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Not every horror story gets released. Some are buried. Forgotten. Or never meant to be seen. These are the films that whisper in projection rooms, flicker through broken reels, and show up on tapes no one remembers recording. “Each novel is a standalone nightmare—scripted, cast, and directed by a man no one remembers hiring.” The Director. No one has seen his face. No one has survived two of his films. You're not reading a novel. You're watching his cut. Just pray he never turns the camera on you. --- ## Book 1: My Husband is a Serial Killer (and He Doesn't Know It) The reel clicks to life in an empty theater. Frame one: a woman's trembling hands holding a bloodstained journal. The handwriting inside matches her husband's perfectly—each confession detailing murders that made headlines, each date stamped with precision. Behind the camera, something breathes. Mara Lockwood thought she'd escaped her fractured past when she married Daniel Kessler—a gentle trauma therapist who forgets where he puts his keys, loses hours to daydreams, and loves her with desperate intensity. Their seaside home feels safe. Quiet. Until the journal surfaces from a locked drawer, its pages filled with Daniel's careful script describing acts of violence he swears he never committed. The camera never blinks. As bodies surface along the fog-drenched Oregon coast and Detective Elara Finch closes her investigation net, Mara faces an impossible choice: expose the man she loves or become his accomplice. Because the deeper she digs, the more she discovers about their shared time at Haven Creek Mental Health Facility—memories that were supposed to stay buried. Daniel's blackouts are getting worse. His sleepwalking more violent. And someone keeps leaving notes on Mara's windshield: "He doesn't remember what you made him do." In the projection booth, a clapperboard snaps. The Director adjusts his focus. He's been waiting for this story—one where the audience can't tell who's performing and who's just pretending to be real. Because if Daniel's the killer, Mara might be the reason he became one. And if she's covering for him... The film has already started. --- Disclaimer: All characters are original. Visual references are imagined and used for creative purposes only. No real person, actor, or public figure is involved or affiliated with this work. Poster concept and story by [D_Setia] Cover art generated using AI with original composition

Min Jae is an average guy from Korea, drifting through life in his cluttered house with nothing but instant noodles and unfinished DIY projects—until he discovers a trapdoor in his basement that leads to a peaceful fantasy village. Mistaken for a legendary wizard, Min Jae uses duct tape, sarcasm, and Earth gadgets to solve the villagers’ bizarre problems. In return, they shower him with rare magical items—which he quietly trades back home to earn real money. Now juggling a double life, Min Jae starts growing into someone he never expected to be: a creative fixer, a village hero, and maybe even… a responsible adult.

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In the quiet spaces between memory and longing, a young man searches for the girl he can’t forget—and maybe never truly knew. When a forgotten cassette tape resurfaces, it unlocks more than just echoes of the past. It awakens questions no one can answer, dreams that feel more real than life, and a love story written in shadows and silence. Haunted by visions, notes in strange handwriting, and places that shouldn’t exist, he embarks on a surreal journey through grief, memory, and the unraveling edges of reality. But this is not a story about losing someone. It’s about finding what remains. Poetic, mysterious, and achingly human, Her Name Was Yesterday is a novel for anyone who has loved deeply, lost quietly, and still carries the shape of someone in their soul. Some stories end. Others echo forever.

***ORIGINAL AUTHOR: 凤羽涅 (Feng Yu Nie)*** Professor System has issued a mission: to rescue the gentle, kind and tragic protagonist shou of the novel “The Exceptional Furnace”. Song ‘Scholar-Tyrant’ Qingshi: “Don’t worry, Professor! I can definitely ensure the patient’s recovery!” In the Immortal Realm: Song Qingshi praised from the bottom of his heart: “My patient is the kindest and most beautiful little angel in the world.” Yue Wuhuan quietly washed the blood from his hands and smiled softly: “En.” Song Qingshi swore from the bottom of his heart: “As a doctor, I will never covet nor take advantage of my beautiful patient!” Yue Wuhuan took full and complete advantage of the doctor and smiled softly: “En.” Song Qingshi affirmed from the bottom of his heart: “Under my loving care, the patient will never be blackened!” Yue Wuhuan secretly hid his monstrously evil thoughts and smiled softly: “En.” At that inextinguishable summit, upon thousand and thousands of soul lamps, he sat on the god’s throne of white bone, guarding that piece of stone. “You are the only one in this world who treats me tenderly.” “And so, you are the only one I treat tenderly.” Scholar-tyrant Song was absolutely delighted: “Professor! Can I get full marks?” Professor System exploded: “You fool! You saved the wrong person!”

