True crime stories. Be aware that some of these stories will have gruesome details and profanities. Viewer discretion is advised.

The most amazing feeling in the world has been described as love that inspires you to do anything to make your lover happy in life. There have been some unusual love stories throughout the history of humanity. Where people have gone beyond the ordinary in true love and become a source of inspiration for future generations.

"Hahaha, that was easier than I thought. Although the little piece of me I put in her will only do minimal change to her overall self. I do like this part of the whole experience."
"MOM... MOM WERE ARE YOU?!" called Mist. 
-sighs- "I'm right here Mist what do you need?"
"Its the town's ponies on the grounds and their fighting with the guards again about the stories from before my time. Is it true that we lived in the sun before I was born?"
"Mist you know those are just stories that ponies tell their young to keep them safe.''  
-sighs- "I know mom but what if it were true. There are some stories out there that say that two alicorn mares that ruled alongside each other. They were in so much love that they got married, but before they could start a family the alicorn Princess named Bliss did something to upset the other and that's how we ended up here. Is that true?" Mist pressured on. 
"YES..." angerly BlackMist replies, "Yes it's true Mist. There was a time that we lived out of the shadows and in the sun. Yes, there were two alicorns madly in love, however, the one called Bliss didn't upset the other, and because of the mistake of another, that was blamed on her. Bliss along with her subjects was banished here. Over time Bliss changed because she was expecting a child. After her little one was born she changed, becoming more and more corrupt. Some say that there was something out here that influenced her to change, and with the change of her physical appearance and her attitude it got to her and she soon later she left the kingdom." 
"What happened to her?" 
"No pony really knows except herself truly knows."
"Where is she, is she still around, what happened to her? Do you know mom?"
"That's enough Mist not everything can be solved over a simple story. Now tell the captain to restrain anypony that refuses to leave the grounds." 
"Ok, mom whatever you say."
Why must she pressure me into the truth? It's not time for her to find out.

This is a fanfiction between Twilight Sparkle and Tempest Shadow. This takes place in an alternate universe from the MLP universe shown on tv, Netflix, etc. This is my fanfiction between the two ponies and this is my original idea that starts out at the end of the friendship festival at the end of the MLP movie.

Some authors in chat talked about a book's worth. 

Most agreed that its value depends on the readers' willingness to pay for a novel. And the most selling here in WN are romance and h e n t a i.

Honestly, it is true in a sense that most authors who don't write these two genres or have the general audience receive lesser income to none. However, there are also other genres that are popular.

What saddening is that a story which has no s** will be buried deep in the list of books.

One time, a person told me that he won't read books without s**. I think you understand what I mean.

Sad... 

Those good literary authors will just choose Amazon. I totally agree with that.

But, is that what really makes a book valuable? So, the authors will just resort to writing stories with s**  since most will welcome it.

I feel sad if it is.

I've been reading and watching epic and classic stories like Mary Poppins, The Twelve Kingdoms, Fushigi Yuugi, The Vision of Escaflowne, Star Wars, Anne of Green Gables, Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, and others. 

These are great books but I'm not sure if the new generation is still reading them.

Hoping they are.

So, what is the worth of a writer? Of a person's storyteller's heart and creativity?

Will it just be buried deep in isolation? Will it just be following the flow of readership and abandon its desire to produce good stories?

I disagree. We still love good stories. There are still more readers who love good reads. In fact, these type of stories are more engaging and imploring. Those epic stories won't be called epic if no one reads them anymore. They are classified as such because their worth is beyond trends.

They simply go against the flow and create a tsunami, leaving people awestruck.

That is the type of book I want to write. I prefer to be remembered as an author who writes good stories without compromising the principles I believe.

Don't get me wrong. There are still good books with a bit of those s** things out there that you can read. But they don't focus on those scenes but on the story itself.

I am a person who never follows trends. And I care less what people call me. I will rather be true to myself than to follow the crowd and lose my self-respect.

