Psychological Thriller

Nathan Hendrix and his three busters; Harry, Sindra and Orcus. Four regular humans who's lives depended on art! These four were highly immersed into each art piece they made, giving it to most amusing and detailing stories no one could comprehend that the four of them made an artwork which they mysteriously appeared into after Nathan's hidden several attempts to find his long lost lover Amanda who disappeared leaving no trace. Nathan has a choice. To stake his three friends; leaving them in the Kingdom of Arthora to be executed in the hands of Arthora's worst enemies The Werewolves and coming back with his heartbeat Amanda, or saying goodbye to her forever, rescuing his friends from a world that never existed! What choice would Nathan make?

Caster Valley, Kansas, is a small peaceful town where nothing stays a secret for long. Where no paranormal phenomena ever happen. And it's the last place any murders ever happen. At least, that's what some of the townsfolk thought. Weston Brooks doesn't know what to believe. On his eighteenth birthday, strange unbelievable things begin to happen. Not only is his family in shambles, but the magic powers he was born with are out of control which divides them even more so after an accidental mishap that leads him to run away only for him to wind up at his best friend's house, who he has a crush on. Unfortunately, the bad luck he constantly has is only getting worse because his best friend's mother places a curse on them to never interact romantically without disastrous consequences happening. Now, with his misfortunes, he also begins to see a strange ghostly truck. At first, he ignores it. But then one day, he gets the courage to follow it. But that might have been his biggest mistake... Or maybe it was his fate. Being led to the bridge where he finds a black truck, the same black truck he's been seeing is at the bottom of the cliff by the bridge, and inside is the dead body of Barry Bloomsdale--a person everyone in town knows. Now, he gets thrown into a deep mystery and must solve the case with the help of the police chief's son and his cousin as well as a mysterious black cat that insists she's there to protect him. As they investigate, what they learn just might frighten Weston.

Friends together have to face the world end, at the same time fight to survive the cruel condition of the world they find themselves, they will be lost, they will be victory but most importantly.....CHAOS.

As he handed everyone their room key , he smiled as he gave the last one out . All 39 rooms were filled up. After dinner , he rang a bell to summon everyone to the dinning table. "What's going on ? Haven't went had dinner already?" Room number 13 asked What they didnt know was that this dinner was for him not for them . "I'm sorry to announce this but i'll have you know that as you walked in here of your own accord "Arnold's eye turned bloodshot red "There's no going out " *** Forced to take his own life, the raving ghost of a man filled with revenge takes over the body of a young man called Arnold. It builds a hotel which he named after his first love because it needed blood to keep it around much longer until it's able to take it's revenge. Would his plan be successful or would this vengeance-filled ghost be exorcised before it even has it's chance?. Find out in this blood-thrilling horror story.

If he can exude that much power, he is the only one fit for the journey. A man like a diety himself, sky blue eyes a man cannot behold. A perfect body soul and spirit. join Dave on a journey to oblivion. The first few chapters might be cringe but trust me, it gets better. 😉🤗

"We'd like you to come with us to the station immediately," Vanessa's heart began to beat faster, "I don't understand," she said, "What for?" "Mrs Spencer, you're wanted as a prime suspect in the murder of your husband, Mr Christopher Wesley. You need to come with us to the station for questioning. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do or say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. I suggest you don't try to resist. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?" Vanessa's jaw dropped. Christopher was dead! It was impossible to believe. She'd just spoken to him that afternoon. It had to be a mistake. She nodded, "I…. I…. I need to call my lawyer," she said, when she finally found her tongue," "Ma'am, you can do that at the station. Turn around, please," —----------- Politician and governorship candidate, Christopher Wesley is dead; shot in the head right in his own house. The killer is unknown, but the police have a suspect —his estranged wife, Vanessa Spencer Detective Alaric Harper and his partner are placed in charge of this case and at first Alaric is certain that Vanessa had killed her husband. Her motive? He's not sure of. When Vanessa begins to get calls from an unknown person wanting money he claims Christopher had stolen, Alaric has no choice but to accept that their killer is yet to be found. He is determined to get to the bottom of this case and he's sure that he will, but one thing he never expected — falling for Vanessa.

Calvin's life is changed one horrible night when he loses both his parents to murder at their home. His parents murders are still out in the world and they are looking for him to get what they wanted from his father but failed to achieve, which they plan to get through him. Calvin promises to get revenge on his parents death and the people responsible, he doesn't know that a life of crime, violence, betrayal and heart ache await for him on the other side. Would he achieve his revenge?

John, a young and ambitious journalist, is on the hunt for a groundbreaking story that will get him noticed by the big publications. He discovers a small town that has been plagued by reports of disappearances and strange occurrences. The townsfolk seem to be hiding something, and John smells a story. As he digs deeper, John uncovers a dark secret: the town is home to a cult that worships an ancient and powerful deity. The cult leaders have been sacrificing townspeople to appease this deity and maintain their power. John becomes suspicious and starts to investigate, staking out the town and even sneaking into the cult's secret ceremonies. But his snooping quickly earns him the wrong kind of attention, and now he finds himself being hunted by the very people he's been investigating. As the cult's power grows, John becomes more and more desperate to uncover the truth and put an end to their atrocities. But the more he learns, the more convinced he becomes that he's in over his head. He's trapped in a town filled with deranged cultists who will stop at nothing to maintain their power, and he's running out of time. In the end, John must face the dark deity that the cult worships and make a sacrifice of his own if he hopes to survive. evil.

John will once again act under circumstances he thought would never repeat. Rescuing his daughter from men who intend to sell her will demand that he brings forth his best skills as a spy and resorts to unorthodox methods to reach her. As he involves his loved ones in this ruthless quest, many loose ends from John's past will be revealed, making him pay for everything he has done. Precision and composure will be required to reach John's daughter. And that is precisely what defines him.

The line between fantasy and reality has been thin throughout the ages. In his lifetime, he had enough suffering. As the dark era had covered the whole continent in blood and chaos, there he stood. Wishing to be reborn. "With this sacrifice, I call thy name." Yet, when the millennia had passed and the new era folded its curtain, bringing a new-found hope and dreams as the fantasy faded within everyone's mind, there he was. Surviving as a creature that lives within the age where everything seems foreign to him. Until one day, he met a girl. And the new chapter of his life is opened.This is the story of the monster of the night who meets an ordinary girl. However, perhaps things might not be so ordinary after all.