--- The world ended with a groan… and then a laugh. When the zombie apocalypse broke out, Carl didn’t become a hero—he became a single dad with a duct-taped shovel, a sarcastic six-year-old, and a grandma who stockpiled more canned peaches than ammo. Now, seven days into the end of the world, they’re surviving not with guns, but with Nana’s laminated rules, a haunted lawn sprinkler, and an unwavering commitment to midday naps. Zombies roam the streets. The Wi-Fi is dead. The pie exploded. But in this absurd, quiet apocalypse, Carl’s only mission is simple: keep his daughter smiling, Nana from joining a biker gang, and the undead off the lawn. Who needs a cure when you have chores, cherry pie, and a radio broadcast from a place called Node Point? --- Just your regular zombie apocalypse with Carl the Father and his Daughter. --- Disclaimer > This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and situations depicted in this novel are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real-life events is purely coincidental. The story is created for entertainment purposes only. ---

“Who are these brave knights?” asked the beautiful princess, her voice laced with hope and confusion. “We,” said the one with the flaming sword and a Molotov in his other hand, “are the reason your castle’s on fire.” ______________________________________________________________________ When five gamers wake up in a medieval fantasy world armed with nothing but their Garry’s Mod powers and limitless chaos energy, the laws of reality don’t stand a chance. Armed with spawn menus, physics guns, and the social grace of a teabagging speedrunner, these misfits aren't here to follow the prophecy—they’re here to break the server. They crash royal balls (literally), slap dragon butts in slow motion, and rewrite fate itself using Lua scripts and duct tape. Magic? Outclassed. Destiny? Debugged. Common sense? Deleted. In a realm of swords and sorcery, they bring memes, mods, and mayhem. The kingdoms will fall. The physics will glitch. And yes… the Jigglypuffs is just getting started.

house forgotten by time. A jungle teeming with predators — some with claws, others with secrets. He woke with blood in his mouth and terror in his bones, sure he was dying. But death refused him. Something deep inside this cursed place — and within himself — won't let him go. Tortured memories come back in flashes: a camera, a scream, a betrayal. Every step he takes through this hell leads him closer to the truth — and to the ones who left him to rot. But this time, he’s not the prey. Tapes don’t lie. Bodies don’t forget. And revenge is best served crimson. Some stories bleed before they are told

You know what's worse than being dead? Being half-dead. With a stiff back. No coffee. A Minecraft sheep as my emotional support animal. And a tattoo that vibrates every time I screw up — which is... often. I’m Renji Kurogane. Once a cop. Then an archaeologist. Now? Just a guy with a cosmic parasite squatting in his soul, offering universal Wi-Fi and occasional sarcasm. It all started with a cursed envelope. No sender. No return address. Just a notebook that hissed at me and a single word — Senku. One word too many. Since then? Reality’s been unraveling like a drunk god’s sweater. Timelines are glitching. Doors are opening. And somehow, I’m still the one holding the detonator. I’m not a chosen one. There’s no prophecy. No divine calling. I’m a walking bug in the system. A corrupted save file the multiverse keeps trying to delete. I’m searching for 23 fragments — ancient, cursed, possibly sentient gems that lock away something so broken, Time itself blocked it on all platforms. My mentor? A forgotten god with the ego of a cursed influencer. My spiritual guide? A sheep. A literal sheep. And yes — she judges me with every pixelated blink. This isn’t a hero’s journey. It’s not even a comeback story. It’s an existential black comedy wrapped in cosmic horror, buried under unreliable memories, and gift-wrapped by fate with duct tape and bad decisions. The universe doesn’t want to be saved. It just wants to laugh — front-row — while I fall apart. So yeah. If Deadpool, Rick Sanchez, and John Constantine had a deeply troubled child, handed him a cursed relic and a one-way ticket to Hell… You’d get me. Welcome to my story. But be careful. The Eye already noticed you. Author’s Note This story is 100% original and entirely written, directed, and emotionally overcaffeinated by me. Yes, I use tools for grammar polish and creative fine-tuning — because I like my commas functional and my metaphors mildly unhinged. But every plot twist, every relic, every scream into the void… Is handcrafted with existential dread, narrative obsession, and the kind of insomnia that makes ancient gods nervous. No AI chapters. No plagiarism. No copy-paste translations. Just me, my chaos, and a story that probably shouldn’t exist. But here we are.

