Fireplace Candelabra

"we've all heard of love that comes once in a lifetime, he was sure she was the one for him. Even if it took him a thousand years to find her. once upon a world where differences matters, life isn't like a fairytale where the beauty goes with the beast. But when one beauty defy all odds and prove it wrong, when this beauty chose a 4 thousand years old demon over all things. he didn't evolve into a handsome prince. He was a beast from the start and still is. The beast is finally happy, his stone iced heart finally melting. But not for long, in a swift moment. His beauty is taken away from him, and he is alone yet again. Living like he used to, believing she will be back one day. and he would finally have his happy end, living his sick life. Sitting by the fireplace at his little corner with a book in his hands, looking out the window each moment...awaiting the arrival of his beloved." "on one fateful afternoon, his doors opened. His eyes lit up, someone walks in. This person? Who is this person" - Daisy, an ordinary human. finds herself caught up in a web where she lands a job as a babysitter in Lysander's home to babysit his son, turns out she was reincarnated as his lost bride and the mother of the child she has to babysit. But she has no memory of it, she didn't have the power his lost bride possessed. There was a chance that she could be just a lookalike, but he was willing to bet. Just one month, to make her remember her past lives. And if she turns out to be just a lookalike, he would wipe her memories and she would forget she ever came into his life. This book has a sequel titled BEAUTY AND THE BEAST You don't have to read the first one, it's not published yet. And they're both different books.

The sun has ceased to illuminate the Earth and the world has been plunged into icy darkness for twenty years. Attempts by scientists to unravel the causes of this climate anomaly have led nowhere. However, Sam, an ordinary guy who is constantly laughed at by those around him, does not give up. He still remembers the hot air, the warmth of the sun's rays on his skin, the blinding glow of the yellow disk. Perhaps this was partly due to his obsession with finding answers. Together with his friend Sarah, his secret love, he goes to an abandoned palace on top of a hill. People tell terrible stories about this palace - as if not a single person who went there returned back. But Sam and Sarah fearlessly enter the mysterious mansion, because here the device shows an unprecedentedly high level of solar radiation. In the empty hall the fireplace burns brightly, as if visitors are happily awaited here. But while the guests are exploring the second floor, a winged wolf carefully emerges from the fireplace and follows in their footsteps. It's good that Sarah took an ice ax with her...

When the dimensions broke and the world was mutated, the game became a reality. The abyss descended, the fierce beasts were rampant, and humans gained the ability to change classes. Combat classes: killing monsters and leveling up, pursuing the path of supremacy. Life classes: working as logistics at the back of the battlefield. Lin Xiu transmigrated and awakened the life class [Forger]. He thought he would spend an ordinary life by the fireplace, drumming and hammering. However, the system awakened. Lin Xiu found that the legendary weapons he forged would automatically be upgraded to full level. "Iron Sword"-"Sword of Oath of Victory" "Wooden Shield"-"Legion Holy Shield" "Broken Spear"-"Lance of Longinus" "Bronze Bow"-"Bow of the Sun" The top experts bowed down, and the battlefield of ten thousand tribes submitted, just to get a legendary weapon. Many years later, on top of the peak, Lin Xiu was hailed as the Forgemaster. "King's Treasury" plummeted like rain! "Sorry, I don't need to level up, but I am still the strongest!"

Warning: Mature Content Trigger Warning: Trauma, abuse (Not by the male lead) *** I pulled my face down again, taking her in for another kiss. This time the kiss was not too gentle, but it was not fast and rough either. But it was something, something sensual. Her hand again found the back of my neck and this time, she was pulling me down. In the warm air and the dim light radiating from the fireplace, our kiss went on, silencing my thoughts while I lost myself in the bubble of time as pleasure and desire filled my body and mind. *** Having a toxic family, all Ella wanted was to find a place where she could be happy. One day, she discovered an entrance to a whole other realm where there was no place for mercy. It was teeming with monsters and beasts yearning for power. Finding a human girl in the world of monsters and beasts, the most terrifying of all, known as the Beast, found a strange attraction towards her. Was it for her flesh or for the girl? ***

