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Darling: Don't Open That Door

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.
Civia_Writes · 751 Views

Doomsday, Let's Open A Restaurant

Check out my other books In a world plagued by the relentless scourge of the undead and ferocious mutant creatures, one man finds himself at the heart of an extraordinary culinary adventure. Meet Xiao Feng, an ordinary chef who, by a twist of fate, awakens in a city overrun by zombies and bizarre mutants. Yet, amidst the chaos and devastation, he discovers a remarkable gift – the power of Culinary Mastery. Xiao Feng's restaurant, "Great Potential," becomes an oasis of safety in a city teeming with danger. Its mysterious defenses not only keep the undead hordes at bay but also shield it from the most devastating of calamities. Armed with a unique set of culinary skills, Xiao Feng embarks on a journey of survival, innovation, and flavor in a world where the distinction between life and death has blurred. As Xiao Feng ventures out into the treacherous streets of the fallen city, he encounters both the undead and living survivors, each with their own unique abilities and stories. His culinary creations not only fill empty stomachs but offer incredible attributes and power-ups to those who partake. But the challenges are enormous, and some encounters prove that not all monsters are mindless. With a growing menu of mutant ingredients and an expanding array of skills, Xiao Feng must navigate a treacherous path of survival while unlocking the secrets of his newfound abilities. He strives to complete missions issued by a mysterious system and unlock the full potential of his culinary prowess. "Doomsday, Let's Open a Restaurant" is a tale of resilience, creativity, and culinary artistry set against a backdrop of horror and uncertainty. Join Xiao Feng as he turns the art of cooking into a lifeline, serving hope on a plate and defying the apocalypse one dish at a time. Will his unique culinary skills be enough to survive in this nightmarish world?
Adam_2023 · 1.3M Views

When Bali Opened My Third Eye

The Island That Sees Through You *Genre: Supernatural Horror, Psychological Thriller, Travel Mystery* *Setting: Ubud, Bali – Summer of 2023* What if paradise sees your soul—and doesn’t let go? I never believed in ghosts. Not seriously. Not until the summer of 2023, when burnout from my tech job in Singapore led me to book a last-minute solo retreat to Bali. The plan was simple: unplug, heal, reset. But the island had other plans. What began as a peaceful vacation in a secluded villa outside Ubud quickly spiraled into a spiritual descent I couldn’t escape from. The villa was perfect—too perfect. Traditional Balinese design, surrounded by rice paddies, misty mornings, and ancient temples nearby. Every doorway adorned with daily offerings. Every night serenaded by distant gamelan music. For the first few days, I embraced it all. Meditation, yoga, local food, temple visits. Then came the dreams. A temple I hadn’t seen. A woman in white with her face half-covered in hair. A stare that pierced through the veil of sleep and left me frozen with fear. Whispers in a language I didn’t speak. Night after night, her presence grew stronger—until she crossed the threshold from dream into reality. Mirrors fogged on their own. Statues turned. Shadows moved in corners untouched by light. And always, the smell of frangipani before something happened. The villa, once tranquil, felt like a mouth slowly closing around me. Every inch of the house watched. Every offering seemed like a warning I was too late to understand. Locals avoided my gaze. Strangers placed offerings outside my room without a word. I visited a *balian*—a traditional Balinese healer—who told me, “You opened something. It saw you. Now it follows.” I wanted to laugh. But I couldn’t. Because deep down, I knew it was true. The woman wasn't a ghost in the Western sense. She was something older. A *penunggu*—a watcher bound to the land, awakened by disrespect or recognition. And I had done both. Through rituals, cryptic warnings, and a wooden idol with no eyes, I tried to make sense of the unraveling horror. I was told to let her "finish looking." But what does that mean when what she sees is you—your regrets, your secrets, your soul? This isn’t just a ghost story. It’s about the cost of being seen by something beyond comprehension. It’s about sacred land, and what happens when a tourist treats spirit like spectacle. It’s about the third eye opening not through meditation, but through fear. The island gave me what I didn’t ask for. And now, even after leaving Bali, the dreams haven’t stopped. If you’ve ever felt something watching you just out of view\... if you’ve ever visited a sacred place and felt *changed* afterward... you might understand. You might have opened a door, too. **“The Island That Sees Through You”** is a supernatural travel-horror novella written in a deeply immersive, personal style. A cross between *The Haunting of Hill House* and *Eat Pray Die*, this story takes readers on a slow-burn psychological descent through mysticism, madness, and a truth you cannot unsee. Welcome to Bali. She sees you now.
DaoistCFc4MX · 9.8K Views

My Glitched Streaming System: I Can Steal Sponsored Gifts

[Welcome Z-Streamer H48VW3. Your Stats have been evaluated and your rank is... E] 'The day I heard this, I had thought those words were the symphony of my death sentence. But when I looked up my System, I discovered that entering the Tower was not my end, but only the beginning.' [Name: Mee Min-ho, Rank: E] [Affinities, Equipment] [Inventory, Shop] [Coins: 0] [Developer Options] 'Developer options?' Min-ho stood shocked, wondering what this strange option was on his System menu. *** No one remembers when the Z-Tower appeared. One day, it tore the sky open — a spire of stone and lightning, challenging the gods themselves. Its purpose is a mystery. But to the world, it’s legend. Salvation for the desperate. A graveyard for the greedy. Every three years, the Tower opens. And every three years, the bold — Z-Streamers — step inside. They fight monsters, traps, and each other, risking their lives for views, glory, and unimaginable fortune. Most never return. Min-ho didn’t want glory. He wanted peace. But with debts crushing him, and a sister struggling for her life in a hospital bed, he had no choice but to enter the Tower’s deadly games. Fate handed him one chance: a broken System. A glitch that lets him steal the Sponsored Gifts of other Z-Streamers. Armed with this dangerous power, Min-ho begins his climb — stealing, scheming, surviving. But the Tower is watching. And the Tower doesn’t forgive those who cheat its game. *** Disclaimer: As an author and story lover, I value relationships and character dynamics above all else. At its core, this story is about people—how they struggle, grow, and endure together. That means the early chapters lean more toward setup and emotional groundwork. In other words, this will be a slow burner at first. But trust me—when it hits, it hits hard. Thanks for giving it a shot. Happy reading! :)
Ecoist_Stories · 174.9K Views

Shīzōng

"Zhou Hua Fan...Where do you plan to disappear now?" His voice was hoarse and sore thus successfully souring her little red nose. Leaning against the door that he had uncharacteristically pressed his trembling fists against instead of breaking down like he so wanted to in order to see her once more. Biting her lips, Hua Fan buries her face into her already shaking shoulders suppressing her cries. Wiping the endless tears falling into her arms when she continued to hear him plead her so quietly but desperately it tore her up inside. "Do you have to do this? Can't...Can't you let me love you?" The back of her hand was bitten raw as a soft sob broke free upon hearing his plea. ~~~~~~~~ Zhou Hua Fan did not accept other people's love or goodwill. Knowing from a young age that all of it came with strings attached her personality had already twisted before it could be fixed. No one saw it or tried to see it. People call Zhou Hua Fan a selfish demoness who would suck the bones from a person before lowering her head and apologizing. They despise her, they fear her, the lawless princess of the Zhou family. However, this princess who should have everything, does she really have it all? When asked this the people around her gave various answers. "She was pitiful." "No one hated her more than herself." "An unfortunate soul." Asked this question, the man with dark clouds permanently gathered above his head sharply raised his dagger-like gaze as if wanting to murder you who dared utter her name without permission. "You have no right to judge her."
Chezilla · 287K Views
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