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कुछ ऐसी ही किस्मत पाई थी सुनील ने कि जहां भी उसका दखल होता था, असाधारण घटनायें जैसे अपने-आप घटित होने लगती थीं । अपने एक दोस्त को पंगे में पड़ने से बचाने के लिये जब सुनील ऑफिस से निकला तो जैसे जादू के जोर से - एक बार फिर - एक लाश उसके गले पड़ गई । एक अजीबो-गरीब वसीयत के चक्कर में फंसे एक परिवार की अद्भुत कहानी ।

When I was fifteen years old, I made a mistake. I trusted the warm smile of a stranger called Peter Harlow, and accepted a ride home in his car. It would be the last moment of my life I’d ever feel safe again. The trauma of what happened that night will never leave me—and it was only the beginning. For the last nineteen years, I’ve been trapped in a nightmare of blocked numbers, violated restraining orders, and the compulsion to scan every face in every crowd, waiting for the day when his will be among them. But I've also spent the time preparing...

The guest list for Brit and Joe’s joint bachelor-bachelorette weekend is small and exclusive: the bride, the groom, the best man, a work friend... and me, the maid of honor. I’ve planned every detail to make this a celebration none of us will ever forget. Expect daytime drinking, poolside lounging — and a White Lie Party designed to help us share all our little secrets. After all, confession is good for the soul... and one of us is hiding something truly killer.

Blythe Abney's opulent beachside wedding should have been flawless. As the founder of a billion-dollar lifestyle brand, Blythe built an empire on her carefully curated image—with her three adult daughters, Allison, Grace, and Kit, an essential part of its public face. But beneath the façade, their family is irrevocably broken.

I'm Daphne Wood, the bookseller of Castle Combe. My life was peaceful until the best-selling author Gill Holland moved to town. He bought the house next to mine, the late Bettie's place, and became my new neighbour. The girls from the book club envied my luck. I thought so too, until I started seeing the most disturbing things. They didn't know Gill Holland like I did.

Fourteen years ago, someone stole one of my twin babies. Now, she’s back. But there’s something off. The guilt never stopped, waking me up at four in the morning. Somehow, I built a new life – a stunning Cotswolds home, my remaining daughter, a marriage held together by the thinnest thread of hope. But there was always a hole. Until now... Except something is wrong. The way my new-found daughter studies me, unblinking. The way she plays with my husband’s attention. The way she whispers behind my back. I don’t think I want this girl in my house. But she wants us.

A teenage boy's body is found on a lonely country road at dawn. By the time police arrive, it has vanished without trace. The blanket that covered him remains. The witness is adamant the boy was dead. But when Detective Bob Foreman reaches the scene, there is nothing. No body. No blood. No explanation. With no forensic evidence and conflicting accounts, Foreman is running out of leads. He's already looking for a second missing boy. Last spotted on a moonlit towpath, and never seen again. At the same time, two children are displaying abilities that defy explanation.

When Lucy Foster visits her old friend, she doesn't expect to hear a baby crying behind a locked cellar door. But what she finds shatters everything she thought she knew: a terrified teenage girl and a newborn, hidden away like a secret shame. As Lucy's quiet life spirals into a media frenzy, and the town turns against her, one thing becomes clear—someone is watching. And they want Lucy to stop helping the girl in the cellar.

Samantha Valentine didn’t drift into my life, she collided with it. Soon it was like we had been friends forever. She told me everything about her perfect life, but I always felt there was something she was leaving out. Then one night, I get a frantic call from Samantha, hysterical and begging me to protect her from her boyfriend. Rushing to her house, instinct takes over and soon my heart is hammering out of my chest as I stand over the body of a man I had never met before this evening.

He promised me forever. But I might not make it to "I do." I'm marrying Stephen at Shadowmoor Lodge. His family's luxurious estate deep in the frozen Surrey Hills. Inside is the exact outfit a woman called Charlotte Walker was wearing when she vanished a week ago. Six days until my wedding. And already I want to run.