In my opinion, the worth of a story is not only on the business side but also on how much heart and effort the author gives to his/her books.

To authors: Let us enjoy writing good stories. Let us be proud of what we write for not everyone can be authors. And not all writers can finish a book. The truth, most books here are unfinished.

To readers: Support good books and give the authors that confidence to continue writing good stories. Without your support, the authors might give up. If no one read good stories, then there's no point on writing one. But I believe most readers still love those type of books.
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Inspirational Quotes for Authors:

"I try to create sympathy for my characters, then turn the monsters loose." — Stephen King

"If you can tell stories, create characters, devise incidents, and have sincerity and passion, it doesn't matter a damn how you write." — Somerset Maugham

"Any man who keeps working is not a failure. He may not be a great writer, but if he applies the old-fashioned virtues of hard, constant labor, he'll eventually make some kind of career for himself as writer." — Ray Bradbury

"I have been successful probably because I have always realized that I knew nothing about writing and have merely tried to tell an interesting story entertainingly." — Edgar Rice Burroughs

"The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story." — Ursula K. Le Guin
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Inspirational Quotes for Readers:

"Whenever you read a good book, somewhere in the world a door opens to allow in more light."
–Vera Nazarian

"Make it a rule never to give a child a book you would not read yourself." —George Bernard Shaw

"Great books help you understand, and they help you feel understood." — John Green

"The only important thing in a book is the meaning that it has for you." —W. Somerset Maugham

Books can be dangerous. The best ones should be labeled "This could change your life."
–Helen Exley

Have a good and fruitful day.

😁😁😀😄💖💓💞

I  invite you to read the short diary of my daily struggle as a writer. No clear update but I will try to write every day. Don't expect very long chapters.

Started as an entry for fun and submitted for writing prompt #63: One chapter post but still ongoing.

 Please add tags: #diary #drama #comedy #author #writing

Please read my ongoing story:
The Sorceress' Heir: Blossoming Youth and Power

People write love stories, and people write autobiographies. People write autobiographies that revolve around love stories. And more often than not, these love stories are picture perfect. Girl meets boy, boy eyes girl, girl looks at her friends for approval and gets it, girl reciprocates, silent sighs, sleepless nights, first kiss, a few more sleepless nights, they go against the world and everything falls into place. Boring.

I mean, wouldn't you rather be lying in the arms of your loving boyfriend or girlfriend in
the backwaters of Kerala or Mauritius depending on how lucky you are or how rich your partner is, than reading this book on a Friday night, curled up in your bed with no one to cuddle but your pillow.

But the fact is that you are here, and in all probability know that finding true love is as
difficult as finding a needle in a haystack. But then again, love wouldn't be such a huge
concept and Valentine's Day would just be another day if love was something you could find walking on the subway, or over the counter. Love is not something which you can receive by an email whenever you need it; it is tough finding love. For guys, it's a little easier—give them a nice smile on a nice body and they can fool themselves that they are in love, for a little while at least.

Anyway, as we go finding true love, we all experience turbulence, speed bumps, ugly
turns, tears, tonnes of ice cream, assholes, bitches … but do we stop? We do not. We fall in love repeatedly, hoping that things will turn out just fine this time, and more often than not, they do not. However, if they do, it makes for a great love story. What if it does not?

This book is about when it almost doesn't. And some other unrelated things. Is this my
story? No. But it's the story of someone I know, in his own words. He has been around for six years, and has led one of the strangest love lives I have come across. He has rarely been single and has always been a sucker and a staunch supporter of true love. He has dumped and been dumped countless times. This guy just keeps falling in and out of love. People get into flings knowing that it is going to be a fling. This guy gets into it thinking it's a  relationship and only when it's over, he comes out, scratches his head and says. Oh, it was a fling!'

He always believes that love is waiting right around the corner! It will come when it comes; the possibilities are endless.

For him, it has come. Lucky bastard.

This book is his story. That lucky bastard is Joy, my best friend.