She appeared but this time not as the little Aimee who was told what to do but as a strong lady who was grown to become tough as a result of her life experiences. She came back for the Horace and memories flashed back to that night when it seemed everything was perfect as the cold air blew making the weather chilly. Mr and Mrs Malcolm were in Grandma Elizabeth's beautiful cottage with little Aimee, sitting close to the fireplace all holding their cup of hot coco to keep them warm and shielded from the weather. They had come to see grandma Elizabeth for the vacation and the plan was for a four day stay before going back home. Frederick was a successful business man who deals with wine and owns some wineries. His plan is to make sure his family never has to suffer or struggle so hard to get desirable benefits as he had suffered. Especially now that he won a contract that will keep them financially buoyant for a long time. Little four years old Aimee, who is the future of his business legacy drops her coco and decides to join grandma Elizabeth in the kitchen. But as soon as possible, men in black barged into the house and took the couple away. From the window, Aimee and grandma Elizabeth watched Frederick and Emily, Aimee's parents get shot by someone they knew very well who later advanced to burn the house and its content, will Aimee and grandma Elizabeth burn in the fire or will they escape from the gushing flames and if they do, then what next? Find out in this interesting story "Aimee's Fate."

One of the biggest tonal outliers on this list, Susan Hill’s The Woman in Black is crafted like a traditional gothic novel, and could likely fool readers into thinking that Hill is a few hundred years older than she truly is. Published in 1983, The Woman in Black is best known today for inspiring one of the longest-running plays in London’s West End (and a Daniel Radcliffe movie). Structured in the classic British form of a story told around a fireplace, Hill’s short ‘80s anachronism chills thanks to its ominous titular figure, who stalks a house on the foggy moors and foretells the death of children. The Woman in Black may not feel like a quintessentially ‘80s horror novel, but it’s an excellent reminder that, even at the peak of its copycat boom period, the genre refused to be pigeonholed.

Somewhere in the distant future, the world was ravaged by a barrage of nuclear war heads from different countries all aiming towards each other. Several years after the event, a war veteran was defending his campsite from hordes of mutants, only to be crushed by a truck that was carrying acid, effectively melting him alive. When he wakes up, he finds himself in a dark room with only a candelabra with 3 lit candles on it as it's one and only light source. Sitting across from him was a albino kid, with crimson red eyes. "Congratulations, you won first prize." the kid said with a grin on his face, and thus begins our protagonist's descent into madness.

Liang Weining rose to become a 'favorite' of Mr. Chen, the capital magnate of the Hong Kong Region, in just six months. The outside world said she climbed up by her beauty. No matter how good a vase might look, it can't escape being discarded once the owner grows tired of it. As such, everyone watched and waited. After three long years, they finally received news of Liang Weining's dismissal. While the entire upper circle thought Liang Weining had become history, nobody knew that on the eve of New Year's Eve, an entertainment reporter captured a romantic moment. In a black business car parked underneath the Zhonggang headquarters building, the backseat window was half-lowered, and Mr. Chen, who was always dignified and composed, unexpectedly lost control. In the mottled shadows, he grabbed the chin of a young girl and kissed her fiercely. The photos were exposed that same night, and a heavy snow fell over the Eastern Suburbs of Beijing. Inside the Mid-hill Villa, the fireplace blazed warmly. The man took the girl's soft, boneless hand from behind and guided her to write on the Xuan paper: Chen Jingyuan. "When will we go public?" he asked in a low voice. As soon as he'd finished speaking, the mobile phone screen lit up. The exclusive breaking news headline from the Hong Kong media flashed before their eyes again, and Liang Weining fretted over the news title, "Let's wait a bit longer." Chen Jingyuan's voice was slightly deep, "What are you worried about?" "My dad's blood pressure has been unstable lately." Years later, Mr. Chen gave an interview to the media, addressing personal issues. Reporter: "For you, what was the biggest obstacle in pursuing Mrs. Chen back then?" Mr. Chen paused for a few seconds, then smiled lightly, "My father-in-law's blood pressure." - High-ranking man X female secretary | 90% sweet | 8 years older.

The girl walked closer to the fireplace, staring at the crackling flames. The family watched as she put her hand over the flames, seemingly unhurt. "I see evil in this house" she muttered, turning towards the family "The evil still haunts you no matter what you do." The girl walked towards the makeshift knife and faced the father. "You are fortunate to receive such a gift from them." The rains and winds howled louder, drowning out the screams of the family, as if helping the girl in her act.

We've always loved to hear stories of myths and legends in front of the fireplace in winter from grandparents and grandmothers with the scent of family warmth.The characters, events and times differed, but they all shared a happy and joyful ending, whatever their theme: ghosts, pharaohs, Cinderella, vampires.Our favorite part has always been the end where the bad guys die, the gentle prince marries and brings back the innocence and reassurance of childhood.But what about a legend whose story isn't over yet?

