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Things You Didn T Know About Pulp

Things We Don’t Talk About

——— I woke up to fingers running gently through my hair. At first, I thought I was dreaming, until the lullaby began. Low. Melodic. But wrong. It was that same language I'd heard through the walls, the one that makes your stomach twist and your teeth clench. She sat on the edge of my bed, I can’t see her face; it’s swallowed by the dark. But her hand keeps moving, slow and rhythmic, stroking my hair like she’s lulling something else to sleep. Her eyes are half-closed, swaying as she hums that twisted tune. And then I realize— I forgot to turn on my bedroom light before falling asleep. I kept my breathing slow and shallow, pretending to sleep. limbs screaming to move, to run, but something in me knows: Don’t let her know you’re awake. Don’t move. The singing stops. She sniffles. A choked, trembling sob leaks through her lips. She starts crying quietly, like she’s trying not to be heard. Like she’s afraid. “No...” she whispers, her voice cracking like a child’s. “He still dreams like a child… still soft…” I almost convince myself she’s sleep-talking— Until her hand suddenly tangles in my hair and pulls. I flinched and let out a sharp gasp. "Mama—!" She goes still. Her grip loosened… then shifts. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my trembling arms. Her face inches closer. I can smell her breath,..warm, wrong, too close. Her eyes are wide with terror. Her voice shakes as she hisses: “Don’t say anything." "Don’t say a word anymore.” I was too scared to speak. I couldn't even nod. She held me like that for a long, shuddering moment. Her breath was hot and ragged against my cheek. Her hands were too tight, like if she lets go, I’ll vanish. Her eyes darting around the room. Then, like a switch flipping, she goes completely still. "Mom?" I whispered, so softly it barely made a sound. She was at eye level with me. But she wasn't looking at me. She looked past me. Behind me.... No... no. It’s happening AGAIN. . This is not a safe novel. It's a collection of short, self-contained stories, each chapter unraveling a new descent, a different nightmare. Some stories are brief. Others not so. No heroes. No clean endings. Just answers that should have stayed buried. Read alone if you must. But don't say we didn't warn you. Reader Warning: This series contains psychological horror, disturbing imagery, death, and paranormal themes. Reader discretion is advised. Each chapter is a self-contained story, perfect for short, spine-tingling reads.
RongKing · 11.1K Views

You know me well

"Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?" - song by Elvis Presley This is story about a young and beautiful girl, Catherine Qiu who has been raised by single mother. Her life changes when she meets Zyan Smith and falls in love with him. Zyan , a romantic at heart! Who would have guessed a self-proclaimed Casanova would fumble nervously and measure his words to a woman? With the right woman, a man always feels the compulsion to say the right words.  Catherine, painfully practical and a woman who would not recognize romance if it rained roses on her way. Excerpt: "let's get married" he said. "No I'll not Marry you. We don't love each why should I marry you? what benefits will I get?" she said. after some month: "let's get married " she said. "I'm always ready to marry you" he said. "I want to clear one thing I don't love you so are you still willing to marry me ? " she said without any emotions. few years later: " I want baby let's make one" she hugged her husband. "we already have two daughters" he said. she pouted. "but we can make love" he said leaving all his work. A girl who has lived with rejection from a man, her father, and is now slowly and warily stepping into a unknown territory of being a recipient of male attention. There is a long way to go before she fully entrusts her heart in the hands of a man. So Let's find out together the journey of Catherine and Zyan. English is not my first language so please pardon me. Cover is not mine, all credits goes to owner.
kamlina_paro · 5.6K Views

fate: maybe I know you

Lost Echoes: A Past That Won’t Stay Buried... I wasn’t always this cold... Once,, I smiled more often,, laughed at little things,, and believed in forever... But that version of me was buried beneath the ruins of a past , I never truly recovered from. Now,, I am Rimi—the CEO of Mirain Company,, the number one cosmetics brand in the country... To the world,, I am composed,, elegant, and ruthlessly efficient... People see me as cold, unapproachable. A queen encased in ice... But behind that polished mask,, there's a side only one person ever got to see—a side that giggles,, pouts,, clings,, and melts like a kitten seeking warmth. That side was for him... Kai... He was my best friend., My confidant.. The boy who used to tease me with that crooked smile and hold my hand when I cried... We were young,, maybe too young to understand the depth of what we felt,, but it was real... I loved him—I loved Kai with all the pieces of my innocent heart,. And maybe... just maybe, he loved me too... But we were cowards, both of us. We never spoke our truth,, never crossed that fragile line between friendship and something more... And then—everything shattered... The night my world fell apart,, I lost everything. My parents died in a brutal accident,, leaving behind nothing but silence and ashes... I waited for Kai... I waited for him to show up, to hold me and promise it would be okay. But he never came. No calls. No letters. No goodbye... He vanished.,, Just like that, the boy I loved disappeared,,. I was sixteen , hollow and numb,, drowning in grief and abandonment. But fate didn’t completely abandon me. A kind family—old friends of my parents—took me in. They gave me a home, love,, and warmth I never thought I’d feel again. They never treated me like a burden... They loved me like their own, and I promised myself I'd make them proud... So,, I rebuilt myself from the ashes... I buried my pain, my past, and the girl I used to be. I studied hard,, graduated with honors,, and took over my father’s legacy—Mirain Company... Under my leadership,, we soared to new heights,, becoming the top cosmetics brand in the country... I had everything—power, respect,, success. But love?? I stopped believing in it. Until he walked in... It was at my best friend’s wedding,, a day filled with laughter, champagne,, and memories. And there he was,, standing across the ballroom—sharp suit,, intense gaze,, and a presence that made my heart forget how to beat. For a split second,, I thought it was Kai. My breath hitched... My world tilted. My past clawed its way back to the surface... But his name was Adrian... Adrian Knight—the CEO of Queen Company,, our fiercest rival. The second most successful cosmetics brand,, always trying to outshine us. We were competitors. Enemies,, even. But none of that mattered when our eyes met. He looked at me like he knew me... Like he saw through the layers I had so carefully built over the years., And I hated that. I hated how my heart stuttered. I hated how my legs wanted to walk toward him... I hated that he looked so much like Kai,, and yet was nothing like him... Adrian was confident,, charismatic,, with a gaze that seemed to strip me bare... And I… I was supposed to be the composed one... The ice queen. But around him,, I couldn’t hold that façade. He made the forgotten girl inside me stir again—the one who wanted to be held,, loved,, cherished... I told myself it was just resemblance... Just a cruel trick of fate. But my heart didn’t listen... Maybe I was falling... Falling for a man who looked like my past,, but felt like my future... And it scared me... Because if Adrian was a second chance... was I brave enough to take it??? Or would he leave me broken,, just like Kai once did??? I didn’t have answers. Only questions,, memories, and a heart that refused to stay silent anymore... And deep down,, beneath the frost,, I could feel the warmth return. Maybe... just maybe,, this was the beginning of
writertushu · 32.6K Views
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