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'*Joy … So, now that you finally know what you had been looking for, let's go for it.'

'Go for what?' Joy said as he casually sat with his legs up on the coffee table.

'Tell me all of it. Everything. From the first girl,' I said. 'You had promised you would!'
'NEETI, for the last time around—Firstly, it is boring, not to mention—embarrassing. And secondly, find some other scapegoat for your book!' he said as he pushed me aside to watch a repeat of a soccer match. I snatched the remote and turned it of , inviting a nasty
look from him.

'It's the first time that I have asked you for something,' I said, with my puppy face look.
We, girls, are lucky to have such a weapon, aren't we? Moreover, Joy usually fell for it.
As he did that day.

'Fine. Fine,' he said. 'But I will change names. I will change things as I deem fit. And no details. Maybe I will even lie and exaggerate, and make myself to be a stud instead of the raging nerd that I am. And I will rush through it. She'll be coming any moment and we are going out. And I am not doing this again.'

'Why? That's unfair. You have all the time for your girl and not for me. I knew you before you got to know her, you were my friend before you became her boyfriend. Hmmphf …' I faked anger. 'Take it or leave it!' he said.

' Whatever '

Though my displeasure was evident, he did not budge from his decision, and frankly speaking, I didn't really have much of a problem; I had his attention now. With a couple of cof ees and bagels at hand, he started on the story.

'Tell me everything,' I said.

'Fine. Neeti … It was 1996. And …' Joy started. 'It's a long time back, so I may miss some things and make up stuf that I don't remember …'

And then Joy started narrating the story. His story. And hers*.

How do you know it’s love and not just another relationship?
Joy never did. Relationships have never been his cup of tea. Even when he and Manika are attracted to each other, Joy gets into another relationship thinking she is ‘the one’. And when Joy’s girl walks out on him and he falls into a deep depression it is Manika who comes back into his life and nurses him to health. This, when she is already in a relationship.
It’s time for Joy to act. Will he realize her importance in his life and get Manika back? Or is it already too late?
My single girlfriend ! is a journey of heartbreaks, love, laughter and tears.

MY EXPERIENCE
 
         I have always had the idea that ghosts do not exist, that they are in your mind and that writers take advantage of the fear that most people have about ghosts, to write their horror novels.
 
            When you are little, you hear many stories, that we are curious to ask if those stories are true or not.
 
            And when we ask our parents or any adult, if those stories are true, they laugh, I think they laugh out of nerves because they don't know what to respond to when we are curious.
 
            There are adults who, for not knowing what to respond, decide to punish us, which, I have always found it an injustice that they do this to us.
 
            On the one hand, there is a small percentage of adults who simply decide to be upset with us, not to answer any of our questions.
 
            Also, adults instill fear in us children, telling us not to see anything of terror because, we would be opening the door to hell and all the evil that is contained in that door, would come out to do its thing.
 
         Personally, I think that adults say that so that they do not ask them anything else or simply, to avoid anyway, this topic.
 
            I remember that when I was little, my sisters, my cousins ​​and I, we did not know anything about horror movies or that terror does exist because, when you are a child, that kind of thing or topic does not cross your mind one's; But, it happened to me when I saw my first two horror movies called "Chucky the Devil Doll" and "Dolly Dearest" and thanks to those movies, I started to love horror movies.
 
            The main reason why I loved horror, I can't say it, but all I know is that, I love horror and that, since then, I have not stopped watching any horror movies.
 
            It is one thing that I love terror and quite another is, to experience in my own flesh a terror that is too real that it manages to give you goose bumps.
 
         Not only did I experience the terror firsthand; on the other hand and thanks to what I lived and experienced, they made me the best writer - journalist that I ever thought I would be.
 
            Therefore, what I experienced with the paranormal, which for me has been terrifying, has made me more cautious and not to do things on impulse or for fear of losing my job and to be at peace with myself, which is the most important thing.
 
