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Jeepers Creepers Amv

Fatal Bindings of a Psychotic Lover

【Crazy Reborn × Foodie Transmigrator】 When he held the knife of self-destruction and pierced through the hearts of two people, he smiled and said that he wanted to be buried forever on Valentine's Day. Reborn on the day he first saw her in the mental hospital, Henry Smith was surrounded by twisted mental power. This time, he had sharpened the shackles in advance - even if he had to break all her wings, he would raise the holy sister into his exclusive creeper. Forced to become the affectionate female lead, Clara Jones stumbled back when she saw the wedding ring handed to her. When the boy wrapped her wrist with a blood-stained ribbon, she trembled and took out a chocolate bar: "Little brother, do you want some dark chocolate to calm your nerves?" On the day when Wenya's bamboo horse sent the wedding dress, he crushed the ribs that stored the crystal core; When the thunderous ability user Lei Ming came to save the scene, he broke the wrist bone of the man holding the gun. All men who try to take away her gaze are made into wandering puppet zombies. "All doomsday dawns should be burned to ashes", moist fingertips roll over the cream at the corner of her lips, "I want my sister's eyes... only reflecting the blood-colored aurora of the demon king." Sick Notebook Double main line before and after wearing the book: It turns out that the hidden layer of the wedding ring cut open by the original owner at the end contains her implicit love for the sick younger brother (pseudo-sea king true salvation) Reverse ability: Mental control madman × space materialization foodie (whenever there is a crisis, the female lead will materialize a luxury sashimi platter) Doomsday Rose Tattoo: The blood-stained white ribbon at the beginning → the satin ribbon wrapped around the wedding dress → the baby blanket ribbon throughout the article [heart] Now, the fox-eyed younger brother is tilting his head to untie your nurse's uniform buttons, and the ice ability user in the distance is collapsing—— Push open / Use cheese cake to block his mouth
ella337 · 889 Views

The Discarded Book 1

The Umbrae Lunae existed before man, beautiful abominations birthed in the nightmares of mad gods. They wait for humanity to misstep, for the angels to look away. For the moment when they can cloak the world in moon shadows once again. But even horrors have children. Even nightmares must feed. One child, unlike the others, finds his way to a school for young abominations. Will he be a sheep cast before the wolves, or a terror that wears the skin of wool to entice the wolf close? The flesh of his body was his only coin, strips cut to pay debts that never ended. Everyone has scars, stories in a life led, lessons learned, and licks taken. Luminous bodies touched by darkness. There are a cursed few that are the opposite, black shadows consumed by scars, twisted minds devoured by diseased hungers, bodies tortured misshapen works of gouged flesh, silver lines of blade thin cuts, ragged tears of teeth and glass. For them, the scars are marks of homecoming, the mangled wasteland the only place they feel at peace. Hell is a place. It's made of concrete, steel and glass. It's the sounds of starving kids crying themselves to sleep, huddling into small balls as creepers come and take their due of innocence and tender meat. It's eating rotten food and carrying ticks in your hair. It’s having no one and nothing while surrounded by everything. It's the life of a street kid. What abomination was birthed in the corrupt womb of man’s cast-off shit? Pretty people don't know the power of ugly. They can't see the strength in a broken soul or the power in a calloused heart. Those secrets are for the discarded alone. Only the broken understand the grace of darkness. The blessed folds that hide scars and tears, the protection of its concealing umbra.
UncleanSoul · 169K Views

In Hollywood With A Simulator System: Start As An AMV Maker

[Year 1 - Age 23:] [You spent most of the year diving deep into creative projects. AMVs had always been your thing, but now your mind worked differently. You started producing content with a unique flair that had people buzzing.] [Year 2 - Age 24:] [Your creativity continued to skyrocket. You started collaborating with small content creators and indie filmmakers like King Chris, Dave Ardito, etc... helping them level up their production quality. Word of your talent spread quickly.] [Year 34 - Age 56:] [Virtual reality technology reached its peak, transforming every industry from healthcare to defense. The systems you helped develop allowed users to experience things once thought impossible.] [Year 35 - Age 57:] You kept pushing the limits of what was possible, even at 57. But something bigger was on the horizon. Governments from around the world were pooling their resources to launch a satellite into space. The project was massive, and they wanted you on board as a consultant. It was a huge step, one that would shape the future of humanity. You accepted the challenge. [Year 36 - Age 58:] The satellite was launched. It was a monumental achievement, and you were part of it. The satellite was meant to monitor space for any signs of alien life, among other things. You didn't think much of that part—after all, aliens? But as time would tell, it would be the most crucial aspect. [Year 37 - Age 59:] Strange signals started coming in from space, but nothing conclusive. You continued to work, unaware of the storm that was brewing. [Year 38 - Age 60:] The invasion came suddenly. Aliens descended upon Earth, and humanity wasn't ready. The chaos was unimaginable. You tried to use your skills to help in any way you could, but it wasn't enough. In the end, you were killed like 97% of the world's population. Your journey, and humanity's, had come to an abrupt and tragic end. [Simulation Over.]
Al_Azzidine_Barka · 3K Views
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