I stir in Aaron's cozy bed, since he turned me cold looking for his warmth, but this is not when I open my eyes, I close them again trying to get used to the little light that comes in, so I decide to get up and look for an Aaron shirt to cover myself, under the stairs I pass through the living room and grasp the family picture that is hanging in the fireplace, a few seconds later I return to my love's office, I hear that he has an argument with someone I enter without touching I look up and freeze before the image that is in front of me.

Aden is a young boy growing up in a world where everyone is born with a superpower. Unfortunately for him, he was born with the weakest ability of all – the ability to create small black flames. He is constantly bullied by his classmates for having such a weak power and he begins to feel like an outcast. One day while walking home from school he stumbled upon an abandoned house he had never seen before. Exploring the house, he finds an old mysterious ring hidden in the fireplace. He puts it on and discovers that it gives him a powerful new ability – the power to create any superpower he can imagine!

" With every good Innkeeper, Comes an amazing story of a Hero. " - Ana, The Innkeeper Ana is an innkeeper of Rusty Stein tavern in a village north of the main capital of Kal' athor. She has a quest to inspire and encourage young adventurers who find shelter in her inn. She shares stories of the heroes over the years in the land of Kal' athor. With each story and timeline, few questions remain.. Just exactly, who is Ana and how old is she really ? Masking in the stories of the bliss success and triumph over the chaos that reigned in Kal' athor, does Ana have a story to tell of her own ? Enter the keep to see what wisdom lies within around the cozy warmth of the blissful fireplace and to be greeted with the bright smile of Ana, the Innkeeper.

One of the biggest tonal outliers on this list, Susan Hill’s The Woman in Black is crafted like a traditional gothic novel, and could likely fool readers into thinking that Hill is a few hundred years older than she truly is. Published in 1983, The Woman in Black is best known today for inspiring one of the longest-running plays in London’s West End (and a Daniel Radcliffe movie). Structured in the classic British form of a story told around a fireplace, Hill’s short ‘80s anachronism chills thanks to its ominous titular figure, who stalks a house on the foggy moors and foretells the death of children. The Woman in Black may not feel like a quintessentially ‘80s horror novel, but it’s an excellent reminder that, even at the peak of its copycat boom period, the genre refused to be pigeonholed.

One of the biggest tonal outliers on this list, Susan Hill’s The Woman in Black is crafted like a traditional gothic novel, and could likely fool readers into thinking that Hill is a few hundred years older than she truly is. Published in 1983, The Woman in Black is best known today for inspiring one of the longest-running plays in London’s West End (and a Daniel Radcliffe movie). Structured in the classic British form of a story told around a fireplace, Hill’s short ‘80s anachronism chills thanks to its ominous titular figure, who stalks a house on the foggy moors and foretells the death of children. The Woman in Black may not feel like a quintessentially ‘80s horror novel, but it’s an excellent reminder that, even at the peak of its copycat boom period, the genre refused to be pigeonholed.