         Finally, I think that ghosts do not hurt; rather, we ourselves are the ones who cause all kinds of evil.
 
            But there are ghosts who take revenge on all the people who hurt them in life and led them to death.
 
            The vast majority of these stories, I lived them firsthand and other stories, my family lived from the first generation to the present.
 
            The first story is the beginning of so many experiences and experiences that my family and I had with the ghosts and how we had to fight against the people who wanted to kill innocents.
 
         Finally, I think that, the ghosts, act that way is because of our fault and because of the bad decisions that we make ourselves and without anyone pushing us to do so.

The book tells how the grandmother and the granddaughter faced evil and during their fight against the Devil and his demons, they lost their friends and almost lost their lives in this fight.

7 years later...
Most supportive parents of the world .are mine ,best friends from all over the globe are mine...l am blessed with such a life that many dream of but something still lacks, that void is still there.
Some say that finding true love is difficult others believe it's more difficult to stand by your love but forgetting your true love, that's not possible for me.
Sometimes I wonder, life should be balanced that's why god took away...her.
Anyways, I am still keeping my promise. I had never cried since that day nor she returned. I am overthinker, hypersensitive, a cold hearted emotionless person that many say....
                 ......     
The day started with a bolt. I was awake
early in the morning for my daily routine jog and exercise. I tiptoed to the bathroom as I was in no mood to disturb anyone in their peaceful sleep. I again tiptoed to my room , put on my tracksuit and soon I was out from the house. It was the last week of march. As I stepped out, a cold breeze striked my face leaving me fresh and ready. I love this time, the cold breeze, empty roads ,darkness ,some others joggers throwing smiles at each other, some people rushing to catch their buses and trains.
I was doing my job, observing the nature's beauty when suddenly I saw a puppy lying in the drain as I moved towards it...I found it was hurt. It was a male. There was a deep cut on his front leg. I picked him up. He was shivering so, I wrapped my upper on him but the morning chill still showed no mercy on the poor creature. I brought him home.
Today I had a job interview probably the last one of this month. I decided that I would carry him to the clinic after my interview. My chain of thoughts was suddenly broken by the puppy, rubbing his jaw on my tracksuit.
"You deserve better....love should be returned by love. You are first." I whispered.
                 ...................         
With lots of good wishes, l was about to leave when suddenly my mother shouted "Not again. Are you going to job interview or pet clinic again?" as she noticed a wonded puppy in my arms
I turned back to her and just smiled. On my last interview, I was with a kitten and missed the interview but this time I had already shifted my interview to tomorrow. I still remember her love for puppies. She was fond of pets....so I was of her.....but not everyone gets everything he/she likes. I still miss her. I still love her but not everyone is blessed with company of there true love forever.
There are so many such stories of one sided love and mine is one of them. No matter how hard I try to forget her.....but I can't...just can't. Sometimes life hurts to give us a lesson and I got that, Never get to attached to someone....some stories are meant to be incomplete so is mine. 
...what matters most is...I am still in love with her.... yes I am....
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// // Akara's Narration // //
My Uncle and I were walking on a mud road to the farmlands when he suddenly pointed to his right and said "There she is!" 
I looked in the direction he pointed, there stood an old woman.
As I near her, I got a good view of her and there she is!
Grandma gave me unconditional love, kindness, patience, humor, comfort, and lessons in life. Words cannot describe how much my grandma means to me. She not only shows the qualities of a hero but the qualities of an amazing mother. 
My grandmother, loud and beautiful, laughing as if she were a child. Looking at her reminded me of all the remembrances of my childhood with her.
My grandmother was a tough lady 15 years ago, at just over five feet tall, her demeanor was strict.
Now she looked weak and wrinkles on her face and her hands, her thick green veins, are visible from her very thin skin.
I remember holding her hands as a child, how delicate and soft they seemed, and yet that never made them seem any less worn or sturdy. When she is laughing, her eyes look like a pair of the rainbow. Because of her optimistic personality, our home is harmonious and full of laughter all the time. Her hands told stories of different times, of different worlds and hardships. She had grown up worlds away from me, in a different land, at a different time, in an era and a life that I would never know. I was affected a lot by my cheerful grandma. she taught me that it is good to be brave, follow your heart, and never give up no matter there is any difficulty discouraging you. 
