Psycho-thriller Stories

The whole world knows him as @LovenderBoy... the gentle baker, lavender farmer, and perfect husband. Only his wife will discover the horrifying truth hidden behind the smile millions trust.

Y/N Goldberg was forced to move away from New York thanks to his adoptive brother from another mother, Joe Goldberg, who once saved his life. However, once they're at Los Angeles, he finds out that he's got a lot more in common with his older self than he thinks.

Everyone in the mansion loved Vaidhai. Too much. They held her hand gently. Spoke to her carefully. Looked at her with relief in their eyes-like they had already lost her once. But Vaidhai doesn't understand why. Because the girl they miss so desperately... might not be her. Haunted by missing memories and a past no one fully explains, she finds herself pulled toward the only person who never pretends everything is normal-Advik Singhani. Unreadable. Sharp-tongued. Protective in ways that feel almost possessive. He keeps pushing her away while standing between her and every danger at the same time. As if he knew he's danger but can't let go of her. As if she was someone worth protecting over his own life. The deeper Vaidhai falls into the mystery surrounding her identity, the more the mansion begins to feel like a beautiful prison filled with secrets, obsession, grief... and love twisted into something dangerous. Because some truths were buried for a reason. And some people were never supposed to come back.

Nanditha thought she had buried the past long ago. But when anonymous gifts, unsettling notes, and the feeling of being constantly watched begin disrupting her carefully built life, the last person she expects to meet is Nolan - a cold tech company owner who sees through her far too easily. At the same time, someone from her past slowly starts finding their way back into her life after ten years of silence. Now trapped between old memories, dangerous attraction, and a stalker who seems to know her too well, Nanditha realizes some stories never truly end. Especially the ones tied to: 10 March 2015. ~ read the story to know more 🌟 · · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ #1 in reluctant (28/6/26) #1 in unresolved past (26/6/26) #1 in echoes of us (22/6/26) #1 in dislike to lovers (01/8/26)

He had married into something that looked like love. It took time to understand it was possession-quiet, suffocating, inescapable. What began as tenderness turned into control, and control into something far more cruel. So he ran. He rebuilt himself from nothing, convinced the past was finally behind him. Until he was seen again. Park Jimin wasn't gentle. He wasn't safe. But he wasn't the man Taehyung had escaped. And sometimes, that was enough to feel like salvation. So it's my first FF and als' English is not my first language so ignore the mistakes ok so enjoy yourself

The story starts with a girl named lily. She is a serial killer reported over 25 murders. The case is still unsolved and no evidence has found about a certain person

What happens when Sana, a young nupe/fulani girl is forced to marry someone she had no love interest over? Read to find out!

Echoes of Nothing Nicolas Parker was once a carefree boy with a loving family, good friends, and a life he never thought would change. Then he met Marinette. She wasn't supposed to become important to him, yet somehow she became his comfort, his closest friend, and the best part of his life. But one misunderstanding made Nicolas walk away from the person who mattered most. ❤️ Weeks later, one phone call changes everything. Now, years later, Nicolas has built a new life in a new city-but some memories refuse to stay buried. Because losing someone is one thing. Living with what you should have said is another. 🖤

She painted a stranger.She never expected him to paint himself into her life. Charlotte vireaux has always believed that every brushstroke carries a piece of the artist's soul. As a gifted fine arts student, she paints emotions she can't explain and faces she swears she's never seen before. Until one painting changes everything. A pair of haunting eyes. A man wrapped in secrets. A name the city speaks only in whispers. Rhyven Blackwood. A man whose name commands respect in public... and fear in the shadows. When stolen paintings, cryptic symbols, and a string of brutal murders begin to intertwine, Charlotte realizes she isn't just chasing the truth.She's becoming part of it. Every answer leads to another secret. Every secret is painted in crimson. The closer Charlotte gets to Rhyven. the more she realizes that every brushstroke has been leading her to a truth soaked in blood. Someone is watching her. Someone is stealing her art.And someone is willing to kill to keep the past buried. But the most dangerous part of it all... ...isn't the secrets. It's the man she's beginning to crave. Because loving Rhyven Blackwood means standing beside a monster the world fears. And monsters don't fall in love. They consume🌚 In a world painted with lies, obsession is the deadliest masterpiece.

Staring at her face in the full length mirror with a blank face, looking at her features, she tilted her head then slowly lowered her gaze to check out her body. She stood there in a silk black long dress, which fit perfectly on her curvy body. Backless, deep cut in the front, a slit from the thigh, showing off her skin just a bit but enough to make a man go insane. The dress screamed dominance, though it was very simple yet elegant. She lets a slow smile form on her face, one that doesn't reach her eyes, and suddenly looks up. In a blink of an eye, she picked up the flower vase and threw it in the mirror with great force. She didn't flinched- didn't need to. She let out a shaky breathe with a small smirk and dark eyes. Looking down, she saw her, once favourite, flowers scattered all around the marble floor with the mirror glass pieces. She stepped forward, letting the flowers crushed beneath the long length of her heels. She bent down, very elegantly, but keeps on smiling while picking up the pieces of the broken mirror recklessly while humming softly and letting it cut through the hand, as if nothing really happened. Or rather, it doesn't matter. It's her. Vaishnavi Konda. Just a south Indian girl, who they broke even before she understands the word 'life' and a story of her building her own world, strong and independent with unwavering confidence. "Try me if you dare and I'll give you just 1 reason why not to, enough to make you lower your eyes whenever you see me pass by." "I don't try, I live it." "Fear? That's funny. I don't have that in my dictionary." "Crying is a waste of time. Feelings are just a show. And life? Is stupid."

