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- Article Excerpt (Intro): Halloween at the Velvet Library Inn is never ordinary. Between fog-choked hills and candlelit corridors, something ancient stirs—and only Mr. Fuzz, the inn’s sharp-eared guardian cat, dares to face it. But even after he paws down the darkness, he has one last mischief planned.
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- Article Excerpt (Intro): Shadow sat alone in the coffee shop, the caramel latte untouched before her. Midnight draped the streets outside in fog, and the hum of the neon sign barely cut through the silence. She had been waiting for Jaq for two hours—long enough for patience to curdle into hunger, both for bourbon and answers. Her eyes flicked to the empty street again. Nothing. No Cadillac, no sign of him. Only the soft glow of SQL code hovering around her table, lines of logic bending in the air like whispered instructions from some unseen programmer. Something was wrong, and Shadow’s instincts told her it wasn’t just the coffee getting cold.
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All through the haunted house, nothing stirred—not even a mouse. The chandeliers swayed gently in the chill draft, and cobwebs whispered secrets to the corners of the empty halls. Every creaking floorboard seemed to hold its breath.
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The Cabin Within Reach – A Short Story by Stacey Carroll
The Cabin Within Reach – A Short Story by Stacey Carroll
It started with a Craigslist ad.
“Free cabin for the right soul. Woods, water, peace. Bike to groceries. No rent, just stories. Must arrive by dusk. No calls.”
Most people would have scrolled right past it, chalked it up to spam, a scam, or some TikTok prank for urban escapists. But Ava hadn’t slept in four nights, not since the crew next door began a remodel that seemed to involve slamming concrete blocks into steel dumpsters every morning at 6:04 a.m. sharp.
She clicked.
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VAMPIRE EROTIC THRILLER
CHAPTER 1
Jaq opened his eyes to a man holding a stake to his heart. Grabbing the shaft, he shoved it away from his body, thankful that vampires no longer slept in coffins. If he had been sleeping in a coffin, the stake would have bounded off the hardwood sides and into his body.
Jaq sprung from the bed before his assailant could recover. A sound from behind told Jaq there was someone else in the room. He turned and grabbed the woman’s arm flinging her forward into a wall so he could keep an eye on them both.
Jaq wasn’t surprised when the woman grabbed a cross from her pocket. Stepping forward, he swatted it from her hand and slapped her across the face. “Idiot,” he said before dissipating into the shadows and leaving his would-be killers alone in the eighteenth-century Victorian mansion. His Indianapolis haven was no longer safe. It was fine. He had a room permanently booked at the Terre Haute House in Terra Haute, Indiana.