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Today we want to introduce you horror genre. Horrors are very popular among people who like to tickle their nerves. Main characters in the horror genre are demons, evil spirits, monsters,vampires and ghouls. But it’s very often, when book based on true events, for example psychological thrillers.
In Ancient Greece and Ancient Rome, horrors were told to each other like myths, that carry the story of the death and afterlife. Ancient people believe that reincarnation exists. Modern horror novels are include new fantastical creatures, like ghosts, vampires, werewolves, and witches.



Nowadays it’s very hard to force a person to believe in the truth of history, but modern reader just expects to be frightened and shocked. Horror books on our website are elicit a sense of dread in the reader through frightening images, themes, and situations.
The atmosphere of the book provokes our imagination. If the book will in your mind long time after reading , so the horror writer did his job well. After horror genre books you can even get insomnia or very bad and scary dreams.But that shouldn't stop you from reading horror ebooks. So our electronic library invite you to be a part of the mystery world of free ebooks without registration.




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his niche. Throughout the years he had had a chance to work elsewhere for the same company and even be promoted, but he was settled and happy in his full-time role. Sandie worked eighteen hours around school times and after school activities. Toby was nine years old. Declan also had a fixation on new technology, and was always reading up on the latest new fangled hot-off-the-press laptops, phones, tablets. He changed his phone every few months to buy the latest version and tried to, but not always would upgrade the car because it had some new piece of kit that he just had to have. She was slowly losing him to social media. He would spend hours scrolling through his tablet and phone. Not stopping to do much or anything of any significance. He would focus on something for maybe a minute, then it would be scroll scroll scroll...

Although she did not feel 'trapped' in her relationship, she felt she wanted more. Usually whatever Declan wanted she would just agree to. He wasn't aggressive or violent, just very passive and quiescent. An office get-together was as wild as he got, and they never reached the height of being called a 'party'.

Things like dancing, or staying out late, or any kind of raucous behaviour, Declan would take no part in, and when he found himself in such occasions, he would sit looking bored until usually after ten pm he would say: 'Come on it's getting late, time to go'. Sandie would stretch the leaving time out as far as she could, but usually cracked about half an hour later, and would feel something akin to guilt as she and Declan walked out with their coats on while the party went on around them.

Why are you with such a bore? her friends would ask, and Sandie found herself defending him. He's not that bad really. He's nice.

Until her own conscience finally got through to her. He's boring, and you know it. There was something in him she fell in love with. The thing was, that same love had become affection, fondness. She knew it was the same for him. There were no more flowers. No more chocolates like he used to buy for her. There was no real romance left in their relationship, and if there was, then it was a faint ghostly mist.

She had told herself a thousand times she needs to enhance their relationship, and at one point gave serious consideration to buying sexy lingerie. She could see him now, her leaning against the bedroom doorframe in new racy underwear. Him looking up from his tablet, rolling his eyes, and going back to social media.

'What did that cost?' she could hear him ask.

'How much does your new bloody phone contract cost?' she would retort, and they would bicker, and any passion in the room would go cold, and not for the first time, they would sleep with their backs to each other.

Something emerged into her memory then. 'Spice up your love-life' but she couldn't think where she remembered it from.

As she headed towards the stable complex, her phone rang again.

It was Declan. He never said Hi, or made any sort of greeting when on the phone. He just spoke as if he was halfway through a conversation.

"When are you gonna make up with your Mum and Dad?" he asked. "They're still trying to get through to you. Just unblock their number and speak to them. Anyway, they rang me to ask you if you'd like us all to go to the Leighton Transport Museum on the weekend. I said I'd love to I haven't been there in months. What do you say?" Another memory reached her mind. 'Avoid the transport'.

'Avoid the transport. Spice up your love life'. Where had she heard that before? Then she remembered.

The Oracle from the funfair.

"No," she said. It was clear that Declan was expecting yes. He was used to hearing her say that to him over the years, but occasionally she would refuse, then be persuaded, or on rare occasions say no, and that would be that.

There was silence on his end.

"What?" he asked.

"No, I'm still not speaking to them. So no, I'm not going".

"Come on, it'll be good for all of us". Sandie never needed much persuading to come round, but this time she still said no.

"Fine!" Declan said loudly, and hung up.

Sandie sought out her coat and bag. The oracle card was still in there somewhere and she fished it out and read: 'Avoid the transport and spice up your love life'.

Okay, she thought, when she knocked off at midday, it was time to go shopping.

 

The town was fairly ordinary, with ordinary shops, but there was one clothes shop practically in the centre that did good business. Sandie had wandered the town for the last ten minutes trying to fathom what the word ‘spice’ could mean regarding a relationship. For some couples it could mean a chippy night on the weekend. Staying up past midnight. Three sugars in a coffee. However, at the back of Sandie’s mind, was the real answer.

It had not yet been brought forth to her consciousness, but she knew it was there, and had to acknowledge it at some point. Now seemed like a good time. It told her exactly what spice could mean, and when she saw the shop, it was like a visual form of the answer.

She stood outside ‘Kiss ‘n’ tell’, a shop that specialised in erotic lingerie and other items of a sensual and sexual nature.

Sandie found herself entering the shop, and was soon surrounded by knickers and stockings.

It seemed quite overwhelming, and her eye caught a poster nearby of a woman in a black choker neck dress with a feather tickler whip.

