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.

get dressed and out, but then, a ghostly figure

from the room, half-dressed, yelling at the

had set up earlier for the evening's concert, with several influencers broadcasting live. Their phones were now capturing her every move. The livestream erupted in

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name, or is

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

chat was ablaze with comments, and the onlookers at the event were casting strange

uncontrollably. "Grandma, someone

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