Hello dear reader, I welcome you to a story that's not quite what you think. It came from beyond to meet you this day. Please, come in to my humble abode. -You see the walls covered with books, to many to count. The sight of some bring your curiosity, and your dread. The strange H͖ͮ͆̿̂͋̿͒̓ͨ̀̚͘͜͠Ǫ̸̶̧̙̺̬̗̥̩̐ͮͪ̋̏̐̍̃ͯ͐͂ͬ́́̀̚S̩̼̭̏͒̽̃̊̐ͤ̒̏͏̨҉̵̧͘͏̛͘T̵̶̺̍̀̊͗͞͏̶̛͢ sits on a leather chair near a fireplace- Oh my, where are my manners. My name is _̶̵̷̷̸̧̧̡̹͍͖̮̝͚̙̯̦̫̬̙͉̭͚̬͖̙̞̣̺͆̊̓ͦ́͊́͆͗̍̇ͭͤ̎̌͆́́́͘͜͟͟͝͝͞͡͡͞͡ͅ_̸͙̈́͊̑ͦ̏̐ͥ̾́͂̑͌̓͌ͩ̅̌̇̽̃̈ͩ͊̐͊̅͐̎͑̉̀͢_̨̥̻̥̲̱̰͈͚̝̉̄̃ͫ̃ͥ͑̈́̂̑̍̊͆̈̽ͬͬ̅͏̴̷̵̨̢̨́̕̕͟͜͢͜͢͡҉̷̶̷̴̵̴̧̢̧̧̕͜͢͜͞͝_̵̵̷̡̛̟͖̞̪̲͓̝͍̥̘̬̼̬̩̱ͭͪ͂̿͊͒͌̃̇̀ͦͨ̍̓ͭͦͯ͊ͬͧ͂ͨ̇ͣ̀̀̚͞_̵̵̶̷̶̷̸̵̷̢̢̧̡̢̡̡̡̜͚̥͖͔̹͍̤̙͓͙̼̪̹̖̪͍̀̐ͣͯ͒͋͑̽͑ͫ͒̽̔ͤ̾̐́́́̕̕̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͞͠͠͏̵_̸̡̭̭̟̘̯̼̫͑͌͐̂̾̌͑ͬͫ̐͊͋͗ͨ̉ͫ͒̆̿́ͩ̃̌̎̐ͫ̊̈́ͭ́͘͝͝͞͡͝͡͏̷̶́_͎̠̦̯̬̙̖̖̺̰̪͈͔̰̲̺̝̪̮͛̈ͩͥͪ͂͑ͫ̈͊͟҉͏̴̶̴̷̨̡̢̛̀͘͟͟͜͡͠҉̴̴͟͏̵̵̛́͢͟͢͟͝͠͡͞͠ but you can call me Arcanum. Well let's get to business, I present you with a story that follows the haunted and supernatural as it goes through the land of magic. I implore you to open this book and think you may not regret it. But no promises, after all, the mind is a complicated thing.

" Is this thing working? " The static screen was gradually composing an image of an adolescent boy preening the screen with his skinny hands. " Ouh.... I'm a genius! " A wide smile appeared on his face as he was placing the screen on some scarce table. He backs down gradually while sticking his hand out, readying himself when the screen loses its balance. The boy sat down on a wooden chair besides the fireplace in the centre of the room. The fire burns efffulgently, illuminating the tenebrosity and thus revealing the whole interior of the room. From your current perspective, it appears that the room was composed of punctiliously crafted wooden boards. The fireplace was composed of many different stones, varying in shapes and sizes. The diminutive metal fences circumvent the fireplace as if obviating others from getting too close to the fire. The chimney weirdly curved to the left side of the room, perforating the walls. The fire reveals the boy's appearance. Judging from his size, he seems to be around 12. His ocular perceivers complement the colour of his short, silky hair and his long ocular lashes, which are a light blueish colour. His whole body was only covered by a single tattered brown rag. "Sorry for the messy look I got here; there's a story for that." He verbalized it with an awkward smile. "Hello, my fellow adventurer. Well done for discovering this nugatory time-capsulated video of me that will do nothing but waste your time." He verbalized it, followed by a diminutive chuckle accompanied by a smile. "What's the main purport of this? It doesn't genuinely accommodate any purport other than to serve as evidence that I've been here." He verbalized this while scratching the back of his head. "Okay, here goes nothing. My name is Seiko Nagasaki, and I came from a place called Earth." He took a congruous sitting posture afore perpetuating his narration. "I've been living here for more than 10 years by now. During all those times, I've learned a plethora of incipient things and met many different people." He verbalized this while bending his back forward and playing with his thumb. "From what I can tell, this place, or should I say, this world, can be said to be one of those typical fantasy worlds with swords and magic. That's only on the surface." His expression commenced to compose wrinkles all over his forehead. "After staying here for years, I felt that something just doesn't add up for some reason. Maybe it's nothing, but just in case, please be punctilious with every step you take. Especially those who are in the same situation as me." He showed a perplexed expression, as if he himself didn't authentically understand what he was endeavoring to verbally express. "Who knows what secrets this world holds? It might be bigger than any of us could imagine. The existence of mana itself was already terrifying enough. Not to mention some of the bizarre occurrences that had happened that I hadn't mentioned yet." "Oh well. It's not like I can do anything about it. All I can do now is prepare myself for the worst-case scenario. Let's just see what the future might hold for me. Anyway, how do I turn this off?..... Oh! Nevermind, I figured it out." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ note from author: 1. Don't expect too much from this since it's my first novel. 2. Pls leave a review, so that I can improve my writing. 3. Thank you for your time and help:)

100 years have gone by and humanity had excelled in its technology. With the discovery of mana, mages began to appear all around the world. Those without elements were seen as wastes while those with one were kings and queens. In a small dojo on the outskirts of the Raetia continent, a young boy named Owen Li trained with a sword day and night in honor of his parents. The parents he so dearly loved had left him alone in the world. With no one to call family, he believed in nothing but his sword. On the long cold and rainy nights, others would stay inside with their families, seated by the fireplace telling stories. While he would pick up his sword and swing it tens of thousands of times over. Honing and perfecting his skills. His blood, sweat, and tears were spent on his blade. the most important thing to him was to regain his family’s fame. To understand the mysteries of his parents' deaths, to protect those dear to him, to never lose a loved one again. Will he comprehend his immense potential?