My grandmother had stories. But, she never told stories. Her stories were in the way she ate, she savored her food, cherished it. 
Her stories were in the way she would sit in the afternoon, by the window, resting. My grandmother had worked her entire life, without fail. From a young age, she was brought up to understand the importance of hard work and the necessity of saving. 
My grandmother's stories were lessons. But they were never told in words. She was seldom outwardly affectionate. When I wrapped my arms around her small frame, afraid I would break her, she responded with a strength disproportionate to her size. She held tightly like she was holding on for dear life, and then she let go, she smiled and she moved on.
My grandmother was an intelligent woman. She had never gone to school, but she had run business very well. She had managed everything. Her experiences were rightful cause to be jaded and hard, and yet she saw brightness and she saw brightness in me. She saw the great things in life, she loved hard and appreciated the little things.
My grandmother complained about petty things, things that I would complain about. But she never complained about life and she never complained about pain.
She understood perseverance and the importance of people and she carried on against all odds.
I also remember that Anyone that knows my grandmother knows sewing. She could sew anything. Now that she is older I think she can't sew as well as before. When she did sew though, she would sew for people in the community and that was how she made her living. She was especially good at beading, immaculate actually. She made beaded mocassins, purses, gloves, slippers you name it and she could string a bead on it. She could sew a parka in a couple of days. She taught a regular sewing class once a week in the community. Everyone wanted her beadwork. Yet, even though she was the best at what she did, she was very modest. She would delight in a nice compliment, clandestinely.
As I was in my thoughts we reached her, she looked at me and my uncle introduced me to her.
Her eyes shone like a twinkling star when she heard that I am her grandson. She holds me in her palms and caressed my cheeks with a wide smile
Her hands, which had always felt strong, felt frail, and weak. Her eyes are dripping tears.
My grandma used to have short, curly, and dense hair with shiny black color, now that shiny black hair turned to grey a shiny grey. Even though she is nearly 80, she looked a decade younger. 
She holds my hand and walked with me towards home.
She was constantly glancing at me.  We reached home in silence. 
We entered the house, she made me sit on the chair and stared at me for a few minutes without uttering a word.
After that, she said, "You look like your mother. I am so happy to see you after these many years."
She also added, " I thought I will never see you in this lifetime again." 
She started crying again, tears flowing
"Grandma please don't cry, I came here to live with you from now, I'm gonna live here with you, and I am not gonna go away from you," I said consoling her.
"Is it true, what I heard? she asked with a gleaming face.
"It's true" I nodded.
While we were in our conversations, my uncle's wife called us to have lunch.
While having our lunch my grandma started feeding me with her hands with so much love and affection.
"The food that I ate before with my hands was good but the same food that my grandma feed me tasted delicious. There some magic in her hands."
"Her exhibition of this unconditional love to me made a teardrop drip from my eye."
"She is sprinkling stardust of love and affection on me."
"I miss this love all these years, I am craving for this motherly love all these years, though my father loves me to the core, always there was a deficiency of the mother's love in my life, that came back to me now in the form of grandma."
"I came here to forget the love and that is done with my grandma's love"
"That love made me miserable and this love made come out of that misery"
Later that evening uncle came from the farmlands, we had long hour conversations about me, what I did all these years, and also my father. I didn't know how time passed so fast that it was dinner time.
We had dinner together, talking a lot again. This eating with so many family members is an unfamiliar scene to me. This is an overwhelming experience for me. 
"Portables cots were laid under the big trees, all of us again started talking, talking, talking, and talking. After some time all were asleep. I am not sleeping but I feel the calm and freshness that we feel after a good sleep now without even sleeping." 
"I think I have become a kid again. The thoughts of things past, things that will never be again have come true to me and I am living those days back. I have comfort, freedom, and love here."
"I feel like I got my mother back and she is sleeping beside me caressing my hair and singing a lullaby." 
I am looking at the dark and starry sky. Stars lit the sky like snowflakes, yet appear still. 
A cheerful smile appeared on my face thinking "The one thing that never changed here even after 15 years is this sky. I see the same sky same stars and they are in the same place"

