Horror Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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My Second Shot at Life
My app, GatherGround, was a hit, and my launch party was buzzing. It was also my birthday, a night meant for celebration. Then, my best friend Jess and charming boyfriend Ethan gave me a "special" gift: a vintage instant camera. What followed was a nightmare. My mother died in a freak accident, my dad suffered a debilitating stroke, my company was cyber-attacked and destroyed, and Ethan coldly abandoned me. As I stared death in the face, a horrifying truth flashed before my eyes: the camera wasn' t a gift-it was draining everything from me, giving it to them, to Jess and Ethan, who flourished as I withered. But then, I gasped, the party music pounding again, and saw Jess walking towards me with that same cursed box, moments before it all began. I was back, and this time, armed with knowledge and burning rage, I would rewrite my fate./0/86141/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211219&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Sisterhood Becomes Betrayal
The dream always started the same way: my sister, Sarah, screaming my name, her face twisted in pure terror, pointing at a world where the dead walked. This time, the screaming wasn't a dream. It was real, coming from down the hall. "They're coming! I saw them!" Sarah shrieked, convinced her nightmares were prophecies. My parents rushed to her, cooing about a bad dream, but Sarah insisted it was real, clearer this time, a prophecy of rotting flesh and dead eyes. I lay in my bed, heart a slow drum, remembering my first life: the foolish concern, the attempts to reason that always ended with their blind siding of Sarah. My logic was met with her tears, my calm with her hysterics, and our parents, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, labeled me "insensitive," not understanding how "special" Sarah was. My efforts to save their retirement, to hide car keys from her "prepper" conventions, led to slaps and silent treatments, to accusations of sabotaging her "survival instincts." The family crumbled around her delusion, losing their house, savings, everything, and when the apocalypse never came, they blamed me for not believing, for not supporting their perfect, unified front of madness. They cast me out, and I died alone in a homeless shelter, not from a zombie, but from pneumonia. Now, I was 22 again, lying in my childhood bed, listening to the prelude of that same disaster, a second chance at a test I' d failed spectacularly. This time, I knew the answers. "It' s going to start with the birds!" Sarah yelled, predicting a mass blackbird death event, completely unaware I knew about the city' s planned fumigation. My parents leaned into her every word, their faces a mix of worry and excitement, while a bitter taste filled my mouth. I wouldn' t stop her. I wouldn' t save them. This time, I would watch them burn. And I would bring the gasoline./0/60799/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d45ccc0b7ba6f59e5595e47e9fceff4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Two-Faced Wife
Sure! Here’s the translation: "I am the gentle sweet wife in everyone's eyes. When my husband is abusive, I silently endure; when he cheats, I cry and forgive. Even when he says his boss likes married women and wants me to sleep with him, I reluctantly agree. He thinks I am weak and incapable, so he happily turns and leaves. After he goes, I wipe away the fake tears from my face and touch the back of my head. Covered by a thick mass of hair is another face, one that is almost taking shape— He still doesn’t know that another me inside is about to awaken."/0/43123/coverorgin.jpg?v=20240305103129&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Paige's Club.
No one can imagine the coldness and dread behind and after death. Most monsters arise after death...even though the dead was a nice person when alive. Paige Elmer's gory corpse is found inside her bar the next morning causing everyone's lips to drop in astonishment and despair. She was alive the previous night but now...dead?! Shortly a drastic mystical hunt begins. This bloodthirsty and life-claiming hunt is insatiable as no one knows the end of it./0/25760/coverorgin.jpg?v=20250124155646&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ghost in Africa
Elias awakens to find himself - and eight other thirteen year olds - trapped in a strange cursed house somewhere in West Africa. Jakob must uphold the century old tradition of the occult entrusted into his care and reawaken the entire nine members of his tribe to begin the 'dawn'. Each must find a way to survive in the six hours or lose all they hold dear./0/60804/coverorgin.jpg?v=323f046090a6e1d43161014881919fb9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fractured Bonds
Sure! Here’s the translation: "My parents killed the female lead's parents in a car accident and adopted her as their daughter. She is like the heroine of a novel, capturing everyone's attention the moment she appears. This includes my parents, my childhood crush, and my best friend. Meanwhile, I feel like a rat in a gutter, never seeing the light of day. The spacious room was forcibly given to the female lead, while I was left to live in a cramped storage room. My classmates bully me, calling me the daughter of a murderer. My parents scold me for lacking empathy. My childhood crush and best friend say I’m jealous and intentionally trying to embarrass her. Even though I did nothing wrong, I still have to bear the blame that doesn’t belong to me. As the new year begins, they gather as a family, while I, suffering from severe depression, step into the cold river water."/0/84426/coverorgin.jpg?v=91bf18a8f3c30cc918e109ecb4cb229a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Price of a Perfect Angel