What would you do if you woke up and your skin was missing? What if your father raised you to clean game while it was alive? What lengths would you go through to be buried next to your one true love? What would you do if you found out your boss is using dark magic and alchemy to make their food more addictive? In this tomb of fiction, the darker corners of the human phyce are explored. The tales may be tall and unyieldingly dark, but the horrors that are dreamt of are only too real. When you hear the voice of the Wyndigo screaming into the night, remember that even if you don't believe the myths, the tribes of humans who went mad with starvation were all too real. As long as the mind exists, there will be ways for it to break, but some logic only makes sense to the broken mind. So, I would like to be the first to welcome you to the broken recesses of my own mind. May you walk away with the lightest of scathing. If you don't need therapy, you will. If you do need therapy, you'll question your therapist.

Mine to Make She chose him when he was only a child. She thought she knew exactly what she was creating. Years later, everything she believed begins to unravel. Because sometimes, the person you think you know best... is the one hiding the most.

تۆ ئەتوانی بەردەوام وا نیشان بدەی کە ڕقت لێمە بەڵام تۆ ناتوانی من وێران بکەی شازادە تۆ بوکەڵەی منی، مافی بردنی چیرۆکەکە بەهیچ شێوەیەک بۆت نییە.

its a story about a girl who wants to fulfill all her dreams but she had to marry a guy who is rich,handsome and maybe perfect in front of world. but after her marraige she started noticing his changing behaviour or maybe he was always like that. its a story of love,respect,psychology,admiration,dreams, narcissism,women empowerment and revenge. Important: it also have some mini stories too with interesting plots😋😋😋 Tropes: Psycho x rebelious Narcisist behaviour of men women empowerment strong female lead one sided love Manipulative husband Authors note: This is my orignal story from a male perspective so please don't copy it and yeah😭 I own the entire rights of this story because this is my own point of view. The pictures use in story are from pinterest💫 Disclaimer: I have also publish a chatstory version of it on noveltoon😊

When Kora finds a red 1962 Dodge Dart parked in the alley behind the record shop that she's manned for the past decade she knows something strange is afoot. Things only get darker when she finds a woman crumpled and half-conscious in the back seat.

At first, he thought the man was simply looking over the river. Then he saw his shoes. One was resting on the narrow ledge outside the railing. Silas stopped. The man didn't turn around. "Hey." Nothing. Silas took another step. "Hey." The man's shoulders moved slightly. Silas shoved his hands into his coat pockets. He didn't want to scare him. "Beautiful night for a walk." The man laughed. It was a small, bitter sound. "You think?" "No."

Sam was supposed to meet Becka at seven. He never arrived. The next morning, his body is found near the town river - the same river tied to a series of mysterious student deaths everyone calls suicides. But Becka knows something feels wrong. And the deeper she looks into Sam's death, the more secrets begin rising to the surface.

© All rights reserved. Dorian was never given the life she wanted. Forced into a marriage with Lucas, she tried to build a happy life despite the pain she carried from her past. But when her so-called childhood friend returns, long-buried secrets begin to surface. The secrets that are capable of destroying everything she has built. As Dorian struggles to uncover the truth, she finds herself surrounded by people who all seem to have their own plans for her life. And somewhere between old memories, dangerous secrets, and unexpected connections, Dorian may find herself questioning who she can truly trust and who she might actually fall for.

Boy genius Leonard has one goal - to be popular. But in a school filled with malice and secrets, where everyone fights to survive the social hierarchy, his plan only elongates. Falsely accused of a crime he didn't commit, he is left at the bottom of the hierarchy. Would he be able to climb up, or would he be stepped over by the brutal reality that he's not actually a genius.

Six students. One dead teacher. Four hours. Detention at Blackwood Academy was supposed to be boring - until Mrs Vanderson is shot dead in front of them and a mysterious voice takes control of the room. Their phones are destroyed, the doors are locked, and the voice claims that one of them has something that belongs to him. But what is it? And why were these six chosen? As they search the classroom for answers, secrets begin to surface - hidden addictions, dead parents, family lies, forbidden feelings and a connection between them that none of them ever knew existed. With the clock ticking and someone watching their every move, they have four hours to uncover the truth... or they might not make it out of Blackwood Academy alive. WARNING - Contains mild violence and mild-severe cursing/swearing This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Six students sitting in a quiet class, Staring blankly at the hourglass. To them, this hour is just detention, Glad they narrowly escaped suspension. But in reality, something worse is on, As they sit idly, drawing polygons. Suddenly, a loud gun goes off, The voice on the intercom clears its cough. It says: "You have something that belongs to me, Do not even dare to flee. Do you want to end up like your teacher? Your beloved, dear school-teacher? She lies here bleeding and dead on the floor, And if you dare to step out of that door, Or choose to ignore what I say on this phone, You'll end up buried right under a gravestone."