Prologue I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. I sense unfamiliarity, but I still cannot think straight about this feeling that makes me so uneasy. Who I am? Where am I? After the moment had passed, I got up from the bed and saw everything in a daze. I was in a single bed that was made from wood and a thin mattress. The smells of burning wood lingering and I saw a fireplace in the room. There are no memories in my head. I shake my head as hard as I can and hope that things will get back in place. And then I saw a piece of paper that crumbled at my hand. “Dear Vierra, as you wish I erased your memory from your old life and granted you the cooking skills that will help you in this new world. And let the memory of your recipe from passed life remain. I Hope your new life will give you a better life. From me who cannot be named.” I let out a heavy sigh. Is this some lame joke? There is a sling bag under the tiny table beside the bed. I found a diary with a name written in front of it. “Vierra Maverick”

She held his hand as he closed his eyes gently. Lying beside each other, both of their bodies are starting to tremble as the cold slowly crept through their skin. They've always loved winters. Tears welled through her eyes as she remembers those cold nights. Both of them wrapped in hand knitted sweaters she made for their 50th wedding anniversary 10 years ago. Sitting in their favorite sofa by the fireplace and sipping hot chocolate, she always wondered what good things could she have done in her past life to deserve such a meaningful marriage. She slowly shifted to look at her husband's tranquil face. He is old yet still as handsome as the first time she met him many years ago. Her heart felt heavy and her arms felt weak, yet she still managed to hug him tight. She then whispered to him gently, "Rest well, my love." As she started to succumb to exhaustion, the heaviness she earlier felt slowly faded away. A smile crossed her face as her final thoughts played like a scene from a movie. She and Leo were on the dance floor, gently swaying with the music. He said, "I love you. And even in the next lifetime, it would still be you." Her heart was at ease. She silently, ardently asked, "I pray to be with you once again. One more time. One last time."

The Malazan Empire simmers with discontent, bleddry by interminable warfare, bitter infighting and bloody confrontations. Even the imperial legions, long inured to the bloodshed, yearn for some respite. Yet Empress Laseen's rule remains absolute, enforced by her dread Claw assassins.For Sergeant Whiskey jack and his squad of Bridgeburners, and for Tattersail, surviving cadre mage of the Second Legion, the aftermath of the siege of Pale should have been a time to mourn the many dead. But Darujhistan, last of the Free Cities of Genabackis, yet holds out. It is to this ancient citadel that Laseen turns her predatory gaze.However, it would appear that the Empire is not alone in this great game. Sinister, shadowbound forces are gathering as the gods themselves prepare to play their hand . . . Conceived and written on a panoramic scale, Gardens of the Moon is epic fantasy of the highest order--an enthralling adventure by an outstanding new voice. . . Now these ashes have grown cold, we open the old book. . . These oil-stained pages recount the tales of the Fallen, a frayed empire, words without warmth. The hearth has ebbed, its gleam and life's sparks are but memories against dimming eyes - what cast my mind, What hue my thoughts as I open the Book of the Fallen and breathe deep the scent of history? . . Listen, then, to these words carried on that breath. . . These tales are the tales of us all, again yet again. . . We are history relived and that is all, without end that is all. . . The Emperor is dead! . . So too his right hand--now cold, now severed! But mark these dying shadows, twinned and flowing bloody and beaten, down and away from mortal sight. . . From sceptre's rule dismissed, from gild candelabra the light now fled, from a hearth ringed in hard jewels, seven years this warmth has bled. . . The Emperor is dead. So too his master'd companion, the rope cut clean. But mark this burgeoning return faltering dark, the tattered shroud-embracing children in Empire's dying light. Hear now the dirge faint reprised, before the sun's fall, this day spills red on buckled earth, and in obsidian eyes vengeance chimes seven times . . . ———————————— Discord:- RAJABHIDIXIT#5608 Instagram:-THE_DEVILS_LORD_777 SNAPCHAT:- RAJABHI046 * The artwork for the cover belongs to its respective creator. If you wish to share your opinion on this book, don't feel shy and drop a comment or a message. My discord is :-RAJABHIDIXIT#5608