My husband Matt and I are an ordinary married couple in every way but one. At the end of each day, we return to our own homes and our own spaces. But beyond the fairy lights I string at my window, darkness is pressing in. Two local women have gone missing, and I don't want to be alone. Sipping our coffees, looking out of my kitchen window, I soon notice how observant Brenda is. When she tells me that perhaps my husband isn't simply working late, something cold takes root.

Two little girls stand with their heads bowed in my living room. I’m told they’re my granddaughters. Daisy is nine, and Alice seven. Daisy is the spitting image of her mother. This is the first time I’ve met them since my daughter and I fell out after she married that waste of space, Vince. They’ve come to live with me because their mother — my daughter — was murdered. In her own home while they slept close by. I think Vince killed her. But the police can’t prove it. I’ve always known he was no good. He treated my daughter like dirt. I said he’d cheat on her — but she wouldn’t listen.

My name’s Kimberley. I’m twenty-five. I have epilepsy, a seizure alert dog named Muffin, and a job I love as a senior housekeeper in one of London’s top hotels. I’m used to being invisible. Overlooked. Safe. But that was before Jennifer Clifton checked in. She’s rich, powerful, terrifyingly calm — and she asks for me by name. She offers me my dream job, working in her exclusive hotel in the Scottish Highlands. It’s more money than I ever imagined.

On the Yorkshire moors, celebrated author Faye Mathis is coming to terms with her early-onset dementia. She has begun writing her memoir, committing her past to paper before her memory betrays her. But her family history is full of gaps, bloodlines cut short, family ties all ending in knots. When a picture of Faye – dirty and dishevelled, stumbling alone on the moors – goes viral, her life is thrown into chaos. Faye is convinced she is not that person in the photograph. But how can she be sure?

We've won a multi-million-pound house in the Cotswolds. It's a dream come true. But the nightmare is just beginning. The threats start immediately. The day we move in, the woman next door comes over, with a bottle of red wine. Then I get a message congratulating me... and saying they know about what happened sixteen years ago. The mistake that ruined everything. And things are about to get even worse.

I get to the nursery gates. “Sorry I’m late. Work was super busy.” The receptionist seems puzzled. “I think there’s been some confusion. Madison was picked up four hours ago.” ‘By Gemma, my childminder?’ I ask. ‘Uh... no, Ms Banks. By you.’ My baby daughter is just nine months old. They show me the CCTV. The woman collecting my daughter looks just like me. Except it’s not me. My worst nightmare has just begun.

Welcome to Book Club! Emma has it all. Jules knows it all. Rosa's seen it all. Marianne's done it all. Lucy watches it all. And Lydia wants it. All.. The wine flows as freely as the secrets, but this is Book Club and Book Club has its rules. But someone is breaking them. And someone is letting her. She wants your life (And your books recs) and she'll do anything to get it. When Emma gets arrested at Book Club, it leaves everyone around her reeling. The women scramble to protect their friend and restore the peace, and Lydia will do anything it takes.

As soon as we open the door to our beautiful new home, I sense their presence . . . the couple who lived here before us. They’ve left things behind, as if on purpose, for us to find. First, there is the mysterious diary that ends too abruptly, followed by pictures of a couple in their thirties, just like us. Tired-looking parents with two small children. Who are they?

We find the doll shattered on the floor, its broken pieces scattered like a warning. That's when everything starts to fall apart. Now the power is out. A storm has trapped us here. And someone is dead. Things haven't been normal since the first day, when someone moved the dolls. I told them not to — never move the dolls before the tenth day of Navaratri, the Hindu Festival of Dolls. They're not toys. They're part of a sacred tradition.

Rebecca and Mark Higgins are doing their best to hold their family together. She’s healing from the pain of a miscarriage, he’s drowning in pressure at work, and their neurodivergent daughter, Maddy, needs all the care she can get. So when a cutting-edge tech company offers the perfect solution, they jump at the chance. And they welcome “Mr. Man”—humanoid AI companion—into their home.