"A cool breeze flew my hair as a rice crop moves with the breeze. I was out there in space, riding the limits of the known universe. 
The starlight kept its familiar pattern. The constellations, who'd witnessed centuries and millennia just the same, watched over this tiny moment."
"Even in the velvet dark, there is the light of the stars, perhaps a promise that even when we yearn for the light of the sun there will be those stars to bring the hope of the dawn. It is always the light we crave, for without it what is our world? Either way, we seek the light, the chance to stand up and be strong, to see the beauty and be beautiful. For the ability to see others and ourselves, to see nature."
"I felt a raindrop fall against my skin, followed by several others, but I didn't have the heart to go back inside he house. I moved over and sat on the edge of the cot, crossing one leg over the other, leaning back on my palms to observe the remaining constellations uncovered from the clouds. The moon hung full and hazy beneath an eclipse of blazing stars. Then suddenly the raindrops stopped".
"I feel this blackness comes over me. Like a blanket, but not a blanket of warmth but a blanket of coldness making me shiver. But somehow it's making my eyes feel heavier and heavier. I finally close my eyes finally sending me into a dreamless sleep."


In this novel The Cursed Lovers, the past birth fuse with the present, it is a fascinating story of love, loss, and Curse.

Fang Suksai is a teenage girl, she is studying her senior secondary school, Sha Tin city, Hong Kong.  But a Curse threatens her family’s legacy, and unfortunately, Fang is the victim of the curse and she is trying to overcome it. 

Asvin Acharya is a man of 25 years, he is living in a deep forest of Himalayan Mountain ranges in India, living so far away from the growing world. The reasons for him to live away from the world are several. One of them is the Curse.

Selfish intentions and Devotion collide as these two souls meet, unaware that they were lovers in a past life, 1000 years ago. They Challenge each other while at the same time try to resist the irresistible feelings that are pulling them together. 

Will their infinite love conquer all the Hindrances? Or will the Curse they are bearing lead them to their graves?

The Cursed Lovers is a Rebirth romance story, screened with a bit of mystery, romance, comedy, and suspense.

 
         When you are little, they say things like: "If you do something bad and worse still, that goes against the teachings of God, you go directly to hell" or "If you do not follow the commandments of the Law to the letter of God, you will end up in hell, as the vast majority who ignored the teachings of the Law and Commandments of the Law of God have ended "
 
            And when you ask your parents or someone else who is present at that moment: "What is hell?", As if everyone had agreed, they change the subject, because they don't know what to answer.
 
            So we children have no choice but to ask our teachers or priests: "What is hell?", they answer us that, "hell is a place where bad people go"
 
         And the same thing happens when we ask, if ghosts really exist? Older people do not know what to answer or simply pretend they do not listen to us.
 
            I have always had the idea that ghosts do not exist, that they are in your mind and that many people use ghosts to make gullible people believe that they are bad and that they will not rest in peace, until they take us to hell.
 
            When you are little, you hear so many stories about ghosts, the Devil and his demons, that we are curious to ask if those stories are true or not.
 
            And when we ask our parents or any adult, if those stories are true, they laugh, I think they laugh out of nerves because they don't know what to respond to when we are curious.
 
            There are adults who, for not knowing what to respond, decide to punish us, which, I have always found it an injustice that they do this to us.
 
            On the one hand, there is a small percentage of adults who simply decide to be upset with us so as not to answer any of our questions.
 