The city was sad. It had just rained, the streets still covered by clouds that seemed about to continue their work, crows flying back and forth on the Curimiet street, landing their disgusting little paws on benches, beggars, cars, and anything immobile for more than 30 minutes, including the corpse that threatened to slip into the manhole, skating on its own blood, mixed with dirty water and urine. More to the center, when the clock chimed twelve times, the meniê* danced on the love poles they built to improve the 'turnover' of customers, like a marble, but instead of tying the being by the neck, the waist was tied to maintain her upright and open. More than twice, after three-thirty-three in the morning, little rows could be seen at the posts, full of pleasurable moments and full of fury. Of course, after some time that practices started, the police had to grow their eyes towards that side of the city, after all, the corpses of women, broken in half started to appear, but well... It's a story for later, ok? Our beginning is far from this melancholy bustle of the city, where the residences were bigger and, consequently, the owners, more dangerous. Well, this one in particular... Maybe she also lost some screws throughout this book. Iliona doesn't seem like the best place in the world to live, I understand. But every place can look a lot scarier with an unexplained corpse on a dark street. The city by day was bright and enchanting. It invites you to fly along the sidewalks, research each brick and visit each museum. Stone houses with their warm fireplaces, spraying smoke into the sky, the smell of warm bread and butter melting in the morning, accompanied by exciting mysteries and unexpected romances. Welcome to Iliona. May we start?

You have to apologize to Abigail for hitting her,Lucain said with rage in his eyes.Hazel gave a smirk and replied"why don't you just kill me" As you wish , Lucain replied and threw her over the dinning table.Abigail stood at the fireplace still shedding crocodile tears while silently enjoying the show.Lucain walked slowly towards Hazel and grabbed her by the neck and threw her off the table.Zack!He screamed the name of his senior guars,throw this bitch inside the dungeon.Yes sir,Zack replied and picked Hazel up princess style and took her to the dungeon. He felt pity for his miss, for no one has ever come out the dungean alive. Lucain swept Abigail in his arms and consoled her,"my love please forgive me. I promise it won't happen again"Abigail nodded her head and hugged him. You are finally at where you belong, Abigail said to Hazel when she visited her in the dungeon.What will people say when a take a picture of you and post it on social media? Your reputation will be dragged down the drain. Just go ahead and do whatever you want to do.I wouldn't give a damn because you are such a pathetic loser. If there ever happens to be a contest for losers you will second. Why not first?Because you are a loser.Do you think Lucain wouldn't have killed me on the spot if he wanted to?Something in him couldn't just bare to see me hurt.You just wait Abigail,I am going to make him fall helplessly in love with me,Hazel said to Abigail. That will never happen,Abigail said furiously and left.

Kassandra opens her eyes in a bizarre room full of Christmas decorations. “Where the hell am I? Where is this place?” She started moving her eyes around the room. No one is inside the room except for her. She noticed that the room was painted white and full of Christmas decorations. She gets annoyed at the sight of red and green color decorations around her. “Is this hell?” she asked herself. “Hmm. If this is hell, I could turn this into my own haven.” Kassandra removes all the decorations and started throwing it into the fireplace found inside the bedroom. While she is busy doing her stuff, a woman entered the room. “You are awake. How are you feeling?” Kassandra turned her gaze to the source of the voice. The woman is familiar. “Are you Satan? Is this hell?” She innocently asked the woman. “Satan? Who is that?” the woman confusedly asked back. “If you are not Satan. Then I am not in hell. So, is this heaven?” The woman cannot help herself not to laugh. “What a cute human being. Anyway, you are not in heaven or hell. You are in Noel City, specifically Noel Academy.” “Noel City?” Kassandra stops and thinks for a while. She remembers something. She was hunting the meat for her lunch and supper when she encountered some unexplainable occurrences in front of an enigmatic wall that said to be the link of the human world from the place called Noel City. From what she had heard from the town people, Noel City is a place where people can celebrate Christmas every day. Also, this place is no ordinary. All the residents in this city possessed special abilities that are unknown to common people. “Are you kidding me!? Here is even worse than hell!” Kassandra’s skin turns pale white. “Please bring me back home.” The last words she could mutter before losing her consciousness. How can a grinch like her survive in a place like this?