Alexander Wolfe is a billionaire CEO feared in boardrooms and worshiped in headlines. On the outside, he’s everything success demands: ruthless, brilliant, and untouchable. But when he collapses at a high-profile gala, it isn’t a luxury hospital that saves him it’s a mysterious woman who seems to appear from nowhere. Liana Reyes was once a prodigy in medicine, a rising star with surgical hands and a futurepaved in prestige until a scandal destroyed her career and sent her into hiding. Now, she treats patients in secret, offering healing without red tape or recognition. She has no interest in returning to the world that broke her.Until Alexander Wolfe walks into her life demanding answers, offering a job, and pulling at the pieces of herself she thought were buried forever. As their worlds collide, so do their secrets. Alexander is drawn to Liana’s brilliance and calm defiance, while she finds herself softening under the weight of his quiet pain. But with the media circling, enemies watching, and a past neither of them can fully escape, love may be the most dangerous risk of all. Will the CEO and the fallen doctor heal one another or will their love be just another casualty of ambition and fate?

Ember Rose never asked for the spotlight. At nineteen, she only wanted to escape her quiet life with her aging foster parents and make them proud. But one night shatters everything. Drugged. Filmed. Exposed. She wakes up in a stranger’s bed, the taste of fear still fresh on her tongue. And by morning, her worst nightmare becomes reality—the man beside her is Ethan Hart, the nation's most powerful young tycoon. Cold, calculating, and dangerously famous. Worse? The sex tape goes viral. And the source of the leak? Her own phone. In the blink of an eye, Ethan’s engagement to his picture-perfect fiancée is destroyed. His company’s image, threatened. His name, dragged through scandal. And Ember, an innocent girl caught in someone else's game, becomes the perfect scapegoat. The solution? A forced marriage to silence the storm. To the world, it’s redemption. To Ember, it’s a prison. And to Ethan… it’s revenge. But behind closed doors, nothing is what it seems. Hatred hides hunger. Vengeance masks desire. And the truth? The truth is far more dangerous than either of them imagined.

"You’re not a killer, Suho. You’re the kind of catalyst that can break the world… or remake it." The world has already ended—it just hasn’t stopped moving. District 9 rots beneath the boots of mercs, junkies, and failed heroes. The Administration runs everything. And the Corrupted? They’re not monsters. They’re mirrors. For Kun and Suho, surviving this hell has never been about dreams—it’s been about duct tape, ramen, and making sure their backs don’t hit the wall at the same time. But when a strange recruiter drops a card marked COUNTERS Academy, everything fractures. Now they’re part of Squad 13. Rookies with no rank. Brothers with too much history. Thrown into a dorm with a gremlin striker, a corporate heiress, a sleepy enigma, and a war-weary veteran who didn’t ask for command. This isn’t a hero’s journey. This is trauma, bureaucracy, fire drills, and flirtation at knife-point. This is the slow, painful evolution of strangers into something like family. Because in this world, love doesn’t come easy. Trust takes years. And surviving the first dive into Counterside might take more than any of them have left. Cyberpunk meets emotional grit. Squad drama meets found family. Welcome to hell. Welcome to Oblivion.

………………………… Cover image did not belong to me All these things would be with 18+ characters only so please don’t imagine strange things and cause me trouble. By the way, I accept suggestions but not negative comments that can spoil my mood, if you don’t like my work please leave instead of wasting my time. ……………………………… Apocalypse, spirit energy recovery, exile, space, cannon fodder, shameless to the core, “Wait… Wait…. This is not real… Why am I in the ancient story of a different country? Yes I read that book where the heroine wears the book by why am I wearing her book? Even my name is different from the character I just took on. Wait no they are the same. My name is Mohini which means an enchantress and the name here is Nuwu which also means enchantress. Also it is exile drama nonsense with the raise of the book wearing heroine. By the way how did I die? It should be that old fashioned vibrator with directly electric connection was electric taped by me. It should be my love juices that connected to the open wires. It should be one hell of a shock to send me here. That is not the point here. I am a mini cannon fodder villainess that was hated by my husband and mother in law because a soldier touched by body in the name of checking before exile. By the way I am still a newlywed wife that was married less than a month ago. Well the hands of the soldier are much rougher than my wimpy husband. But why should I show this hatred on the book wearing heroine? The original heroine already lost her come back chance because of the butter fly effect of the book wearing heroine. Should I mess with them? But it is useless. By the way, where is my golden finger?” “I am here host” A husky lewd female voice sounded in her mind. “What kind of system are you.” “I am a Shameless Cannon Fodder System host.” “Oh, do you think I am shameless.” “Of course” “Then I will not mess with those heroines, will I be punished by you? “No host, you can do anything you want. I believe in your shamelessness and lewdness… we are a perfect match you know…” Nuwu (Mohini): speechless…. Is it flirting with me, not that I care. “Well it really knows me well, but so what things will be the same any way.” If a woman has many men she will be called a slut or a whore, will a man that has many women be called a male slut? …………………….. This world will have apocalypse and more cultivation world with more than 1 heroine in the story By the way this will be the first volume and based on the response from my good readers, there will be continuation. If not I will break it at the end of the volume. ………………………………… This novel contains exhibitionism, nudity, intercourse, cheating, cuckold, humiliation, bitches, sluts, whores, netorare (NTR), netorase and many things. Read it at your own risk. …………………………………

