In a city where silence is sold,and every truth buried under rubble and ruin,one woman dares to lift the lens — and pull the trigger.

Alishba, a photographer with fire in her veins and secrets in her shadow, never meant to become the story herself. But when her brother vanishes without a trace and the whispers around her turn into warnings, she steps into a world where cameras aren’t weapons — they’re threats.

Reyan, a disavowed pilot with a past drenched in classified smoke, returns not as a savior, but as a storm. Bound by blood and betrayal, their paths don’t cross — they collide. And what begins as a rescue, soon unravels into a rebellion.

From the heat-slicked streets of Lahore to the cold embers of desert secrets,Midnight Emberis a tale of two broken souls who were never meant to be heroes — only firestarters.

Because when villains fall in love,the world doesn’t burn by accident.

It choosesto.

Echoes of Her Silencefollows the deadly game of secrets and shadows, where silence hides bullets and love might be the most dangerous enemy.

When elite agent Grayson Blackwood hunts the truth behind his best agent's mysterious death, all paths lead to Lena West — a broken girl scarred by betrayal. But Lena is not just a witness… she's the key to everything.

As her past resurfaces, a jealous cousin becomes a killer in disguise, and trust becomes a ticking bomb. With every chapter, the line between justice and revenge blurs.

In a world where loyalty is a weapon, will Grayson save her—or destroy her?

Roseline is a high school teenager who, after the death of her older sister, began to see life in a different (darker) way. But with the arrival of someone in her life, she discovers a dark truth — that not everything is what it seems, and that her prince is no prince at all.

Seven survivors face zombies in a broken world

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Hii this is Om here !!

And “ chalo tumhe ek kahani sunata hu "

I am a full time worker at a small grocery Store.I am living in a city which is nearby the place where I work.

After graduating, I tried to find so many jobs with expected salary but I couldn't find any.

Just like so many others, this is normal now.

But finally I got a job in a small grocery Store with the pay of 8,000 per month.

The store is located out of thecity about 6km distance.

But the part that i don't like is, between the city and Store there is a huge forest.

Mr. Sekhar a 32 year old man is the manager of that store.

Mr. Sekhar and I are the only persons who work in that store.

But I am the only one who have to face that scary forest.

The forest looks beautiful like an angel at day but when the night starts, you won't believe that this is the forest that you see in the morning.

I don't want to make scary memories so I finish my duty before the sunset and come home. Mr. Sekhar is like my elder brother so he allows me to leave.

But.....

One day when I was listening to music on headphones, my mother came and said something and left. I just heard that she was going somewhere. "son when you get ready to go for job, lock the door properly and take the keys.I have the duplicate ones."

I just heard this much and said "okay ma".

Then Mr. Sekhar called me.He said he faced a problem, that his gradfather's condition is getting serious so he has to stay in hospital with him.

In the call he said all about his problem but this is not only his problem but also mine.

Because if he doesn't come, I have to stay till 11.00 pm,because there is strict rule of our store that the store must be open until 11.00 pm.

What can I do now ?

Nothing...

I have no other options so I have to stay here for this night.

Okay I can do it.

Time passes and it's 5.30 pm now.

Store is getting crowded now but Dealing with customers is not a big problem for me.

Now it is 7.30 pm people's number is decreasing now.

Finally it is 10 pm now the Store is fully empty.

I am thinking to leave the store now but the rule stops me always.

Then a young lady came to the store. She is looks beautiful but why did she come here at this time,I thought.

That lady said," excuses me,can i call from your phone ? my phone is dead now."

I said "okay no problem" and I gave her my phone.She called someone and said "I am in the forest road come here."

Then that lady returned my phone and said thanks.

I said are you going to that forest road alone at this time? is it okay for you !?

"Don't worry about it. someone is coming" she said.

But why don't you call them here and you can leave with them ? i asked that lady.

They are coming from another road, so it take time. so I will wait for them in the forest road she said.

I said okay then and she started to leave and when I looked at the clock it is 10.45 pm.

I called her as she was just reaching to the door. I said ,"wait,my duty will be over now. Just wait 15 minutes and i will drop you."

She said okay.

As I am preparing to leave I thought that it is better to go with a person as compared to go alone through that scary road.

I close the store and start my bike and we are gone.

She said her name was Sriya.

And we are going on that scary road with some conversations.

It helps to avoid the scariness of that road.

We were talking when suddenly a car came in front of us.

I stopped the bike and so did the car.

4 people came out of that car. They had a metal rod and hockey sticks. They told us to give them our wallet phone etc.

