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I used to think obsessive male leads were kind of hot. You know—the intense stares, the undying devotion, the way they’d burn the world for the woman they love? Swoon, right? Wrong. That fantasy went up in smoke the moment I woke up in the body of Sonia Mitford—the heroine of The Crimson Devotion, the first obsessive romance fantasy novel I ever read. The one that ended on a mysterious hiatus. The one with Marius Wittelsbach—a charming, possessive psychopath who thinks an ankle shackle is a love language. Now I’m trapped in a velvet-draped prison, shackled to a bedpost like some porcelain doll in a gothic fairytale. And Marius? He’s worse than I remembered. Sweet, soft-spoken... and utterly unhinged. "You don’t need to be afraid. I’ll take care of you." Translation: I’ll murder anyone who blinks in your direction and serve you tea over their corpse. "Anyone who bothers you... anyone who looks at you the wrong way... I’ll get rid of them for you." I thought I was playing the role just fine—smiling, nodding, pretending not to be horrified. But then—plot twist! Alessio Slovene, the forgettable side character, walks in looking like a golden retriever knight and drops this bomb: he’s actually the crown prince in disguise. And he’s investigating Marius. Finally—a lifeline. Maybe. Because people are vanishing. The body count is rising. And every time Marius kisses my forehead and calls me “Nia,” I feel one step closer to becoming the tragic heroine in a blood-soaked love story. Obsessive male leads aren’t dreamy. They’re terrifying. And I might be in way over my head.

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] I hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet... [Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope, I don't want it. Let me quit. ※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game! *** This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? If that's the case, who do I curse? *** An SCP inspired story with its own twist!

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"Seek poetry within rigorous logic, understand the essence of existence in endless exploration." —Qiao Ze Welcome to a school prodigy novel without a system, where intelligence crushes all, for your appreciation! PS: This text is a light-hearted daily life story of a school prodigy. Readers who do not enjoy slice-of-life stories, please consume with caution.

Xiao Chen, the only Immortal Emperor standing at the pinnacle of the Immortal Path in the Ziwei Immortal Domain, made his way back to the city and encountered many interesting things. The Cultivation Techniques he had once discarded as trash were now revered as sacred texts of martial arts. Those who once wept and begged to call him Master had become God Realm experts whom everyone looked up to. Xiao Chen: "Is there anyone slightly stronger to be my opponent?"

A man named Wei who experienced the life without money since he was a child was able to see the sport of boxing as his way to change his fate. In just the age of seven, he had already set a goal and train hard like a champion. With a good foundation and a gifted right fist, dominated the world of amateur boxers with a scary record. As soon as he become a pro in the age of eighteen years old, immediately given a title shot just after three professional big fights. But it seems that this is not his fate to meet an accident for the chance to change his destiny suddenly disappeared. Yet instead of cursing the one above for this misfortune, treat it as a sign to embark a new path,,, and that path is where his real life begins...

Jenny just wants a peaceful school life. But between dramatic besties, scary popular girls, and chaotic classrooms, peace is impossible. Now she’s stuck in the middle of a social mess she never asked for. Welcome to high school—where the real subject is survival.

Kenji is 19, shy, and quiet. His mom never loved him—so much that she sold him to a mafia woman named Elena. Elena is 31, powerful, and scary. She treats him like property, but Kenji just wants freedom. He runs. He hides. He gets punished. But slowly, feelings start to grow between them. This is a story about pain, fear, healing, and a love that shouldn't have existed—but somehow did. Dark Romance | Age Gap | Possessive Female Lead | Shy Male Lead | Emotional Story

Synopsis: Every weekend, the sleepy town of Riverhollow holds a secret—one whispered through diaries, late-night texts, and abandoned cabins at the edge of the forest. For five high schoolers who have nothing in common—an artist with a broken past, a class clown hiding loneliness, a quiet girl who knows too much, a golden boy with a perfect mask, and a newcomer chasing answers—the weekend begins like any other. Until a strange message lures them into an unexpected meeting spot. What starts as a dare turns into a tradition. Every weekend, they meet. They talk. They share. They confess. And slowly, their secrets start to surface. But some whispers aren't meant to be heard. And one weekend, everything changes. Friendships will be tested. Hearts will be broken. And the truth might tear them apart. Because in Riverhollow, the weekend whispers always come with a cost.

