Thriller

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.

In the kingdom of Cistra, the knights were people selected from birth. Each born with a magical crest that signifies the natural element they can adapt to. They were normally born into noble families and traditionally run in the families blood. There were four crests for each of the four major elements and each person was born with one. The members of the royal family were specially born with two crests, consisting of an element and it's natural assistant element. In the third year of the reign of King Galliard, a famous soccerer rises from where he had been sealed for one thousand years and now poses a threat to the kingdom. At the same time, a peasant boy abnormally born with four of the magical crests reveals himself and is taken into special training by the royal family in order to defeat the evil sorcerer.

"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.

For over three years, my kid brother's early-morning playing sessions always woke me up as early as 5 AM. 26th February was different. I woke up very late. Matt was nowhere to be found, neither was his guitar.

When Victor Lazarus, the world's most powerful art broker, dies suddenly, the international art scene holds its breath. For decades, Lazarus built an empire not by owning the world's rarest masterpieces, but by exhibiting them—Monet, Van Gogh, Rembrandt, Da Vinci, Hokusai, and more. These works, entrusted to him by the world's wealthiest collectors, turned his gallery into their stage: where masterpieces drew crowds, prestige, and profit, until the moment the owners chose to sell. Now, with Lazarus gone, the curtain is rising on the greatest auction of the century. Twelve priceless works, each carrying centuries of history, are set to leave his gallery forever. For the elite, it is a chance to claim cultural immortality. For the press, it is a spectacle without equal. For one crew of six, it is something else entirely. They see more than paintings under glass. They see a once-in-a-lifetime fortune, one last performance of Lazarus's legacy, only rewritten in their favor. With few months to prepare, outthink security systems, staff rotations, and every eye that will be watching. Few months to pull off a heist that would shatter records and rewrite history. But art has a way of ensnaring those who covet it. In the chase for fortune, the question is not only whether the heist can succeed, but whether Lazarus's legacy will be honored, betrayed, or reborn in the shadows. The Lazarus Job is a razor-sharp thriller of art, ambition, power, and the dangerous game played where beauty and power collide.

Six friends solve a mystery that their spouses and girlfriends stumbled upon in the neighborhood they live and hang out in.

Underground is the Top Organization around the World. It has too many Sub-Organization under it and each has the means to rule the Underground World. La Carde Clan was the one who founded the Organization and they aimed for peace and prosperity for their people. They reigned the whole Organization, proudly standing being La Carde but that changed in one night. They were swept out, totally vanished into thin air when the sun rises. They were killed in one night. An arson. The news spread like a wildfire. No one survived. That's why the next in line after La Carde, Morozov Clan took over the throne and made a rule. No one should talk about the "Massacre of the La Carde Clan" if they want to see the light of the day. They considered it taboo. As how it should be.

"I see death... A lot of dead bodies where you are going," the voice of the soothsayer flow back into his mind. "The island I am posted to is peaceful. Did you mean there will be a natural disaster?" "No. It's your bad luck. I see death coming in the shape of a baby and swallowing everything and everyone else. Be careful and don't ever turn the page." "What are you talking about?" The old witch was silent after, and Zuma was shoved off by the next customer in line.

A murderer. A crazy woman. Is what they all call me. Apparently to me, I'm seeing the dead, which makes me crazy to everyone, but I know I'm not. Being stuck in a psychiatric hospital with a pending murder case at hand is not how I pictured this time of my life. I don't really get it. I am a lot of things that I'm not proud of, but certainly not a murderer. How on earth will I be able to vindicate myself if the dead is making me look like a murderer? How will I be able to vindicate myself when my past ways isn't even something to write home about, and all it can do is just spice up my case? How will I be able to save myself when I, and the dead was never in good terms, and I happen to be the cause of it all? What have I done to myself?

History says that humans encounter an eye of destiny whenever they are in the midst of dying. It's either a blessing or a curse, a destiny or a mistake. The eye is given to you, as a sign or reward that you just strive through death. An eye where you can see when a human's death awaits. But will you intervene in the things that are already arranged just to save someone? In exchange for your life? An eye who can see Fate, Fate that deities already planned. Is it a blessing or a curse? Fate.