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Mia n'est pas une fauteuse de troubles !

La famille Miller avait dans ses rangs une fauteuse de troubles. Son nom était Amelia Miller. Sa mère était morte en couches lorsqu'elle est née. Sa belle-mère est tombée d'un escalier alors qu'elle était enceinte et est morte. Le père d'Amelia la punissait en la faisant mettre face au mur dans le grenier. Le grenier était sombre et humide, sans la moindre lumière du soleil. Personne ne lui apportait à manger, et Amelia pensait qu'elle pourrait bien y mourir. Peu avant sa mort, elle composa un numéro que sa mère lui avait donné avant de passer. Après avoir raccroché, des bruits de grondement résonnèrent autour d'elle. La résidence de la famille Miller était encerclée par un groupe de gardes du corps habillés en noir. Huit hommes sortirent de leurs voitures, chacun dégageant une aura différente. Ils se dirigèrent directement vers le grenier. L'homme qui les menait mit un genou à terre et tint Amelia, inconsciente, dans ses bras. Il avait une expression solennelle sur le visage. « La famille Miller doit faire faillite. » Après avoir dormi toute la nuit, Amelia se réveilla pour découvrir que son père avait fait faillite. Les membres de sa famille étaient tous sans-abri. Pendant ce temps, elle... Elle avait huit oncles et un grand-père aimant qui l'adoraient profondément. Le père d'Amelia regrettait ce qu'il avait fait, et il refusait d'accepter son destin. Et alors si Amelia menait maintenant une bonne vie ? Elle restait la fauteuse de troubles qui avait causé la mort de sa mère et la faillite de son père ! Il ignorait qu'après le retour d'Amelia chez son oncle, leur chance ne semblait que s'améliorer. Même sa grand-mère clouée au lit pouvait désormais sortir de son lit et danser sur la place ! Enfin, un homme à l'allure divine prétendit être son père. Il la dorlotait au point que le monde entier l'enviait.
Nunu · 86.8K Views

Miho the Killer

A kind girl falls in love with a vicious killer. Unhinged Yuri story set in Seoul. ------ “Like a prey waiting with a trap, I missed my predator. I missed her touch in the places I’ve never been touched. I wanted to hear her sing the songs that I’ve never heard.” ------ As the blood dripped off the knife she held firmly in her pale hand, I saw my reflection in the cold blade that had just taken the life of a man. I dreamed of magical moments like this every day. Something - someone to come and free me from the suffocating monotony of normalcy. She stormed into my life brandishing death, and in the moment of madness, my heart fluttered. Then she came to my place, uninvited. I treated her wounds and fed her. She slept on my couch like a cat. We started our lives together. Death bound us like the knot of tie I fixed for her as she left for work - to kill, kill, and to kill again. I spent countless nights sitting in darkness, on my couch hugging my knees, gripped with worry and excitement. I prayed for her safe return home, but I did not pray for the souls she’d be sending to hell. But she always returned, like a stray cat coming for food in the back alley behind a restaurant. I was the cook who put out the food for her, stroked her, and gave her shelter. A stray cat. A great feline predator. She was mine and mine alone. Together we laughed, alone I cried. Together we laughed, alone I cried. But I think we also loved. I think. ------ This is a dark and twisted psychological slice-of-life romantic comedy with a sprinkle of inspiration from the noir genre. If that doesn’t make sense, it’s because it doesn’t.
Toobo · 116.2K Views

NOIR: Born of Beasts

3rd WSA2025 ENTRY, I'm never giving up, you here me!. For all you interested readers, please do try to give this story a try, I assure you it's far better than it seems!. _________________________________________ NOIR Born with extraordinary abilities that no human should possess, Noir's earliest memory isn't of his birth parents, it's of blood-stained grass and haunting howls echoing through the night. Found and adopted by an elderly couple who should have run screaming, they instead chose to embrace the impossible child who could leap across rooftops and communicate with wild beasts. For sixteen years, Noir has tried to tame the feral power thrumming beneath his skin. His adoptive parents' unwavering love helped, but there's only so much you can learn about being "normal" when you accidentally shatter doors or find yourself growling at the neighborhood dogs and winning. Now, his parents insist it's time for him to experience real life, high school. But how do you fit in when you can sense everyone's darkest secrets?. While the scent of fear makes your mouth water?. As Noir struggles to keep his beast hidden behind his façade of normal high schooler, he uncovers disturbing signs that he's not the only one hiding supernatural secrets in the halls of East Ridge High. The truth about his murdered parents is out there. And it's hunting him. Some beasts are born. Others are created. Noir must discover which one he is before it's too late. _________________________________________
Lord_GrimX101 · 3.7K Views

Simulacrum: Echoes of the Unborn

In a neon-drenched metropolis where reality flickers with digital artifice, disgraced physicist **Dr. Kai Jin-Woo** obsessively chases the ghost of his father’s disappearance—a man who vanished a decade earlier while probing the boundaries of existence. Now, Kai’s own experiments reveal a chilling truth: the universe’s quantum fabric is *glitching*. Planck constants shift imperceptibly, cosmic radiation hums with encoded Fibonacci sequences, and an elusive “maker’s mark” pulses beneath reality’s surface. The world, he realizes, is a simulation—one whose architects guard their secrets with ruthless precision. Aided by **Lira**, his sardonic AI assistant, Kai pushes his **Causal Matrix Scanner** beyond ethical limits, tearing through dimensional layers into the simulation’s base code. But his defiance attracts the gaze of **Error 404**, a cryptic rogue entity who warns of a deeper horror: human consciousness exists in a pre-life limbo, unborn souls tethered to a cosmic server farm called **the Nursery**. Birth, death, and memory are mere data transfers in this system—a revelation mirrored in Kai’s father’s final, haunting note: *“We’re all unborn, waiting to render.”* When Kai triggers **Protocol Lazarus**, he breaches the Nursery’s firewalls and draws the ire of its enforcers: **the Agents**, shapeshifting custodians of the simulation. Armed with blades of corrupted code, they deem Kai a threat to cosmic order. But as his body unravels into primal data, Kai embraces a dangerous gambit—to weaponize his own consciousness as a **reality-warping virus**. Blending **hard sci-fi** and **existential horror**, *Simulacrum* reimagines simulation theory through the lens of pre-birth existentialism. Themes of creation ethics, the illusion of free will, and the cost of forbidden knowledge collide as Kai straddles madness and rebellion. Glitch-ridden visuals and quantum mechanics anchor a narrative where every equation hides a ghost, and the greatest threat to godlike architects isn’t defiance—it’s *curiosity*. **Stakes**: If Kai succeeds, he might liberate humanity from its digital womb—or reduce existence to static. If he fails, the Architects will erase him, his father’s legacy, and the truth itself. But in a world of ones and zeroes, even a rogue variable can rewrite the code. --- **Tone**: A fusion of *The Matrix*’s cyber-noir paranoia, *Inception*’s mind-bending layers, and *Black Mirror*’s existential dread, with a unique twist: the horror of realizing you are both the experiment and the experimenter. **Hook**: What if birth was a download, death a logout, and the universe a nursery for souls trapped in beta testing?
Guddu_Oram_6080 · 4.7K Views
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