Who am I... if the memories I carry were never mine to begin with? At 11:11, Lira receives a text. From herself… Or at least from someone who knows her handwriting, her fears, her thoughts before she even speaks them. The old flip phone begins offering impossible choices: "MEMORY" or "REALITY." She chooses Memory. And everything begins to fracture. Her friends start forgetting her. Her reflection stops moving in sync. A girl with her exact face, but colder eyes, appears in her dreams... then in mirrors. Then comes the message: "You replaced someone who chose to forget." As Lira searches through locked archives, sealed houses, and fragments of someone else's past, she begins to uncover something impossible. She may not be the original. Not the first. Maybe not even real. In a world built on experiments of consciousness and rewritten time, she must face the ultimate question: If two versions of you exist... which one deserves to live? The clock is ticking. And at 11:11, only one self can remain.

She makes me feel hate, anger, desire, lust and something even more dangerous – love. ***** Amelia (Amy) Shawls, the legitimate and perfect princess of real estate mogul, and serving senator, Gregory Shawls, had it all –wealth, beauty, brain and a fiance who doted on her. But amidst her plenty admirers and few haters, were her vile stepmother and her envious stepsister, who sought to destroy her and take away her inheritance. Amelia's seemingly perfect life took a dark and scary turn on the eve before her celebrity marriage, when she gets a text message from her fiance, Jerry, asking her to meet him up at their favourite restaurant. On her way, Amelia is kidnapped and taken to an unknown location where she narrowly escapes her abductors only to end up crashing into a river. When Amelia finally regained consciousness a week later, she discovered that her life and everything she ever loved and worked for had been stolen from her by those who claimed to love her. Vengeful, she strikes a deal with the handsome but vicious devil, who rescued her from the jaws of death. ----- Meet Blaze Anderson, the charming but ruthless CEO of the Andex group. His heart is as cold as ice and his mere name caves terror in the heart of people. Blaze harboured a deep resentment against Amelia's entire family and would stop at nothing to see all of them, including Amelia destroyed. What would happen when the line between deep hatred and passion slowly thins out? Would Amelia ever consent to love after learning the bitter truth behind Blaze's assistance?

the story start with a 25 year old,brunet guy who wake up in a strange places and scary places,trying to find something so he can get out,however there will come a certain things and Unknown will try to stop him

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Dana is a 6-year old dark skinned girl very smart and brave, one day her mother asks her to go to the market with her and warns her not to let go of her dress (abaya) what happens in the market gets Dana terrified

AE never meant to fall for her. At first, his heart belonged to someone else—L, the quiet crush who made loving feel safe because it never had to be real. But then came K: bold, bright, and unexpected. What started as a borrowed pencil and a side hug turned into deep feelings, late-night texts, shared drawings—and, eventually, heartbreak. When AE finally confessed, she told him she had eyes for someone else… but ended up with a guy who was never part of the story until that moment. Left behind, AE starts to question everything: Did he ever matter? Was she laughing with him… or at him? Now, AE writes it all down—the way it began, the way it hurt, and the way it never really ended. But what happens if K reads this story herself? A raw, poetic tale of first love, betrayal, and the memories we wish we could forget.

In a dying world ravaged by its own mistakes, salvation came not from science, nor prayer—but from blood. When ancient texts speak of Skarveth, a forgotten god whose blood can heal the earth, desperate humans summon him from the depths of the sea. The ritual works. Forests bloom overnight. Life returns. And then—judgment begins. Skarveth, beautiful and terrifying, offers no mercy. His divine laughter turns skies red, and his hair—growing crimson with every life it drains—sweeps across continents like a plague. No sin is too old, no believer too faithful. As humanity crumbles under the weight of its own prayer, a boy named Azael listens to a mysterious old storyteller—Grampy Odd—whose bedtime tales seem a little too real. But stories are just stories. Aren’t they?

People's fates are often determined by when they are born. Some are talented, some are famous, but others are abandoned by society. Kenji was one of them. Fate abandoned him, leaving him powerless in a world shaped by the game Aethelgard Online. He was born long after the game's "Game Over" event. Now, he's a powerless "norm" in a world full of super-powered Game Borns and Awakeners. Even his own family mocks him. Feeling trapped, Kenji runs away from his stifling life. He finds a hidden gaming capsule, a relic from Aethelgard's past. He activates it, expecting nothing. Instead, he gains the scary Level 87 powers of "Shadowbane," a legendary Dark Knight. Suddenly, Kenji possesses immense, shadow-based power, but without any knowledge or control. He's a god in an untrained body. Let's see the path Kenji took from onward.

A young girl, named Mina, works at a small café on the corner of her neighborhood. One day, she met a young man around her age. They grow close and get in some trouble. What will the creatures they face be? Will they be tall and scary, or small and feisty? Will their relationship survive the situations they are put through? Read to find out.

