truth behind her disappearance. Before the team could even articulate an effective plan on how to get her back, she peculiarly appeared before them—or did she?/0/81416/coverorgin.jpg?v=dad130b85cdc2313d329647c0af8c0a3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Four Years of Lies, One Life Rewound
I sacrificed everything for him. I moved from my privileged New England life to a forgotten Appalachian town, funding my fiancé Ethan Vance's dream of rebuilding his family's home. For four years, I poured my heart into Havenwood, oblivious to the darkness brewing. Then, with our baby growing inside me, I overheard his chilling plan: a dark ritual, the "Founders' Pact," to transfer another woman's grotesque sickness to me, securing his power through my sacrifice. At the town festival, he revealed his true monstrosity, kicking me until I miscarried, then forcing a vile, disease-ridden draught down my throat. My beauty faded, replaced by festering sores, and I was cast out, "The Witch," forced into isolation, realizing how every manipulation and every abuse-from servitude to branding-had been expertly designed. Lost and dying, my grandmother's locket, my last link to my old life, burned intensely in my hand. As Ethan celebrated his ultimate triumph, the locket sent me back: to my opulent engagement party, the pivotal day he vanished four years ago. Now, fully aware of his vile scheme and backed by my powerful family, I will meticulously dismantle his life, brick by agonizing brick./1/110827/coverorgin.jpg?v=abfb08fd67cfd1d815ea9d3984447720&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Curse of Bones
This is a terrifying memory I'd rather never speak of again. We were just high school students when the town accidentally unearthed a mass grave. That night, Keegan Wilkerson, the most popular senior, showed up at a party with a trophy: a finger bone he had stolen from the site. He passed the bone around. Everyone wanted to touch it, just to prove they had the guts. A day later, Keegan was bedridden with a raging fever, drifting in and out of consciousness. Then he started counting with his eyes closed. "One... two... three..." He counted endlessly. Soon, everyone who had touched that bone fell ill, in the exact same order. The doctors called it a rare infection. But my grandma said it was a curse, and that Wilkerson was already beyond saving./0/24944/coverorgin.jpg?v=33c2b52c7f98c9e95602f1221bf65378&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Spooky
A family moves into a new house; a house where two dastardly crimes have been commited in the past. Can they stand when the ghosts come calling? MEET THE CHARACTERS. 16 year old Mark wordsworth has strange dreams at night which happens to him in real life. He also has slight Amnesia(read the book to find out why). Jessie Wordsworth: older sister to mark wordsworth, loves history and loves adventure. She's in her last year at high school. Tyson Wordsworth: dad to mark and jess, an engineer and the coolest dad around. Janet Wordsworth: mom to Mark and jess, wife to tyson. She's an african-american woman, she's just your typical housewife. A peaceful family leaves minnesota for new jersey.. Can they stand when the ghosts come calling? Spooky -Moses tezzman/0/76725/coverorgin.jpg?v=66b37eb8b1c7502e6e58caeab2c07925&imageMogr2/format/webp)
WHISPERS OF THE OBSIDIAN MIRROR
When 17-year-old Kira Langley inherits her grandmother's crumbling Victorian mansion in the secluded town of Morrow's End, she discovers an ancient obsidian mirror hidden behind a false wall. The mirror doesn't reflect reality-it shows moments from the past... and sometimes, possible futures. As Kira becomes obsessed with the visions, she begins uncovering long-buried secrets about her family's dark legacy and the town's forgotten curse. But the more she looks, the more the mirror looks back-and what she sees might not be just visions, but warnings. Trapped between unraveling truth and losing her mind, Kira must decide what she's willing to sacrifice to break the mirror/0/85800/coverorgin.jpg?v=9f5cdba58a903ef873bae8e29ac8c8e2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Mother's Sin, A Son's Reckoning
