Scary Things Caught On Camera

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 been 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.

Victor Drake, a 23-year-old kendo and martial arts prodigy, was on the path to becoming the greatest swordsman in modern history. Known for his goofy charm, kind heart, and unshakable determination, Victor lived for one thing: the sword. But during the finals of a fierce tournament, a tragic accident robbed him of his sight—derailing his dreams, but not his spirit. Despite the darkness, Victor sharpened his instincts, mastering a world of sound, scent, and motion. But his life took an even stranger turn when a blinding light and an ancient circle of magic pulled him into another world—a world in desperate need of heroes. Summoned alongside two chosen champions, Victor quickly learns he was brought here by accident. Yet fate had other plans. A translucent screen appears before him—Class: Blind Swordsman—unlocking unique powers that let him “see” through sound. Armed with this gift and a lifetime of discipline, Victor vows to chase his dream in this new world: to battle legendary swordmasters, defeat the Demon King, and etch his name into history—not as a hero, but as the greatest swordsman to ever live. Victor’s journey is one of action, comedy, and wild adventure. He joins an adventurer’s guild, explores deadly dungeons, helps oppressed villages and races across the land—from humans and demons to gods themselves. Wherever he walks, he fights not for justice or glory, but because the blade calls to him. Along the way, he gathers companions—strong swordswomen, enslaved souls yearning for freedom, noble-born misfits, even goddesses—all drawn to his charm, mystery, and unwavering will. Misunderstandings and political entanglements thrust him into chaos, but Victor dances through it with his rogue smile and deadly swordplay. He is not the Chosen Hero. He follows no prophecy. He is Victor Drake, the Blind Swordsman—battle-junkie, antihero, romantic, trickster, and warrior. And this is the legend of how history came to remember his name. Because in the end, you don’t need eyes to see destiny. You need heart—and a sword.

When two people grew up together finally realised their feelings. What would they do? An aloof semi-introvert girl A handsome male intelligent model "Should I act like every girls who keep the your picture and daydreaming of being your girlfriend? Hhmmpff... I never like being mainstream like others, Hung," she told him that few times. He can only pat her head and sigh. He dotted on her. Would she know her worth? Would she know she means more than anything to him? Found out their journey #sliceoflife #romance #urban

Just something I made in my free time, and that will be a waste not to upload.

——— I woke up to fingers running gently through my hair. At first, I thought I was dreaming, until the lullaby began. Low. Melodic. But wrong. It was that same language I'd heard through the walls, the one that makes your stomach twist and your teeth clench. She sat on the edge of my bed, I can’t see her face; it’s swallowed by the dark. But her hand keeps moving, slow and rhythmic, stroking my hair like she’s lulling something else to sleep. Her eyes are half-closed, swaying as she hums that twisted tune. And then I realize— I forgot to turn on my bedroom light before falling asleep. I kept my breathing slow and shallow, pretending to sleep. limbs screaming to move, to run, but something in me knows: Don’t let her know you’re awake. Don’t move. The singing stops. She sniffles. A choked, trembling sob leaks through her lips. She starts crying quietly, like she’s trying not to be heard. Like she’s afraid. “No...” she whispers, her voice cracking like a child’s. “He still dreams like a child… still soft…” I almost convince myself she’s sleep-talking— Until her hand suddenly tangles in my hair and pulls. I flinched and let out a sharp gasp. "Mama—!" She goes still. Her grip loosened… then shifts. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my trembling arms. Her face inches closer. I can smell her breath,..warm, wrong, too close. Her eyes are wide with terror. Her voice shakes as she hisses: “Don’t say anything." "Don’t say a word anymore.” I was too scared to speak. I couldn't even nod. She held me like that for a long, shuddering moment. Her breath was hot and ragged against my cheek. Her hands were too tight, like if she lets go, I’ll vanish. Her eyes darting around the room. Then, like a switch flipping, she goes completely still. "Mom?" I whispered, so softly it barely made a sound. She was at eye level with me. But she wasn't looking at me. She looked past me. Behind me.... No... no. It’s happening AGAIN. . This is not a safe novel. It's a collection of short, self-contained stories, each chapter unraveling a new descent, a different nightmare. Some stories are brief. Others not so. No heroes. No clean endings. Just answers that should have stayed buried. Read alone if you must. But don't say we didn't warn you. Reader Warning: This series contains psychological horror, disturbing imagery, death, and paranormal themes. Reader discretion is advised. Each chapter is a self-contained story, perfect for short, spine-tingling reads.

In a quiet world, Adam lived his life peacefully but it all changed when he woke up in an hospital bed with the ability..... Creation Of All Things Armed with this Overpowered ability, watch how Adam would uncover the truth of his world and beyond..

