Story By Elira Night
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Elira Night

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Elira Night writes haunting thrillers and gothic mysteries about secrets, memory and the shadows we can\'t outrun. When she\'s not writing she\'s collecting forgotten stories and turning them into a dark fiction that lingers long after the last page. Follow Elira\'s journey into the eerie and unknown - one chapter at a time.
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THE TERRORIST'S OBSESSION
Updated at Sep 19, 2025, 08:59
She hunts shadows. He lives within them.Sara has built her life on secrets, moving unseen through a world poisoned by drugs, blood, and power. But in the city’s darkest corners, one name spreads fear like wildfire—a masked leader who controls everything yet reveals nothing.When their paths collide, obsession ignites. A single night blurs the line between duty and desire, between predator and prey.In a game where identities are hidden and every move could be fatal, one truth remains: desire is the most dangerous weapon of all.
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When Amara agrees to her husband Jason's idea of an open marriage, she expects healing. But instead, she finds betrayal, lies, a
Updated at Jun 17, 2025, 14:27
When Amara agrees to her husband Jason's idea of an open marriage, she expects healing. But instead, she finds betrayal, lies, and hidden obsession that threatens everything. When his best friend returns from abroad, the line between danger and desire blurs. Torn between loyalty, passion and her insanity. Amara must choose - love, revenge or freedom. In this slow - burning, psychological romance, nothing is what it seems.
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Echo Hall
Updated at Jun 16, 2025, 10:00
THERE ARE PLACES THAT REMEMBER. ECHO HALL IS ONE OF THEM. Aria doesn't belong to the elite boarding school tucked away in the hills - but a scholarship lands her at Echo Hall, where secrets whispers through the stone walls. When a mysterious app appears on students phones- just before they vanish - Aria becomes the unwilling center of a chilling game. She's lived this before. But the others don't remember. And someone is watching, waiting for her to remember too.
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