The crystal glasses clinked in our opulent gallery, a melody of my mother Olivia's engagement party. I was her protégé, her son, her heir-everything I ever had, she gave me. But watching her laugh with David, his arm possessively around her waist, a familiar knot tightened in my chest: a suffocating need for her sole focus. In a desperate, childish search for comfort, I buried my face in her scarf in her private suite, only to hear her voice, "What are you doing?" Olivia' s face, a mask of disbelief, hardened into rage. "You were sniffing my things like some kind of pervert... I take you in, I give you a life, and this is how you repay me? With this… this obsession?" She advanced on me, eyes blazing. "You need to be cleansed. Go to The Gauntlet. You will stay there until you shed these perverse thoughts!" The Gauntlet. A brutal, secretive art collective for artists who had committed "grave sins" from which no one returned whole. A prison. The next morning, Olivia took a heavy metal ruler and brought it down hard across my knuckles, shattering my painting hand. One year later, a broken shell of the artist I once was, I returned to Olivia. David, her fiancé, reached out to pat my head, a casual, condescending gesture. My body flinched violently, anticipating a blow before I forced myself to submit. Olivia saw the flinch, the tremor. "Have you learned your lesson?" she asked, her voice cool and measured. My damaged tongue slurred, "Yes, I understand. I truly do." I thought my obedience would finally soothe her, but it only made her uneasy. She didn' t see my torture, only my alarming compliance. Then came the airplane ride, triggering flashbacks of being thrown from cliffs into churning water. Next, the mansion, my home, was empty of my beloved cat Mittens, rehomed due to David' s allergy. I could only nod numbly, fear overriding every other emotion. A can of soda, offered by Olivia, ignited memories of forced chugging until I choked and vomited. I gulped it down, the searing pain a familiar companion to my terror. Later, in my old room, Olivia's knocking became the signal for The Gauntlet's "clients," forcing me to prepare for violation. I fumbled frantically, unable to respond, and threw myself at her feet, begging, "Don't hit me! Don't hit me, I'll be quick!" She slapped me again and again until my face was red and swollen. I was pathetic, disgusting, tainted. She left me on the floor, the video of my begging playing on loop next to my father' s portrait. I couldn' t love her. I couldn' t even be near her. I raised my own hand and began to slap my face, a desperate plea for self-punishment. "Alex will never love Olivia again…" I passed out on the cold, hard floor. I just wanted to be free./0/83454/coverorgin.jpg?v=9d3beadcc4f9d383fab65091c437d938&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Unforgivable Sin
My life was perfect, filled with the laughter of my five-year-old twins, Noah and Mia. We were building a couch fort, our own little world. Then, her Tesla pulled into the driveway. Chloe, my estranged wife, brought not just herself, but Leo, her old high school flame, into our home. When my innocent children stood up to the stranger, Chloe' s temper flared. "You two need a timeout," she snapped, dragging them, whimpering, into the soundproof wine cellar. My gut screamed, but she slammed the heavy door, the lock clicking shut. I begged, I pleaded, pounding on the door, while from the living room, I heard Chloe's laughter with Leo. Then, seeing Leo's Instagram post – an ultrasound of their baby – shattered me. A new life, while mine were trapped. My desperate efforts to rescue Noah and Mia came too late. The cellar was silent. Too silent. I found them, blue-faced, unbreathing, an open bag of nuts nearby. Their severe peanut allergy. My world ended. And Chloe? She shrieked, accusing me of drama. At the hospital, after the doctor confirmed they were gone, she called, furious I' d ruined her evening. Later, she laughed in my face when I told her, believing it was a pathetic manipulation. My children, who loved her unconditionally, were dead because of her cruelty, and she didn't even care. How could a mother be so utterly devoid of humanity? The cremation was quiet, just me, their paternal uncle, and my father-in-law. But a few hours later, I walked into the house to the sounds of my wife having sex with Leo. She saw the urns in my hands and dismissed them as "junk." That was it. My love, my family, my life – all irrevocably destroyed by the woman I married. With Mia's drawing of "our family" clutched in my hand, I signed the divorce papers and began to disappear./0/34959/coverorgin.jpg?v=1ac1514742716dd13cf2367f1ad7099c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Hidden Darkness