A girl named Klira finds herself caught between the quiet charm of Mr. K and the bold mischief of Mr. S, as the school year unfolds and the bonds among them grew stronger. she realises she has caught feelings for both of them but she can choose only one who will it be ??? A slice-of-life story full of teens trying to make the best of school days and full of chaos and maybe a sprinkle of love

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

what do want from me. mind games, labyrinths, videogames, I have it all but, you have none.

Have you ever wondered what happens after death? Will it be paradise? Follow Hybris, a man reborn in a strange world called Tellus — a place of magic, monsters, and mystery. He wakes trapped in a steel box, like a coffin, waiting to be released into a deadly trial to prove his worth — or die a second time. Will he stay sane, or delve into his lunacy? Do you want to see the pretty things beneath the earth?

A collection of short stories taken from the depths of my subconscious. Take a dive with me and experience the oddities of what lies beyond.

She loved him in silence. He saw her as home. Rayya has been in love with her best friend Gian since their second year of college. But bound by a promise never to fall for each other, she chooses silence over confession. When Gian begins dating someone else, Rayya’s quiet world starts to unravel. Anonymous poems, late-night umbrella walks, and near-confessions build a story of love that aches in every unspoken word. Will she ever tell him? Or will her love remain just another poem that never reached him?

My name is Toshiaki Honda, a game developer behind some of the most popular RPGs out there. Life was already great—until one day, I found myself transported to a world full of magic and fantasy! Is it dangerous? Is it tragic? No—this is the best thing that’s ever happened to me!

Am I a woman or a man? The question doesn't make sense at all. Can't Lufe see what's down in the pants? Everything doesn't make sense. Even the fact that he/she stood in a world where everything is alive—wait even rocks? EVERYTHING! Read 10 chapters first. Woe to the HM(me) if I disappoint you otherwise leave a review. Welcome on board—on this exciting journey!

Down-on-her luck noble Melari Lyddis Gaylen was once an Earl's daughter. Now she spends her days in exile deep in the forest, supposedly learning the mystical arts from her Grandmother, the Witch in the Woods. That is, until the day venerable Ninii Lyddis chokes on her breakfast and dies, leaving a woe-fully unprepared Melari as the new Witch in the Woods. Summoned by the king and with no option to decline, Melari treks down the mountain to face her liege lord. What he wants is a healer-- someone who can keep his beast of a cousin under control. He thought the aged Witch would sort him right out, but now that's not an option. In exchange for her ancestral home and a fortune, Melari must tame Duke Terran Nyvasik of Kirleen, a warrior who bears deep wounds in addition to a curse. In this time of peace, the king will stoop low to maintain the calm. By potion or other means -- whatever the means, under no circumstances is Duke Terran to go on the warpath. Can Melari handle the challenge? Teaser: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-O9xvQCLq6I

Short Synopsis: The Light That Fell Between When Reyansh, a reclusive photographer, captures the fleeting smile of a mysterious mute girl, he doesn’t expect his life to change. But Aira’s silence holds secrets, and her presence begins to unravel the shadows of his past. As their worlds collide, light and grief dance in quiet moments — and Reyansh must choose between staying in the dark or following the light that fell between them.

In this intimate blend of haikus, short poems, and razor-sharp reflections, Dem Blake dismantles silence and sculpts emotion with surgical precision. From heartbreak to power, seduction to betrayal, each piece is a glimpse into a mind that feels too deeply and trusts too rarely. This isn’t a book of love poems. It’s a book of control, release, and the soft war between wanting to be known—and refusing to be owned. These are the things he never said out loud. Until now.

Le Silence Au-Delà de Toute Chose” Et s’il existait une présence si fondamentale qu’aucune idée ne puisse la contenir ? Une entité si étrangère que même le concept d’existence ou de non-existence s’effondre à son contact ? Dans un cosmos sculpté par les courants du Réalisme Modal, où chaque pensée donne naissance à un monde réel, les lignées de dieux, les Ordres Taoïstes, et les Gardiens de la Cause s’affrontent dans l’ombre d’un effondrement ontologique imminent. L’équilibre entre les réalités possibles s’effrite, percé par une structure que rien ne semble pouvoir définir, une faille silencieuse dans la logique de tout ce qui fut jamais possible. Anameon, entité muette, source et silence de toute chose, se révèle peu à peu dans les fractures de la narration. Non pas en tant que force, mais en tant que négation de toute structure, dissolvant même la notion de pouvoir. Kaelen, dernier témoin du Tao Divisé, cherche à comprendre ce qu’il ne peut embrasser. Et dans sa quête, il découvre que le monde… n’est peut-être jamais né.

Maryann just a normal woman with tourette syndrome who didn't know love until he met Don Louis..