No Strings Attached

Heidi peered into the mirror, the reflection almost mimicking Clara's features, and a sly grin crept across her face. "If I slip into this dress and dab on makeup to make me look more like Clara, I can't see how lan, with his head spinning from one too many, won't mistake me for her."

The thought of spending the night with him and derailing his pursuit of Clara was too delicious, and she chuckled at her own cunning.

She began to peel off her soiled clothes, reaching for the new gown, when suddenly the room plunged into darkness. Her heart clenched with fear. Back home when she's grounded, ghost stories had terrified her, and now she couldn't even sleep without a nightlight. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Just as she was about to call out for help, the lights flicked back on. But the relief was short-lived. As she stood there in her lingerie, the darkness swallowed her again. A chilling wail filled the room, eerily reminiscent of that night at the graveyard.

and out, but

flooded back. She let out a piercing scream and bolted from the room, half-dressed, yelling

slipped her mind was the livestream she had set up earlier for the evening's concert, with several influencers broadcasting live. Their phones were now capturing her

this the free content I'm getting without a subscription? Heidi is going all out to clear her name, flaunting it

this really clearing her name, or

is confirmed. Who dresses like that at a family gathering? Who's

was ablaze with comments, and the onlookers at the event were casting strange glances her way

images of the headless ghost pursuing her were all she could focus on. She threw herself into her grandmother Marian's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "Grandma, someone dressed up as a ghost to scare me. It must be Clara and Sasha. You have to stand up for me!"

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