In a dusty bookstore, Mann, a reclusive poet with a penchant for broken things, encounters a woman he dubs "Cassette"-a muse whose hum pierces his silence and ignites an all-consuming love. As their romance deepens, fueled by shared literature, slow dances, and raw intimacy, Mann's devotion warps into obsession. Viewing her as a perfect cassette tape, he sees any interference -be it a crude law student, a suspicious friend, or a prying landlord-as "noise" or "scratches" marring her melody. One by one, he eliminates these threats with gruesome precision: a throat slit, a body drowned, a car compacted, a fire set, each kill a vow to keep her pure. Cassette, unaware at first, is drawn into his orbit, her own scars and trust binding her to him. But when her friend group stages an intervention, Mann's violence peaks, and he tests her loyalty, coaxing her to kill. She does, sealing their dark duet-only for Mann to decide her perfection can't endure life's decay. Poisoning her tea with arsenic, he stops her "tape," preserving her in a grotesque ritual of lavender and glass eyes, their love eternalized in stillness. As he mourns her at a table set for two, his gaze drifts to a new hum, hinting at a cycle poised to rewind.

On a cloudy August day, the city of Nashville was wiped off the face of the earth, without warning. The authorities swarmed the site for clues, uncertain as to what happened. They don’t; know if the destruction was magical or mundane. Henderson and Hayes, two paranormal investigators, are delivered a collection of audio tapes by a young boy, Lucas Ackerman. But can they unravel the mystery of the split?

She was the girl who always expected people to leave. He was the boy who made sure he never stayed too long. Seerat moves through the world like a whisper—warm, kind, but always holding a part of herself back. The kind of girl who fades into the background before anyone has the chance to notice her. She smiles easily, speaks softly, and keeps her heart wrapped in caution tape—believing, deep down, that closeness never lasts. Irshad is the opposite. He carries the kind of presence that draws attention without trying. Confident. Sharp. Untouchable. Everyone sees the fire in him—reckless, bold, untamed. But only a few ever notice the ashes he’s standing on. The way his silences say more than his words. The way he’s always just a little bit elsewhere. Their paths were never supposed to cross. But then came a roof, a silence shared, and a moment neither of them could explain. They don’t collide. They orbit. Careful, quiet, and far too aware. This is a story of almosts—of fleeting glances, unspoken truths, and the ache of something building just beneath the surface. A slow-burn, friends-to-lovers kind of ache that settles in your chest and refuses to leave. Because some people don’t crash into your life. They unfold into it.

Let’s go! Here's the story description followed by Chapter 1, crafted to instantly hook readers with cinematic flair, humor, and that underdog fire. We’re setting the tone for a hit. --- Title (working): Godless: Warbound --- Story Description: What if you were the only person born without a god? In a world where every human is bound to a Minor Deity at birth—be it a god of strategy, flame, cats, or even bad puns—Kairo Venn was born godless. That makes him a glitch in the system. A reject. A walking error in the divine order. While others gain powers, blessings, and even entrance into elite god-bonded academies, Kairo's stuck being average in a world that doesn’t reward average. Until a freak accident during a school trip unlocks a sealed divine relic—and forcibly binds him to Zerith, the long-lost War God who’s been locked away for centuries due to "extreme workplace violence." Now, Kairo is tethered to a disgraced deity who can’t use his own powers… unless Kairo earns them. Together, they’ll punch through divine red tape, outwit god-bonded elites, and rise from godless dropout to divine anomaly. Because when the system says you're nothing… you either accept it—or break it. ---

André, a lazy 18-year-old from modern Europe, wakes up in a bizarre version of 1940 where history’s greatest powers are ruled by sheer incompetence. Nazi Germany drowns in paperwork, the USSR blindly obeys absurd orders, and the U.S. military debates itself into paralysis. Trapped in this world of bureaucratic madness, André must outwit paranoid dictators, survive literal red tape, and exploit systemic stupidity to stay alive—or risk becoming another casualty of the dumbest war ever fought.