With her peculiar undiscovered powers comes a dangerous curse, but how would she know? She only saw herself as a feeble Omega, who is just lonely. Got kicked out by her father, because she wasn't worth to be a werewolf, she was discomfited and loathed him to the core. Her mother demise was already a big blow to her, and she never thought her father was going to replace her mother. In her vulnerable moment, she gave in wholly to her darkness unwittingly, and let her darkness rule her. It was unknown, if she might be the destroyer of the world, or the saviour of the world ........./0/60615/coverorgin.jpg?v=20251031142133&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Price Of Wrong Deeds
People suddenly appeared on the street cutting and eating each other's flesh. In order to find out the truth, a group of reporters went deep into the White Mountain area based on the diary of the deceased. "They ate what they shouldn't have eaten, saw what they shouldn't have seen, and will pay the price for it."/0/34960/coverorgin.jpg?v=aab11eb22b41e75fa2be0fa8cc67aa4a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Black Eyed Susan
**~~~~ synopsis ~~~~** Her freedom was taken, her dignity was crushed, her heart was shattered, the courage to keep going was shaken. She lost her parents and lost the one person, who stood by her who showered her with nothing but love and care. What will become of her? Good or bad? Will she still be herself again? ~~~~~~~ "What do you think of flowers?" Her grandmother asked out of the blue. "Flowers?...... Flowers are flowers Mama Liya." She smiled smugly and shook her head. "Have you ever heard of Black Eyed Susan?" Her grandmother asked again. "No. "Why all these questions Mama Liya?" She raised her eye brows and stretched her neck. She wasn't in the mood to know about any flowers at all, not when they are more important things to face right now. "I guess you are dumb in some aspects hun." Mama Liya mocked. Jane just rolled her eyes. "Who in the world spent alot of times learning about flowers?" "People who are dumb like you." Her grandmother said sarcastically and laughed lightly. Mama Liya wanted to motivate Jane again, cause she thought her granddaughter's hope was fading due to the things happening. "Black Eyed Susan is a flower, a special strong flower to be precise. Am telling you this because, I want you to have the spirit of a Black Eyed Susan. It a flower that symbolizes courage, strong will, justice, truth, and strength. "It has the power to survive anywhere, despite if the weather conditions are harsh. "So, I want you to use this to guide your life. It okay to get hurt, but don't get hurt for the same thing again." She advised her precious granddaughter and kissed the crown of her head. Jane actually thought that, Mama Liya will utter a tedious talk but was cut surprise. She was confounded. " Really? I didn't know flowers also has important meaning in life. But........." She paused and sighed. "I don't know if I can be like that. I mean am weak and meek, so am definitely sure I can't survive in this harsh and cruel world." Jane was sure she won't survive in this harsh world, and she wasn't ready to face any more problems, so she was certain the theme of a Black eyed Susan won't go for her. ~~~~~~/0/48102/coverorgin.jpg?v=2d336b3aef36ac74414d9ce1addbe625&imageMogr2/format/webp)
C.E.N.T.U.R.Y: No escape
In a world where sinister forces reign, Jake Willson, a 19-year-old from London, finds himself entangled in a horrifying game orchestrated by the notorious C.E.N.T.U.R.Y organization. Little did he know that this wicked game would lead him to form an unlikely alliance with two friends, 18 year old Sarah West and 19 year old Mark Smith, both residents of New Orleans. Before their abduction, Jake, Sarah, and Mark were living ordinary lives, unaware of the darkness that awaited them. Suddenly, they wake up disoriented and frightened, confined to a mysterious room. A harrowing revelation soon hits them-they are just three amongst a total of 100 captives who are being subjected to a series of 100 deadly escape rooms, designed solely for the sadistic pleasure of C.E.N.T.U.R.Y. As the trio progresses from one treacherous room to another, they rely on their unique skills and resourcefulness to survive. Each room presents its own challenges and moral dilemmas, testing their friendship as they grapple with decisions that could mean life or death