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Devil’s Bedtime Stories An Anthology of One-Shot Horror Tales > “Not all stories are meant to be told at night. Some were never meant to be told at all…” Behind every nightmare lies a truth that someone tried to bury. In this collection of twisted horror one-shots, each volume opens the door to a different darkness— where hotel rooms rewrite your soul, shadows remember your name, and monsters don’t hide under your bed... they tuck you in. From cursed lakes and haunted towns to devils disguised as bedtime storytellers, every tale in this anthology is a slow, inescapable descent into madness, dread, and the chilling possibility that you were never alone to begin with. Once you open this book, you're already part of the story. And the Devil never forgets his readers. This is not a book for sleep. This is a book for those who want to know what's waiting in the dark... For those who are ready to stop pretending the whisper under their bed was the wind. For those who understand: > Once you start reading… you can’t unread what follows. --- SERIES FORMAT: Each Volume = One Complete Horror Story Every Release = A New Devil’s Bedtime Tale No Endings Are Safe. No Truth Is Entirely Buried. Every Story Is a Doorway You Choose to Open. --- > “Once you read it, it knows you. Once you dream it, it never leaves.”

This is the story of an orphan who was adopted by a rich family after a series of trials and heartbreaking events.

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A collection of short horror stories.

Adult Bedtime Stories consists of various short stories which are children like bedtime stories but for adults with contents like drugs, sex, murder with the help of animals as the characters.

I suppose I've blocked everything else to protect myself because that's all I can recall. After that one rainy day, I never had a nice day. a collection of poetry, short stories, etc.

A book of all your favorite bedtime stories with a twist

"So, what do you want to do?" Audrey's voice was gentle yet probing, seeking a glimpse into the depths of my heart amidst the wreckage. "I want to forget it all," I replied, the words raw and desperate. "Forget our relationship, forget the lives I took." Fresh tears welled, blurring my vision. "Are you sure? Some memories are worth holding onto," she countered, her voice laced with worry, as if fearing I was making a choice I might regret. "Not when they hurt. Not when they're constant reminders of what could have been," I retorted, each word a painful admission. "I have a way," she said suddenly, a flicker of determination igniting her features. She headed upstairs, beckoning for me to follow. A small spark of curiosity flickered within me amidst my despair.

Mia life was very hardful and motivationfull life so plz read my story and hope u all like it ✨

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!