Read the first two chapters for FREE. -The search for the Magic Scrolls, will be released in 2024. linkr.bio/therealmofthecat-people In a world where the souls of cats become cat-people, one of the 8 princesses is Princess Meow, who is the princess as well as the protector of the northern forest. One day in the peaceful forest suddenly an evil appears. While investigating this matter she almost uses one of her nine lives. But this is only the beginning as she senses a war between the princesses and the Wing Wolves led by their wickedly wicked leader, Shadow, approaching the lands of Obbisia. Shadow is tired of all the mijaws and will take the god powers of the planet to control all the cats. But to get that power he needs all the hidden scrolls. Princess Meow is sent out by High Princess Alicia to find the scrolls before Shadow gets his claws on them. She tries to make plans but… "Why did I even try to make a plan? It always goes southwards. I am a cat-lady who loves to NOT know what the mijaw she is doing!" Luckily, she is a friendly cat-lady and thus, on her long journey, she makes a few friends who help her in her mission. Hold her paw in this journey to become friends with this friendly cat-lady and explore her world together. Visit the crazy cat town with too much mijaw in the market… and the famous Milkbar. Sleep together on a half minibus bound to… a dragon's back. See how the Northern Fish Village’s villagers catch fish… as well as a big monster. Run to the ruins of the Snow Land… or die there. Try to eat an earlinger by a fireplace and save all the fairies… if you can find them. Remember to learn the ways of the white magic… both the good and the evil parts of it, to defeat the Shadow. The cat-people realm, Obbisia, is massive and not all of its secrets will be revealed in this book. -The search for the Magic Scrolls, will be released in 2024. Wait for the Shadow to strike.

"Listen Darling you have to take care of Katricia " I looked into his silver - blue eyes told him he's so scared I can feel it he heard the urgent tone as I talk to him "But mother don't leaves us" He replied crying his eye's are red and puffy for crying "Tis dangerous for us to be together now Bastien" "Please mother I ..." "Nay Son listen to me you have to be brave for your father and for your sister take care of them " I told him he sniff control him self bank Bank I turn to look back at door it won't hold them any longer I turn to my son " I promise you I'll come back for you if you'll be good boy " I told him knowingly there is No way I can make it back to my family They wouldn't let us all escape . I have to save them I have to lead them away for them I can't let them hurt family I hurried him into secret underground tunnel closing door "Promise?" I whispered "Promise? " I whispered back just before closing door I hurriedly put lock throw key in fireplace just in time they broke door I took knife holding in fronts of me knowingly I can't fight them all they pore into my house destroying things "Witch" "Monster" "Evil" "Burn" Everything happened so fast , my vision is blurry when I realize what was happening I was already dragged me out of my house tied to the tree I kept screaming "Nay nay please I won't hurt anyone please let me go please " I yell "Burn the evil " "Burn her " they yell throw stones at me hitting me in evey part of my body cutting me making me bleed pray to god let my children be save and away for here suddenly some throw Latin at me

