Grave No 4897

Modern

Everyone knew Kristine loved Colton. Still, his heart clung to a woman overseas-someone he spent most days with, now pregnant with his baby-and Kristine still asked him to marry her. On their registration day, however, he never came; his "true love" had flown back. Seven years of loyalty later, Kristine walked away, blocked him, and left his city. Colton didn't blink-until he saw her at the courthouse, arm-in-arm with another man, and the proud CEO went pale. He went after her, desperation overtaking him. "I'm sorry. Please give me another chance." She snapped, "Could you stop? I'm already married."

Horror

A State Employee, Robin Kirby, visits the State Fair in Harrington, Delaware and ends the night with Sister Stella, a fortune teller and seer. Stella tells her she must go to Denton, Maryland to find her past and her future. Robin refuses, but a series of events finds her there. The discovery of a d

Modern

A heavy rain washes away the buried male corpse in the cornfield. The murderer is quickly caught. Only I notice something's off— someone is missing. Ten years later, the people from the past reunite, and rotting oranges are hard to emit a fragrance. The regrets of ten years ago, this

Adventure

Dr Richard O'Neil's greed to become a multi- millionaire, sees him walk straight into the trap of fraud-sters by paying them to supply him oil pipeline pit he knows nothing about. The sample proves fake and no supply is forthcoming. The event that follows is just as strange as the fraud-sters turnin

Romance

The last thing I saw was my sister Chloe' s cold, satisfied smile as the wrench came down, followed by an explosion of pain and darkness. She whispered, "She knew too much. She was always in the way." Then, nothing. I was dead, brutally murdered by my own sister because I stumbled upon her insan

Literature

Cruel As The Grave by Mrs. Emma D. E. N. Southworth

Romance

My beloved Mike was dying. So when a mysterious "Program" offered a cure, I agreed to their impossible demand: marry arrogant billionaire Ethan Vanderbilt in a highly publicized ceremony. The clock was ticking. I endured public humiliations, the callous indifference of my forced fiancé, and the cru

Fantasy

My funeral was just weeks ago, but as a ghost, I, Elara, the Governor's wife, was forced to watch the wake from the corner of my own grand ballroom. My husband, Governor Marcus Thorne, a man whose entire career was built on my family's name and money, wasn't grieving; he was seething, convinced I h

Mafia

Elora Griffiths was on her way to drop her daughter off at school when her husband's enemies opened fire in the street. The bodyguard her husband had personally assigned to protect them abandoned the car the instant the shots rang out. Mother and daughter were hit multiple times, teetering on

Modern

My phone rang, a too-loud explosion from my brother Kevin, announcing we were rich and a tech giant was buying our block because our family home was "the centerpiece." My mother, Brenda, immediately piled on, her voice sharp with a lifetime of disappointment, reminding me how I was "wasting my life

Romance

I lived in a gilded cage, Liam Donovan's opulent penthouse, a testament to his success and my inescapable prison. My real life, a fierce purpose to find justice for my mother, burned deep within me, a silent ember waiting to ignite. But tonight, his return, and the sickly sweet voice of Sarah Chen,

Horror

Five years. That's how long I've been dead, my restless spirit clinging to the humid air of Bayou's Rest, a town now filled with an unsettling disquiet. My former love, Michael, now mayor and married to my sister Jessica, dismisses the eerie whispers as 'superstition,' but his fear is palpable. He h

Horror

The shovel struck the dirt above me. A dull, wet thud. It was my grave, and I was floating above it, watching. My ex-girlfriend, Ava, was there, livestreaming to thousands. "We're doing this for Liam," she announced, her voice tight with artificial conviction. Beside her, my former best friend,

Modern

Fifteen years. That' s how long my fiancé, Blake, and I spent building our empire from nothing. On the night he was supposed to propose, a single phone call shattered our perfect future. He publicly abandoned me for a young art student, Hayleigh, who then framed me for violent attacks and faked a p

Romance

I spent four years sacrificing everything for my fiancé, Mark, supporting him through college, only for him to return with Sarah, his childhood sweetheart, and announce their wedding. The day he came back, this new woman pushed her way into our home and into my bedroom, forcing me to give up my spa

Modern

I was tracing the gold paint on my own tombstone when a hand tapped me on the shoulder. It was Clayton. The same man who, five years ago, had left me bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't want to be late for my sister’s engagement party. "Die quietly, Ivy," he had said over the phone before h

Modern

The music throbbed at my sister Claire' s engagement party. Ethan Prescott, the man I was supposed to marry, stood beside her, glowing. I watched from the sidelines, a polite smile glued to my face, my family' s legendary Aegis Locket cool against my skin. Then Claire screamed. Stumbling into the b

Modern

I returned to Boston after three years, not for forgiveness, but to die. My family, who blamed me for my mother's death, had cast me out, replacing me with a quiet, grateful orphan named Gabriela. She stole my father's love, my brother's affection, and my childhood sweetheart, Corey. Now, terminal

Fantasy

Three years after my death, my music mogul husband, Andrew Scott, sued my estate. His claim? That the bone marrow I donated to his starlet lover, Molly Clarkson, was failing her, causing her leukemia to relapse. I' m a ghost, tied to him, forced to watch him rage. He held a press conference, sign

Romance

For seven years, I was secretly married to Ethan, country-rock' s newest sensation. My ballad, a song from my soul, was meant to be my breakthrough. Then my stepsister, Jessica, faked a rare, aggressive heart condition and stole my song. Ethan, my husband, bought her lie, pushing me to perform a da

Modern

When I was pregnant, my husband, Christian, abandoned me. Because he chose my sister, Annabelle. Five years after my tragic death, Annabelle fell critically ill and desperately needed a kidney. That was when they remembered me. He called, demanding that I drag myself back, but I was no longer cap