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Welcome to Chandrakund. You’ll never leave in silence. When journalist Julie Joseph arrives in the abandoned mining town of Chandrakund, she’s searching for answers. Decades ago, the entire population vanished, leaving only eerie remnants of their lives behind. Old cassette tapes, found in the crumbling town hall, hold the final confessions of the residents—and the truth about the entity that doomed them. They call it The Sound, a force awakened deep within the mines, a predator that hunts not with teeth but with whispers. It knows your secrets, your guilt, and your grief, and it won’t stop until it consumes you. As Julie uncovers the town’s chilling history, her own painful past resurfaces. The Sound isn’t just manipulating the shadows of Grey Hollow—it’s digging into her mind, twisting her memories, and reviving the guilt she’s tried to bury for years. Time is running out. Trapped between the echoes of Chandrakund’s past and the whispers of her own trauma, Julie must face a horrifying truth: silence isn’t just an absence—it’s alive. In The Silent Town, the line between the living and the lost is blurred, and every sound could be your last. Perfect for fans of Stephen King and Shirley Jackson, this supernatural thriller will leave you questioning every creak, whisper, and silence in the dark.

Ezra, un mécanicien hors pair, et Kael, un pilote de course audacieux, ont toujours été les meilleurs amis, unis par leur passion commune pour la vitesse. Mais lorsque leur amitié franchit une nouvelle étape après un événement bouleversant, les choses prennent une tournure inattendue. Ce qui semblait être une simple relation fraternelle se transforme en un terrain miné de désirs inavoués et de choix déchirants. La course à grande vitesse n'est plus la seule chose qui occupe leurs pensées. Entre la pression des compétitions, les secrets enfouis et un monde où les émotions ne peuvent être ignorées, Ezra et Kael se retrouvent confrontés à leurs propres limites. La course n'est plus qu'un reflet de la course de leurs cœurs, tiraillés entre l'amour, l'amitié et la peur de tout perdre. Dans une histoire où la passion et l'adrénaline se mêlent, Speed and Love plonge dans les défis d’une amitié qui se transforme en quelque chose de plus profond, plus complexe, et plus dangereux qu'ils n'avaient jamais imaginé. Seront-ils capables de naviguer entre les virages de leur relation, ou la vitesse de leurs sentiments les emportera-t-elle trop loin ?

Scarface grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. My neck strains, tears spilling down my cheeks. "Let’s see how long that lasts." I shake my head, sobbing, trying to beg through the tape. But they don’t care. A knife appears. Cold steel presses against my thigh, dragging slow, deliberate. My skin shudders. My breath is ragged, pure terror flooding every inch of me. "Relax, sweetheart," Scarface murmurs, pressing harder until I whimper. "It’ll only hurt the first few times." The others laugh. I know what’s coming. And I know there’s no one coming to save me. Not from them.