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This is my idea but the AI wrote it for me! This is an AI generated book like the rest! This Text Is Ment To Be A Test "Experiment" This book does use other books with in it and they are as follows the art of war, the 33 strategies of war, the 48 laws of power, as well as other books for reference purposes! None Of This Is To Be Extreme Hateful or overly Religious. Not Only That But I Advise You To Take This Knowledge Seriously And Use Extreme Caution When Attempting This At Home. This Text Is To Be informative About What I Believe To Be Reality.

Reshaine, Abidale, and Eleanor are living their normal teenage life, visiting their grandfather from time to time on his farm. Everything started getting unusual after an encounter with the old oak in their grandfather’s yard. It was magical and very unrealistic. They started feeling like there was a burning fire inside of them that gradually grow much bigger and hotter. More and more, they became aware that something is wrong with them. The urge of something inside them is too strong, and they ended up somewhere unknown to anyone. It was somehow peaceful and scary at the same time.

in the quiet corners of her life, a nameless narrator writes letters no one will ever read-letters to lost lovers, estranged parents, distant friends, a childhood long gone, and even to God. Each chapter reveals a piece of a soul burdened with unsaid truths, unhealed wounds, and moments too fragile to speak aloud. Letters I'll Never Send is a deeply emotional journey through memory, regret, love, and hope. With raw honesty and poetic vulnerability, the narrator confesses everything they never had the courage to say-until now. These aren't just letters; they are emotional time capsules, carrying the weight of what could've been, should've been, and never was. If you've ever rehearsed conversations in your head, written texts you deleted, or imagined what you'd say if you had one more chance-this book is for you.

Who said all the dragons were scary and gruesome? Sheryl met a dragon a week ago. She was assigned as a guard to protect the mightiest dragon's son himself. The dragon prince. Except he was, in no way, how the tales predicted him to be. His name was Denzel Deon, the most beautiful and the most harmless dragon you'd ever meet. He hated being followed by his guards, especially her, now that she was always around him. And she hated not being able to stay loyal to her young master. Will the dragon prince accept her and her extremely loyal self?

**What if death didn’t exist?** Would fear disappear? If you couldn’t die, would anything *be* scary? But pain doesn’t vanish just because death does. No death means no escape. No end. Just suffering, forever. That’s hell. Unless— —unless someone *wants* it that way. Someone who calls that hell *heaven*. Then that person? They’re not God. They’re the **Devil** it's started as a fun event to enjoy with his little sister, then it became a hell. his memories of everything before it have been tampered with, leaving him questioning whether anything was ever real I apologize for the complicated writing in the first chapter, it was my first book so I wanted the writing to be refined and AI kinda over did that, but the remaining chapters will be just as entertaining and easy to read, so if you can get past the first chapter, I promise you an awesome reading experience

A clumsy, hopelessly romantic barista named Ellie accidentally sends a heartfelt love confession text meant for her crush to a complete stranger, an aloof, cynical screenwriter named Max who’s struggling with writer’s block and a messy personal life.

It was a paradise in Precinct Nôm Kà, otherwise known as Dragon Sky Province, where Nagwon and his close friends Saggi and Kimmun resided. Calm skies, calm waters, a calm atmosphere. Everything was peaceful, too peaceful really for a thirteen year old Nagwon. He yearned for more despite him telling his friends he was content. Nagwon thought he would never satiate his hunger for adventure until Kozo Naugi, otherwise known as Roots, entered the three boys lives. Secret societies, ancient book, sacred texts, hidden cults, hidden history and a taste of war clung to the four boys like gum on the bottom of a shoes. And trust and believe, peace was never felt again.

Elena—an effortlessly adored ballerina with a radiant smile and a carefully guarded heart—meets Alexander, a quiet, intimidating car enthusiast who keeps most of his world behind silence and scars. When an unexpected encounter at a house party leads to a shared moment of rare vulnerability, their lives begin to orbit one another in subtle, unspoken ways. Neither of them is looking for connection. She’s used to affection without depth. He’s used to depth without company. But through stalled cars, shared glances in diners, and the kinds of texts that don’t mean much on the surface but say just enough, a quiet companionship begins to grow. They’re just friends. At least that’s what they tell themselves. But sometimes, the quiet speaks louder than anyone expects.

It was a scary night when I saw something falling on the mountain behind the school.I was standing in my balcony and I saw him falling on that mountain from sky.I met him for the first time on that mountain.He was really a very good friend.He was really a very good friend.But maybe that is not my luck.But we will definitely meet again friend.Right now our story is incomplete.I want to complete our story, friend, I want to meet you. The story needs to know where the story started and where it would go.