The sound of guns... The darkness... The smoke... Then, oblivion. Everyday, I am haunted by my nightmares. Everytime the thunder roll and lightning strikes, I shivered. Looking outside my window, I am writing my daily journal and poetry today... To release all the pains and tensions from my past. And I wrote.. December 18, 1980 Myshkin, Russia My beloved, Have you ever ask yourself... What's your life purpose? If.. Are you doing the right thing? Are you on the verge of confusion, loneliness, unhappiness and being stagnant? Day dreaming into your own world? Too much questions filled in your heart and mind. Too much of everything that you don't want. Too much! To clear out my confusion and to have more clarity about myself, I dig deeper inside me. Reminiscing my childhood moments and cherish them. Facing the darkest and painful moments of my memories. Those memories of repeating horror, memories of loss, memories of death. Yes, I did face it all. I cried hard. After decades of those patterned memories... This is the first time that I realized.. How I treated myself so badly. And I really wanted to give back to myself. By appreciating my past. Appreciate yourself more... Love yourself more... And you will discover more... I have discovered each words, all feelings, expression, harmony just fits well to take steps in writing this poem for my past. ***A LETTER FOR MY PAST SELF*** My dearest self in the past... I have been visiting you lately in a vast... You are carefree, immature and FEARLESS, You go out more, loving the sun and grasses, Full of sweat and sun-kissed from above. Joyous days, feet touching stones and green Oh How glorious those days have been Flowing like water in every storms within And wind touches, caressing my skin Telling me, It's ok dear, everything has it's purpose". A path full of journey and a dead rose All those rise and fall, I am with you... All those tears and laughter, I am with you... I am always with you til the end of time. You have no choice, we are both destined. Oh loving sun and dreamy moon, Grace us the light in our path divine, My past self, I thank you! For the wonderful memories... In my troubled present, found peace in you. Beatrix ********************************************** As I closed my journal... I just hear my Nana's footsteps and call out. "My princess, it's dinner time. Don't forget your coat, it's a bit freezing today!." "Yes, coming Nana!." I checked myself in the mirror for the last time, before sharing the table with Nana. The beauty in the mirror speaks of simplicity and elegance. I'm tall at my age of 15, around 183cm, with soft silver wavy hair and emerald green eyes. I'm looking at the reflection of my mother. And before my tears fall. "Beatrix?" A hint of annoyance in Nanas voice. "Yes, sorry Nana." Then, we silently eat our beetroot soup. In the same month, in different year. Our mother gather all of us, her children, near the fireplace hearth, made of granite and marble stone. My eldest brother Maxim played the piano while my older sister Annika played the flute. While me and my mom, cheerfully singing. Then, our beloved father Dimitri, joined us in our joyfulness. Amidst our liveliness, the commotion outside the House of Oblonsky raised our fears. People shouting with torches and guns. My father Dimitri was stunned. I'm crying in horror. I hugged my father...for the last time. When.... My small voice... bellowed "NO!!!!" "Mama, Papa..." "Maxim, Annika..." 

Sections The 50 Best Horror Novels of All Time By Steve Foxe and Paste Staff | August 30, 2018 | 10:11am BOOKS LISTS HORROR Share Tweet Pin Text The 50 Best Horror Novels of All Time Horror is a peculiar genre. If it’s meant purely to scare, then some of the heftier books on this list would have wracked up a body count, terrifying readers to death over 700 pages or more. And what is scary? What might shock one reader is laughable to another. Ghosts, serial killers, great heaving monsters, the loss of self-control, plagues, impossible physics and a creepy clown all figure into our countdown, with entries spanning from the 1800s to the last few years. One (obvious) author makes five(!) appearances, and easily could have qualified for a few more; another has written just one novel during his decades-long career. We narrowed our focus to prose novels, so please don’t ask after The Books of Blood or Uzumaki. And while we kept an eye on the diversity of our featured authors, the inclusion of women, authors of color and queer creators came naturally as we gathered the best of the best. We’re prepared for you to question our choices, we ask only that you leave the chainsaw at home before doing so. Without further ado, we present our choices for the best horror novels of all time. Screen Shot 2015-10-26 at 4.07.05 PM.png 50. The Summer Is Ended and We Are Not Yet Saved by Joey Comeau (2014) summer-ended.jpg Joey Comeau’s first horror outing, One Bloody Thing After Another, is perhaps creepier and more unsettling than this summer-camp slasher. But The Summer Is Ended and We Are Not Yet Saved gets the nod for importing the genre from film into prose while layering in subtle, smart commentary on our thirst for teen blood. Eleven-year-old Martin is used to entrails—his mother does special-effect makeup for horror movies—but would like to keep his inside of his body. A maniac employed at his bible camp has other intentions. The title of Comeau’s previous novel would have worked here just as well: the gory killings are one bloody thing after the other, stacking up as a reminder that we’ve created a prolific genre around watching kids get murdered in inventive ways. —Steve Foxe Screen Shot 2015-10-26 at 4.07.05 PM.png 49. The Woman in Black by Susan Hill (1983) WomaninBlack.jpg One of the biggest tonal outliers on this list, Susan Hill’s The Woman in Black is crafted like a traditional gothic novel, and could likely fool readers into thinking that Hill is a few hundred years older than she truly is. Published in 1983, The Woman in Black is best known today for inspiring one of the longest-running plays in London’s West End (and a Daniel Radcliffe movie). Structured in the classic British form of a story told around a fireplace, Hill’s short ‘80s anachronism chills thanks to its ominous titular figure, who stalks a house on the foggy moors and foretells the death of children. The Woman in Black may not feel like a quintessentially ‘80s horror novel, but it’s an excellent reminder that, even at the peak of its copycat boom period, the genre refused to be pigeonholed. —Steve Foxe