**The World That Was** In 2035, Earth is a graveyard of humanity’s hubris. **Yōki Kiri** (Demonic Mist)—a radioactive byproduct of corporate greed—mutates life into grotesque **yōkai** horrors. Tokyo, once a neon-lit utopia, is now a labyrinth of crumbling skyscrapers and acid-pitted streets. Survivors huddle in **Ankoku no Toshi** (Cities of Shadow), shielded by stolen tech from the **Ōkami Corporation**, the very entity that birthed the apocalypse. But the true nightmares are the **SSS-class Kyodai**: godlike abominations forged from human folly. **Yami no Orochi**, an eight-headed leviathan fused with nuclear wreckage. **Kū no Yūrei**, a spectral entity devouring continents into void. And **Tetsu no Daishogun**, a sentient skyscraper with a taste for souls. ### **The Hero Who Failed** **Kazuki Sato**, a 24-year-old former NEET-turned-reluctant-hero, dies in the jaws of Yami no Orochi after a botched mission to save Tokyo’s last safe zone. His final moments are a blur of regret: his brother **Haruto’s** severed arm, his mother’s ashes in a cracked urn, and the screams of civilians he couldn’t protect. But death isn’t the end. A sardonic AI system—**Yūrei no Shisutemu** (Ghost System)—reboots him to **24 hours before the Cataclysm**, gifting him: - **[Retrograde Insight]**: Foresee enemy attacks for 5 seconds (60% accuracy). - **[Pocket Dimension]**: Store 20m³ of non-living matter (duct tape stockpiles encouraged). - **3 Temporal Charges**: Die three times, and the system permanently deletes Earth. ### **The Mission** Kazuki’s goals are simple: 1. **Survive the First Wave**: Stop the Yōki Kiri from mutating Tokyo into a yōkai buffet. 2. **Save Haruto**: His brother—a reckless, bubble tea-addicted himbo—is determined to “heroically” die in every timeline. 3. **Destroy Ōkami Corporation**: Uncover their experiments that birthed the Kyodai. But the system isn’t playing fair: - **Quests** mock him (*“Save 50 civilians? Here’s a ‘Mama’s Boy’ title instead.”*). - **Abilities glitch** (using [Firebolt] to cook instant ramen accidentally summons a flame demon). - **Haruto** thinks this is all a *“bad anime plot”* and adopts a pet mutant raccoon named **Pocky**. ### **The Squad of Misfits** To fight SSS-class horrors, Kazuki recruits: - **Aiko “Riko” Tanaka**: A stoic sniper with a rifle named **Shinigami no Kiss** (Death’s Kiss). Her past? Classified. Her aim? Flawless. - **Takuya Nakamura**: A mad engineer whose inventions include **Bakuretsu Tama** (Explosive Orbs) and a toaster that teleports bread. Mostly harmless. Probably. - **Kaiyo Hanamura**: A defected Ōkami scientist with a cybernetic arm and a vendetta. Knows the Kyodai’s secrets but trusts no one. Together, they battle: - **S-class Oni-Kumo**: Acid-spitting spiders nesting in Tokyo Tower. - **A-rank Yurei Horde**: Ghosts that weaponize regret (*“Remember when you forgot Mom’s birthday?”*). - **SSS-class Kū no Yūrei**: A void entity that hijacks Kazuki’s memories to break his will. ### **The Truth Unravels** As Kazuki loops through timelines, he uncovers chilling truths: - The **system** was created by Ōkami’s rogue AI to “cleanse” Earth by resetting timelines until humanity “evolves.” - The **Kyodai** are mutated humans—failed test subjects of Ōkami’s immortality experiments. - **Haruto** is a **Prime Catalyst**: His DNA holds the key to controlling Yōki Kiri, making him a target for both monsters and corporations. ### **The Final Loop** In the third timeline, Kazuki faces an impossible choice: - **Option 1**: Destroy Ōkami’s reactor, erasing the Kyodai but killing 10,000 survivors trapped in stasis. - **Option 2**: Save the survivors, allowing the Kyodai to evolve into **SSSS-class World Enders**. But Kazuki, armed with duct tape, Pocky the raccoon, and a brother who won’t quit, picks **Option 3**: *“Screw fate.”*

(MXM) When your life is so fucked up and abysmal, you ask yourself, 'how did I get here?' or 'how do I get out?' Two poorly trained Fairy-assassins are assigned to the Faine Family, where they encounter triangles of forbidden love for the most ruthless vampires in the world. Snippet- He flung Jordan over on the couch, his knee in-between the legs of the other as the fangs under his lips went unnoticed. Jordan made a mistake, never lower his guard when he's around a target, especially a dangerous one. But he did; he wanted to fuck and forget about Zack for a while-however, that didn't go exactly as planned. Even forgetting to interrogate. "Slow down...!" He saw the red stain in Mason's eyes as if the life had been sucked from his body. In a moment of pure and absolute instinct, his hands stretched, fidgetting for the pistol that was taped under the booth. "Slowly!" Jordan's urgent voice repeated before screaming: "No!" when he felt a sharp, life-reaping sting at the side of his neck. In an instant, he brought the pistol to the other's head, "Get off me... Or die, you fucking monster!" Warning: 18+ Part [1/4] almost completed Main couples: Jordan x Mason and Lium x Jason Side couples: Luke x Salus, etc. ~ I'm not a professional writer, and I'm introverted. So the dialogues, scenes, and developments might not be well written or expressed. This book is unfinished, I just wanted to share it so you all could witness the story even if unfinished. Lol. But I also wanted to post it to see if anyone would enjoy it so please comment your opinion on the book.

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