for themselves and their fellow captives. Amidst the turmoil, they stumble upon fragments of clues that hint at the organization's true motives, pushing them to unravel the darkest secrets of C.E.N.T.U.R.Y. They discover that sacrifices have been made in the past to satisfy the sadistic desires of their captors. The challenges escalate, and with each deadly encounter, the tension within the trio grows. Trust becomes a fragile thread as they face moments of suspense, overcome booby traps, and confront formidable enemies lurking within the rooms. Even more devastating, a traitor emerges from their ranks, intensifying their paranoia and desperation. Ultimately, the game reaches its climactic final room, where Jake and Sarah uncover a shocking truth-Mark, their trusted teammate, is the CEO of C.E.N.T.U.R.Y. In a gritty battle fueled by cunning tactics and unwavering determination, they outsmart their former ally, escape the final room, and expose the dark intentions of C.E.N.T.U.R.Y to the world. Though they celebrate their victory, the leader of C.E.N.T.U.R.Y manages to evade capture, leaving the trio determined to bring justice to the organization. Armed with the evidence they collected during their confrontation, Jake and Sarah set out to ensure that the horrors of C.E.N.T.U.R.Y are exposed and that no one else falls victim to its sadistic pleasure./0/19319/coverorgin.jpg?v=a40049a018a56f73ed120ec6da6f1499&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Submitting
"I never chose the life I had back then. Never asked for it But now all that I have, I have earned. Maybe not by the right means but they are mine all the same. " His rough hands caressed my tear stained cheeks with such gentleness that it could easily fool me. It almost did. I wanted to scoot away but the ropes tying my hands to the bedpost, tugged at my skin harshly. There was no escape. "But even if I get everything in the world, there will always be one thing missing." He didn't have to complete the sentence for me to know the answer. **** The darkness from her past had returned hand in hand with the taunting present. Rose was caged in the hands of the devil and he was not ready to let go anytime sooner. **** Sequel to the submission series. (Submit #2) Triggers and smut present. I do not own the background picture of this book's cover. Book cover made by me./0/81427/coverorgin.jpg?v=eaf6c1ee68e24e85ccdb51d99f2ba152&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Mother's Lost Decade
The oppressive silence of my home was a constant reminder of my twelve lost children. My husband, Michael, the man I loved, transformed into a monster, ripping each newborn from my arms with cold, absurd justifications. Every desperate plea for help I made-to family, friends, even strangers-was met with the same chilling betrayal. Michael merely showed them a mysterious photograph, and instantly, their sympathy vanished, replaced by a cruel consensus that I was the one who was mad, leaving me utterly abandoned in a ceaseless loop of pregnancy and loss. What dark secret did this single image hold that could turn every loving face against me, convincing them my babies' deaths were a delusion and not a horrifying reality? I was trapped, heartbroken, and consumed by the desperate need to understand why everyone believed his monstrous lies over my truth. Just as I plummeted into a final, desperate act to escape this unending torment, the 'nightmare' shattered, awakening me not to death, but to a shocking truth: my decade of anguish was a high-tech medical simulation, and the reality that awaited was stranger, and more hopeful, than anything I could have imagined./0/51393/coverorgin.jpg?v=83698606298fb87247bca9cb3497242c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Once Upon a Time-
The discovery of an invincible sword in the Mortal Realm brought about blood and carnage in its wake. Follow the tale of a group of young friends from a small town and their strange experiences… with the supernatural. So began the adventures of these young friends as they encountered the paranormal, the ghastly, and the indescribable, as they wended their ways to unravel mysteries and uncover secrets that would make your hair curl…/0/82837/coverorgin.jpg?v=915961a61fd60d1a2dd6dd7f57e09005&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When the Sky Bleeds Patches
