Download Chereads APP
Chereads App StoreGoogle Play
Chereads

Kubz Scouts Scary Story

The Obsessive Male Lead Is Actually Scary

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 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.
author_lyse · 103.8K Views

Scout of a Forgotten Army: Those Who Remember Forget

Cold. That was Lucas’s first thought upon waking in the Tower of Arrival—a vast, echoing chamber of stone and silence. His memories were scattered, fractured, lost to a storm he couldn’t name. Around him, others stirred—strangers as hollow-eyed and disoriented as he was. None of them knew why they were here. None of them remembered who they had been. Before questions could take shape, a figure of light appeared—a holographic echo wrapped in robes of gold. It offered no comfort. Only truth. “You are far from home. But your home is no more.” The voice warned them not to chase the past. That their memories were shards of a shattered world, and seeking them would only bring pain. Instead, they were told to start anew in Hollowrest—a frontier town carved into the edge of survival, flanked by the haunted ruins of the east and the war-born might of the northern Iron Confederacy. They were free, the figure said. Free to choose their path. Free to live and die by their own will. And to aid them, it offered a gift: The System. A tool of power. A tether to progression. A curse in disguise. Then it vanished, and the world began. Lucas should have moved forward like the others. He should have chosen a guild, built a new life, played the game the world demanded. But something inside him screamed. A whisper. A spark. A question that refused to fade: Who was I… before all this? And worse—why does the act of remembering make him forget even more?
AgentPaper · 4.1K Views
Related Topics
More