I gave them all but then one of those guys hit my head with his hockey stick and I fell from the bike and got unconscious. But I could hear the sound of a siren.

When I opened my eyes, i saw that I was in a hospital and the doctor advised me to take rest. He said it is all okay, nothing to worry.

I asked him what about sriya ? But doctor said he knew nothing about her. The police admitted you here.

I remember that I heard a siren. Then a police officer came to meet me. I asked the same question to him but his was same response as the doctor.

The police man said "Did you forgot? You called us and told your location and when we reached there,we saw that some guys were attacking you.

So we arrested all of them. we saw no girl there.Even the robbers said this. But they never told about any girl.

The police man also advised me that you have to take rest.

I was thinking about this when my family came to see me.

I told them about sriya and my mom says, may be this is just your imagination.

But how could I still remember her name .

Then my mom said because I told you about sriya. Remember,when you were going for your job, i told you that “ I am going to a funeral of a girl sriya who died yesterday on a road robbery."

Every story starts with a whisper—and for me, Whispers of Penamabegan with one quiet question:

“What if an island remembered everything… even the people who tried to forget it?”

I’ve always been fascinated by forgotten places, eerie legends, and that fine line between memory and myth. Penama, a beautiful and mysterious province in Vanuatu, caught my attention while reading about lesser-known islands in the South Pacific. Its real-world beauty, mixed with its untold stories, sparked my imagination.

That’s when the seed was planted:What if someone disappeared on such an island, and the island itself wasn’t done with them yet?

From that spark came the character of Ellie Harris, an investigative journalist chasing the truth behind a decades-old disappearance. What she uncovers isn’t just a missing person case—it’s a chilling reminder that some places don’t want to be understood.

What Is Whispers of PenamaAbout?

Set in the rain-soaked jungles and coastal villages of Penama, the story follows Ellie as she tries to uncover what happened to a group of missionaries who vanished in 1978. But as strange sounds haunt her nights and local warnings grow more urgent, Ellie realizes she may be part of the island’s story now—whether she wants to be or not.

Expect:

Slow-building suspense

Psychological mystery

Tropical gothic vibes

A story that leaves you wondering: What would you do if the place you were investigating… started investigating you?

This is my first published story—feedback is gold to me!

I’m open to thoughts on pacing, suspense, and what you loved

If I die -She die's

A silent horror that started in a dark village has progressed through the years, leaving its mark with tarot cards. Memo... He was once a soldier. A husband, a father. But after losing his family in the bloody gears of war, all that's left is a broken soul. This spirit was connected to cards, ancient symbols and forgotten teachings that spoke in whispers over time.

The Tarot Killer, who lost track of him, chose a card with each of his murders, turned each body into a message. In choosing his victims he applied the law, not of justice, but of an ancient order. He left behind not only fear, but a meaningful silence.

And then... She's here. Detective Rosaline Ashcroft broke this silence. But no prophecy had said that it could also be a card.

The tarot has been re-mixed. This time the last hand was to be played.And in some stories, the last page is not written. It is only felt.

Have you ever challenged death ?

Well I have.

His presence a cold embrace , deceitful comfort he provides . The adversary of mankind's strife , feeding us the lustrous illusion of Heaven on Earth .

We all know the two separate world's will never mingle . For one is the mirror  reflection of the darkness the other is often not accounted for.

Man are but the dirt beneath Gods feet , yet we try all to tower over one another .

I , however am not a man , I challenge the notion given to us , I dare to break the chains grounding me .

I will become a force so fierce that God won't have a reason to ignore me .

I will become the sword at the God's necks .

That is the role i have assigned myself .

You can bury the past. But it always digs its way back.

A corpse in a shed.

Strangled.

Clean.

Wrong.

The prints on the body belong to a man who died six years ago. The victim? A man who killed that very ghost.

Now, Hyderabad officer Arjun is chasing a case that twists through time, deception, and legacy. At the heart of it lies Vishal Reddy — beloved philanthropist  — whose death shattered lives… and whose empire refuses to stay buried.

His son, Rajesh, worshipped the man. He wanted revenge. Now he wants the truth. But someone else is already rewriting the story.

D’Souza, Arjun’s trusted partner, isn’t just hiding something — he’s building something. And the final piece is still in play.

Blood built the empire.

Truth will burn it down

This story has no meaning, it has no plot. It's just here to be experienced, and interpreted as you wish to.

Based on a dream I had a long time ago. This is dedicated to anyone who likes quiet, existential horror