A woman of around sixty-plus was talking to a cashier when she saw Sandie looking at the poster. She walked across and asked if she needed any help.

"Yes," Sandie said, "I think I do".

 

Later that evening, Declan had been giving her the silent treatment, which she found worse than arguing it out. She always knew they would make up, but getting there was a strain. Sometimes it would be days before he decided to speak. There was usually no way to get to the make-up part other than to wait it out. However, she knew what she was going to do was a gamble, but couldn't see him walking out. Maybe disappointed. Maybe confused. 'I thought I knew you', but their relationship would survive. She believed that much, because if tonight went as she hoped, then their union beyond that would be much tighter. The affection or 'love' would be stronger.

It was also a good night to try it out because Toby, twice a week slept elsewhere. Saturday night at 'Nannas', and random nights at his friends where he would 'camp' out in their back garden. Tonight was camp-out night.

Declan was two years older than Sandie. His thin hair was greying, and he had a short designer beard that he struggled to maintain.

Still moping like a sulky teen, Declan made his way to bed, and when he did, adrenalin fired through Sandie. Alright, she thought. Let's do this.

She had hidden the wares she had bought from 'Kiss 'n’ tells' beneath the coats under the stairs where all sorts of bags and paraphernalia were kept.

When she knew he had settled in bed with his tablet, she made her way up the stairs and into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, the adrenalin in her had morphed into confidence, and she felt good. Looking in the mirror, she smiled, and Mistress Sandie smiled back.

Declan didn't look up from his tablet when she appeared in the doorway. He knew it was just Sandie coming to bed. He didn't even look up when she just stood there, not coming in. He just sat in his side of the bed, scrolling away at nothing.

"Put that fucking tablet down,” Sandie said, and Declan frowned and looked up, his eyes widening, the tablet losing the battle for his attention.

"Whaa...?" he said. Sandie was stood there in a black wet-look body-suit with seamed stockings and black leather studded sandals. She held a leather crop, and slowly came in to the room.

"Put the tablet down and submit to your mistress". She stood by him, and he noticed the bodysuit was crotchless. She also wore black faux-leather gloves.

Putting the crop beneath his jaw, he looked up at her.

"Sandie what are y..?" he said, and found himself breathing more heavily, adrenalin coursing through him.

"You're going to do exactly as your mistress tells you". Declan simply looked at her, not knowing what to say.

"Isn't that right?" she said, and slapped him lightly across the face.

"Isn't that right?" she repeated louder. Declan's face flushed red.

"Yes...miss," he said. She pulled back the sheet covering him to reveal he had a raging erection.

"Ooh, now, what are we going to do with that?" she said, tapping it with the crop.

"If you've been good, then you can lick my pussy, but you haven't been good have you? You don't deserve it". She smacked his penis with the crop. Declan breathed harder, the adrenalin flowing.

"Promise I've been good miss. I've been good," he said.

"No you fucking haven't. Say I'm sorry mistress it won't happen again". He didn't hesitate to say it.

"Again, louder". He did. She then gripped the hair at the back of his head and forced him into her crotch.

"Lick my pussy," she said, and he did, slowly masturbating while doing so. He almost felt close to climax.

She pulled him further and he fell off the bed. She walked slowly backwards.

"Come on," she gestured, and he crawled towards her, stopping near the foot of the bed. Declan looked up.

"What a pathetic sight you look. Lean over the bed. Do what Mistress tells you". Declan obeyed, and he knelt over the bed. Sandie smacked his buttocks with the crop, over and over again.

"Naughty boys deserve to be punished".

"Yes miss...sorry miss". Declan was breathing as though exercising.

"Get on the bed and turn over," she commanded. Declan could do nothing but obey. She tapped his erection again, hard with the crop, then climbed over him, straddling his chest. She twisted around to hit his penis with the crop. It was close to climax.

Sandie slapped his face, hard this time.

"What Mistress wants, Mistress gets". Declan nodded emphatically.

"Yes...please yes," he gasped.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 22

 

"...then I had the most mind blowing sex I've ever had. He shot his load three times. I mean, is that like a record or something? Men can't do that, can they?" Sandie told Caroline as they sat in a cafe near the garden centre. Caroline had just finished work and Sandie had called her to explain what had happened but Caroline had been genuinely busy and arranged instead to meet her at a nearby cafe, wondering why Sandie insisted on sitting away from people and almost whispering.

"Tell you what Caroline when I put the suit on I felt so much more...confident. It was great. I became Mistress Sandie and Declan bloody loved it. I bought a cock-ring as well and told him to wear it to work today. I didn't ask him, I told him".

"Well well," Caroline said, looking at her Latte. "That's great. You've both found something you're really into". Sandie nodded.

A text came through to Caroline from an unknown number and she read it aloud:

'Hi Caroline its ray have u fergoven me yet can i com 2 wedding, sorry it wont happen agen'.

"Ray," she said, "trying to get back in my good books. You know he sent round that maniac Lee to warn off Wayne".

"Did he?" said Sandie, wide-eyed.

"So I could leave Wayne and get a better man".

"I'd bloody kill him".

"What can he do to get me to forgive him?" she asked.

"Nothing whatsoever".

"I think I've planned most of the wedding. What else...?"

"Do you still need a photographer?" Sandie asked, sipping her Mocha Cortado. Caroline nodded and composed a reply.

'Find me a photographer and I might forgive you. But your mates are still

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