The cold steel of a knife slid between my ribs, and the last thing I remember was the shock on my best friend Wendy' s face – not that I was dying, but that she needed the perfect angle for her livestream. She narrated my demise, blaming me for trying to sleep with a trucker, her voice sickly excited as notifications pinged with hateful comments like "Serves her right" and "Stupid slut." I died on the dirty floor of a truck cabin, my blood pooling around me, smeared as a whore, utterly betrayed by the person I trusted most. My last breath was a gasp of disbelief, wondering how I could have been so blind to her jealousy and malice. Then, I gasped again, only this time the air was clean, not thick with diesel and blood, and I was back in my law firm's breakroom, staring at a saccharine-smiling Wendy, who was about to propose the very trip that led to my murder./0/80516/coverorgin.jpg?v=14904849c1f6d7fb7de6c1ad5d689a32&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Mother-in-Law's Poisoned Embrace
My new beginning with Michael seemed perfect, especially with his doting mother, Susan, living right next door. She cooked me endless "special" meals and offered "optimal maternal wellness" vitamins, convinced I needed to be strong to start a family. But soon, a persistent fatigue set in. I started feeling weaker, not stronger. Then, I overheard Susan discussing a chilling "plan" where my growing paleness was a "good sign." The sweet meals became a source of dread, the vitamins a silent threat. Desperate, I faked a pregnancy to expose her, only for my husband Michael to confess a shocking secret orchestrated by his own mother: he was sterile. Susan, unfazed, then tried to make me drink a suspicious-looking "calming tea." Why was she systematically poisoning my body and sabotaging my future? What sinister motive lay beneath her doting facade? Was my husband merely a puppet in a game I didn’t understand? With my life and health on the line, I knew I had no choice but to uncover the full, horrifying truth, even if it meant tearing apart the family I thought I married into./0/24982/coverorgin.jpg?v=4f53ca8bc5361c6d20592148861e303e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
"Lost Soul"
Hannah was a troubled soul, her past horrors have molded her into a sad, melancholic girl. She has been through a lot of painful stuff that she decided to end her life. As she lay down a bathtub filled with her blood, she did not realize that her death was just the beginning of her journey. A series of mysterious occurrences take place after her death. It all starts with her step-brother Matthew's discovery of a letter from Hannah. Her vengeful spirit seems to live on to haunt those who have wronged her. Devon the love of her life, Cassidy her best friend who betrayed her, her mother Lucy who bore Hannah with her affair with Garret, and Brandon Johnson her dad who has kept a dark secret involving Hannah. One by one, page by page of each letter the truth unfolds and her hauntings may not be the real horror in this story. This is not just a horror story but a twisted love story that transcends life and death./0/42503/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230712185002&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Haunted Manor Unveiled
Dark clouds loomed over the old town of Ravenswood, casting an eerie shadow on the lonely and derelict manor that sat atop the hill. The locals whispered tales of a cursed estate, haunted by restless spirits from a forgotten past. Yet, despite the warnings and the chilling tales, the manor had been deserted for years, its secrets locked away behind its crumbling walls. One fateful day, a mysterious letter arrived at the doorstep of Elizabeth Reed, a young and ambitious investigative journalist. The letter, written on ancient parchment and sealed with wax, bore an emblem of a raven perched on a twisted tree branch—a symbol known to the locals as an omen of ill fortune. The message within was an invitation, beckoning Elizabeth to uncover the truth behind the haunted manor./0/82551/coverorgin.jpg?v=6adb1f68b21bbdfa0d6a049ee474c45f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Family, My Monsters: The Stanford Betrayal
I just won the dream scholarship: a full ride to Stanford. The National Innovators Scholarship. Everything I worked for, finally within reach. But instead of cheers, my family' s faces twisted into pure horror. "You think you' re better than us? Better than Sophie?" my mother hissed. My father's grip was like steel, my grandmother approached with a syringe. They drugged me, beat me, and screamed that the scholarship was for my twin sister, Sophie. I woke up freezing, abandoned in our remote, unheated mountain cabin, left to die. Then, I bolted upright in my bed, back on the very morning the nightmare began. My family, polished and serene, began to gaslight me, spinning tales of an "unwell" Sophie and my own deteriorating mental state. They destroyed my scholarship letter and prepared to send me away, or back to that cabin. Was I going crazy? Did I have a sister I couldn' t remember, one I' d supposedly harmed? The sheer betrayal and their twisted lies made me question my own reality. How could the people who raised me be such monsters? Just as doubt threatened to consume me, a desperate knock at the door broke through the fog. My friend Liam, seeing something was wrong, helped me piece together the truth: I wasn't crazy; I was being systematically poisoned and manipulated. Now, armed with newfound clarity and a burning rage, I' m ready to expose their sinister plan and reclaim my life./0/60807/coverorgin.jpg?v=e5f33318300e8c183038a8f4a3ef5873&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Ghosts In The House
I'm a horror novelist. Recently, the release of my new work made me quite a bit of money. However, I haven't written the ending for this story yet. To be honest, writing the ending of a horror story is really difficult. My new work is titled "The Building Ghost." Late at night, a reporter named Yolanda approached me and asked, "Xander, do you believe that building ghosts exist in this world?" I took a sip of my beer and fell into silence. "I do."/0/46260/coverorgin.jpg?v=2a5392930b4e4c88221a11eac3ebd0a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Behind you, Mate