            Also, adults instill fear in us children, telling us not to see anything of terror because, we would be opening the door to hell and all the evil that is contained in that door, would come out to do its thing.
 
            Personally, I think that adults say that so that they do not ask them anything else or simply, to avoid anyway, this topic.
 
            I remember that when I was little, my sisters, my cousins ​​and I, we did not know anything about horror movies or that terror does exist because, when you are a child, that kind of thing or topic does not cross your mind one's; but, it happened to me when I saw my first two horror movies called "Chucky the Devil Doll" and "Dolly Dearest" and thanks to those movies, I started to love horror movies.
 
         The main reason why I loved horror, I can't say it, but all I know is that, I love horror and that, since then, I have not stopped watching any horror movies.
 
            It is one thing that I love terror and quite another is, to experience in my own flesh a terror that is too real that it manages to give you goose bumps.
 
            Not only did I experience the terror firsthand; on the other hand, and thanks to what I lived and experienced, they made me the best writer - journalist that I ever thought I would be.
 
            Therefore, what I experienced with the paranormal, which for me has been terrifying, has made me more cautious and not to do things on impulse or for fear of losing my job and to be at peace with myself, which is the most important thing.
 
            Finally, I think that ghosts do not hurt; rather, we ourselves are the ones who cause all kinds of evil.
 
         But there are ghosts who take revenge on all the people who hurt them in life and led them to death.
 
            The vast majority of these stories, I lived them firsthand and other stories, my family lived them from the first generation to the present.
 
            The first story is the beginning of so many experiences and experiences that my family and I had with ghosts and how we had to fight against people who wanted to kill innocents.
 
            Finally, I think that, the ghosts, act that way is because of our fault and because of the bad decisions that we make ourselves and without anyone pushing us to do so.

In each story, the narrator speaks like her family and herself, they have been fighting against evil for decades and, along the way, they have lost loved ones.

	Mary Shaw, tells how Elizabetha Valerius, the first of many generations of my family, defended her best friend, Mary Shaw, from the false accusations, against Mary; but in vain and like Mary, she took revenge on all the people who burned her alive.

	Adrianna Androv, Juliet Capulet and Allison Jekinson, decide to go in search of the entrance to hell and end up being in it.

	Romeo and Juliet, we see a vengeful, ruthless and murderous Juliet who murders everyone and does it with the help of VALAK.

	Cinderella, we see how this children's story is not a children's story, because we see a Cinderella, thirsty for revenge and who manages to consume it with the help of VALAK.

	Snow White, we see a Snow White thirsty to kill those who cross the path of power and as she ends up, killed by all who, once, trusted her.

	Chariot of Death, was created by the Devil, to be able to transport souls to hell and how he uses it constantly.

	Elizabeth Bathory, we can appreciate how she slowly but surely becomes the real Dracula.

	Veronica before the mirror, it is one of the most terrifying legends come to life, when they pronounce her name three times and that person dies depending on what they have at that time.

	3:00 am - 3:30 am, talks about how all the terror occurs at exactly that time and as Dolores Wright, she fights a battle against evil for her life; in which, she ends up losing her life.

	Bloody Mary, is a woman who kills all her victims, not before hearing the bell that no one heard when it rang.

	The Forest that the ghosts scream talks about how many people were murdered in that place in the middle of the 18th century and since then, the entire forest has been suffering and as a group of people they decide to face it, through the interview; but, they end up losing their lives.

	The curse of the Urdesa house, they also speak of ghosts that, several generations ago, are hurting the house and how they wish to have more ghosts with them.

	The Covered Lady, speaks of an elegant woman, who has an aroma that attracts all men; but, nobody has been able to see their face because it is covered and when they do, they end up dead.

	In the story called TEKE TEKE, it is about a girl who died on the train tracks and she is looking for people to accompany her, cutting them in half.

	In Satan, it is about the struggle not only between Satan and God; but also, the internal struggle that Lucy Adams will have, when she meets Lionel Davis, who is actually Satan.

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