The white light faded, leaving me in a Louisiana swamp, mud squelching under my boots. My head throbbed, a familiar echo of the screams and blood from the last game. The System' s voice, tinny and cold, declared my status: "Active. Choice: Continue or Perish." Another round, another nightmare. Our objective? Find "coverings" for Mother Hemlock, a decrepit phantom haunting a sprawling, dilapidated manor. A biker, Jax, tried to defy her. In an instant, she ripped his clothes right off him, leaving him exposed, screaming, before absorbing him and casting him from a high window to become a "patch" for her. Panic set in as we scrambled for scraps, but Mother Hemlock's demands escalated. Others offered the wrong things – metal, useless trinkets – and simply vanished, their screams replaced by the rustle of her growing, tattered robes. Our dwindling supplies meant our turn was coming, and we'd seen what happened when you had nothing left to give. What was this impossible "covering" she truly craved? Through an old telescope, I stared at the horrifying truth: the moon itself wasn' t real. It was a giant, grotesque quilt of stitched material, and her macabre collection was adding to the actual sky. But a haunting Creole lullaby whispered a cryptic clue: "patchwork moon... in the water deep." With resources gone and Mother Hemlock' s final collection imminent, I clung to that chilling song. The sky was high, yes, but what about its reflection? Racing against time, I plunged into the murky bayou, praying the distorted "moon" shimmering on the water's surface held the real answer, the last hope to escape this horrifying, stitched fate./0/24017/coverorgin.jpg?v=0800a8a5142da5963f77b8cef185cf28&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Survival
It all started with an attack at the luxurious Skybay High School. Now, a year later, the students are out camping in the middle of nowhere. Strange things occur, lives are in danger. With no access to the outside world, the teachers become uneasy. The students terrified. Jameela teams up with her friends in this epic thriller to find out who is behind it all. In the dense forest, overlooking the camp, is a dark cloak sneering at them. "They think they're having fun, right? I'm here, waiting for them to loosen their guard. Then I'll strike. And it will all be over. Tick, tock. Tick, tock."/0/18229/coverorgin.jpg?v=3149c00a0e805d49262bc5e1448a6edc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Submission
"Tell me you are mine" the cold, sharp, merciless blade tried to force me into submission. Into HIS submission. I am not a property that anyone can own. "I-I am yours". Green is supposed to be my favourite colour but as I look into his green merciless eyes I feel nothing but fear. "Good girl. Now, we don't want your dear ones hurt do we?" ******** Life is never easy and it won't ever be. It's harder when you have demons of your past and devils in your present to fight against. No one wants to loose but how long can you keep yourself stable? Only the strong and brave survives in the race.....is she strong and brave? Triggers and smuts are present. Unedited./0/85810/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106210811&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Woman I Saved Destroyed Me
One moment, I was crossing the street, holding my fiancée Olivia' s hand, laughing about our future. The next, a careening black sedan was aimed right at her. There was no time to think; I pushed her to safety, taking the hit myself. I woke up three years later, my face a ruin, my body a stranger to me. But the real horror began when I saw Olivia on TV-a celebrity, crying beautiful, convincing tears about her supposedly devoted fiancé, who she visited "every day." She even fooled me, lying there paralyzed in my hospital bed, while I dreamed of returning to her. After grueling surgeries and therapy, I went home to surprise her. Instead, I found her celebrating with my best friend, Mark, who confessed they' d let my frail mother "waste away" and seized all my assets. My mother, gone. My home, desecrated. The woman I saved, the friend I trusted, had systematically destroyed everything I loved, believing I was a "vegetable." My world shattered again, replaced by a burning desire for vengeance. I was no longer the man I used to be. I was a ghost, returned to reclaim what was mine and make them pay./0/83464/coverorgin.jpg?v=78231925339858d8fe2db764d383e945&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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