"Behind you, Mate?!" Everything started when Darelia got transferred to a catholic school with supernatural creatures. Being known to be dumb from birth, no one knew her source, except that she grew up with her stepmother and stepsister. Bullied and tortured without any supernatural power, she became a tool in the hands of her sisters. Things took an eerie turn when she started hearing voices in her head, silent feathery footsteps behind her, seeing wet sloshy marks in her room, and shadowy figures in her dream. Her blind search for help threw her into the claws of a teacher, a supposed helper who'd transform into Darelia's exact replica at night. Darelia started seeing reflections of a particular man in the mirror, a reflection that vanishes before she looks back - her vampire mate. The mirror man, "Behind you, Mate!!" That voice, that same voice./0/73324/coverorgin.jpg?v=e07f203525618a6f8d7e40b58e3f2b5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The golden thread
In a bustling city where luxury and wealth dictate status, Mandy Elara, a gifted but struggling fashion designer, stumbles upon an ancient spool of golden thread at an antique shop. Unbeknownst to her, the thread is enchanted, said to grant its wielder the ability to create garments that reveal a person's true desires when worn./0/24829/coverorgin.jpg?v=20220114161018&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hyperventilated
3 students, Anne, Farah and Raja were best friends ever since years ago. They were on good terms ever since then but not until Anne encountered one mysterious student that look like Ariif, the man she hates the most. The mysterious student once mentioned her past that no one knows and she was shocked. Her life becomes a mess after meeting both of them. Unexplainable things keep occurring around her and involve her best friends as well. She tries to solve the puzzle regarding what had happened yet unexpected things always get in her way. Why do they keep appearing? She almost gave up./0/84432/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204639&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Poisoned Cupcakes, Poisoned Heart
My life as a librarian in a small Southern town was perfect, a sun-drenched dream. My new husband, Mark, was solid and dependable. And then, two pink lines: triplets. My heart swelled, a joy so big it almost hurt. But the whisper started, directly in my mind. "I hope Mommy Sarah likes the special cupcakes I made just for her." It was Chloe, Mark' s sweet-faced ten-year-old daughter. A cold dread, sharp and familiar, sliced through me. It wasn' t just a dream, it was a terrifying memory of a life I' d lived before, a future so certain it felt like the past. Chloe, innocent smile, offering poisoned cupcakes. Me, trusting, then fire, loss, and darkness. My unborn babies and I, gone. "Sarah, honey, look what Chloe made for you!" Mark boomed, holding a plate of bright cupcakes. I gasped, faking sudden morning sickness. Panicked, I offered them to Mark. Chloe' s innocent mask flickered; panic flashed in her eyes when I suggested Mark try one. She snatched the plate, claiming they were only for me. A cupcake fell, and our golden retriever, Buddy, gobbled the frosting. Minutes later, Buddy was violently retching, poisoned. The vet confirmed it: household cleaner. Chloe burst into tears, feigning an accident, but her projected thought was chilling: "Stupid dog. Almost ruined everything." Mark, heartbroken by Buddy' s illness, was blinded by her act. He looked at me, full of concern for Chloe. "It was just a terrible mistake, Sarah. She' s just a child." He didn' t know. He couldn't hear the venom, the calculation, the hidden hatred aimed at me and my unborn children. How could I make him see the truth when the enemy wore a child' s face and spoke only in my mind? A new, icy fear coiled around the warmth of my babies. This was just the beginning./0/87561/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106213218&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Beyond His Betrayal, A Mother Rises
I was overjoyed when I found out I was pregnant. I posted a simple, happy announcement on social media—a picture of tiny baby shoes, captioned "Our next chapter begins." The next day, my husband Kaeden accused me of doing it to deliberately hurt his "fragile" friend, Clemmie, who was infertile. He said I needed to be taught a lesson in cruelty. He strapped me to a table and, while Clemmie watched, ordered a man to electrocute me. I begged him to stop, to think of our child, but he refused. "Increase it," he commanded, even after being warned it could kill the fetus. He left me bleeding out on the cold metal. But the horror was just beginning. I was rushed to a hospital, not to be saved, but to be harvested. I heard the doctor's triumphant voice: "It's a perfect match." My husband was having me murdered to give my heart and kidneys to his mistress. My last sensation was the cold steel of a scalpel on my skin. My last thought was of my baby, who would never draw a breath. The monitor flatlined into a single, unending tone. Then, my eyes fluttered open. I was alive./0/68946/coverorgin.jpg?v=b474f78cd14487c66e2cca9ba3820470&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Twilight
"In the shadows of the twilight hour, 17-year-old Luna unleashes her true nature. As a descendant of an ancient line of werewolves, she must navigate the secrets and dangers of her world. But as the full moon rises, Luna's pack is threatened, and she must confront the darkness within herself to protect those she loves."/0/52209/coverorgin.jpg?v=d591765e631a680734f37da7eb3959ed&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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