Scary Things Kids Say

He was the feral Alpha King buried beneath the mountain. She was the cursed girl they offered to him as sacrifice to end the famine plaguing their lands. ...but what sleeps beneath the mountain is no myth. Ruvan, the first Alpha. Imprisoned, driven to utter madness, and starved of power. Solenne, the packless she-wolf known as the Harbinger of Misfortune. With the power of cursed speech, she is able to kill and bend the world to her will with only one word. To avoid hurting others, she hasn't spoken a single syllable since she was a child. Feared and rejected by her own people, she is given to the mountain in a forbidden ritual-sacrifice... and her scent stirs the beast that slumbers beneath it. His mate. Ruvan will stop at nothing to claim what's his, even if that means storming the heavens and finding the cure to her curse just to hear her speak his name. ---- She saw stars behind her eyes and felt constellations carved into her skin with every lingering touch and each press of his mouth. He painted the night sky onto her body, not with a brush, but with his lips, hands, and his insatiable hunger—until her lungs were empty and her heart soared so high it must’ve kissed the moon. “Solenne,” Ruvan murmured, voice low and reverent, like a prayer. She shivered; the sound of her name on his lips felt like heaven. Ruvan pressed his palm to her stomach, anchoring her as he leaned in, mouth brushing the hollow of her throat. His hand rose, slow and shaking, tracing the shape of her jaw like it was a sight made only for him. His thumb brushed the corner of her mouth and his eyes burned as he studied her. “You feel like the stars,” he whispered, “Mesmerizing and bright... something that I want to capture and keep to myself." And then he kissed her; it was a deep, aching vow he couldn’t speak aloud. A promise made only in breath, heat, and need. When they parted, he gently pressed his forehead against hers. His voice dipped lower… uncertain, maybe even afraid: “Say my name?” -- R18, werewolves, fated love, weak to strong... I hope you enjoy my second entry for 2025 WSA. :) give it a shot~

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..

Kyle Damian's life was already complicated, living with his hardworking mother after his father's untimely death. But everything changes the night he encounters a cursed artifact in the Draken City Museum-a mysterious box that unleashes a dark, ancient power. Now, Kyle is bound to Raknar, a malevolent demon who offers him unimaginable strength at the cost of his humanity. As Kyle grapples with his newfound abilities and the sinister presence lurking in his mind, he is thrust into a deadly conflict with Mr. Borgov, the ruthless leader of the Red Hornet Mafia. Borgov will stop at nothing to eliminate Kyle, whose supernatural powers pose a threat to his criminal empire. But as Kyle battles Borgov's forces, he faces an even greater danger-losing control to Raknar, who seeks to bend him to his will. Torn between protecting his loved ones and resisting the demon's influence, Kyle must navigate a world where trust is scarce, and enemies are everywhere. As the line between hero and monster blurs, Kyle is forced to confront the darkest parts of himself. Will he succumb to the power within, or will he find a way to fight back and reclaim his life? In a high-stakes battle where the supernatural collides with the criminal underworld, Kyle must decide how far he's willing to go to protect those he loves-and whether he can do so without losing his soul.

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

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.

A World ruled by kings one king attacked an small Village killing Sai family he vowed to free the village

I just.... ended with a husband and two kids......

Minara transmigrated to the interstellar era, and the only way to survive is to stop the villains from destroying the world. She thought it would be a tough battle of wits and strength. However, Villain No. 1, a fluffy little ball, is clinging to her leg, begging for hugs. Villain No. 2, another fluffy ball, is nestled in her arms, chewing on their own chubby little feet. Villain No. 3, yet another fluffy ball, sprawls out...

In a harsh world where hope feels like a forgotten luxury, a boy faces impossible choices and the price of holding onto a dream may be more than he can bear.

Every person sees the world through their own lens. The same question can lead to countless different answers — shaped by age, experience, and emotions. In this interactive series, I ask one thought-provoking question each day. Readers from all walks of life share their personal thoughts. My goal is to collect these voices and understand how different age groups think, feel, and respond to the same idea. Join the journey. Share your truth. Let’s discover the wisdom hidden in our everyday thoughts. *This is an interactive non fiction/ essay style series.

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 grown tired of living? Ever thought the emotions you are feeling can be faked and are temporary? Ever thought death is better than life? But didn't have the courage to accept death even after longing for it because there are people in the world Who don't want you to die, your death will bring sorrow to them and you don't want that. The constant feeling of helplessness, the desire to end everything, to come out of the Matrix you are trapped in, have you ever felt it? Ever questioned, Is this the actual way to live a life? Ever wished for an eternal sleep? I don't know what your answers are to these questions but for the mc of this book, the answers are all in positive. Meet Keeran Ambani, the protagonist who is even capable of faking her own emotions. Countless times she has drowned herself in sorrows of others. It was like recreation of their emotions in her heart. She yearned for death, for the eternal sleep it will bring to her. She didn't want to exist anymore for it was tiring and very boring to her. Very weird right? For this weirdness of hers she got a chance to become a host of a quick transmigration system. Her mission was to save the poor souls who wanted to live desperately and didn't want to give in to the one who wrote their destiny. She was torn between choosing eternal sleep and the QT system then she saw that in the benefits section it was mentioned that the host can sleep for as long as he or she wants to. ‘ It's like time skip.’ she thought and that option was the one which prompted her to choose the QT system. And later she didn't like this decision of hers at all, not that she regretted it. The reason behind this is here- Dot: ' What's your plan now? Till now all you have done is acting, acting like a lovelorn fool.' Keeran: ' I'll take things as they come.' Dot: ' Dot wants a change of host.' Keeran: ' I also want a change of system.' Dot: ' Useless bish' Keeran: ' Pointless ball' Dot: ' Failure of the century ' Keeran: ' A round shit in my treasury ' Dot: ' Brainless Barbie ' Keeran: ' Bald Beggar ' Dot: ' How is Dot a beggar? ' Keeran: ' How is Keeran brainless? ' Dot: ' Wait! It got a notification.' Keeran: ' What is it? ' She didn't like to argue, she would rather comply than to argue with someone given that the other party needs to be some living being but with the system she doesn't want to give in. And that's how her journey as a quick transmigrator started which made her realise what true Matrix is.

For nine years, he’s been the king of awkward side-glances and silent admiration, hopelessly crushing on her, Mabel Dorothea, from afar. Now, with just nine days before school ends, this socially anxious high schooler, Eric Russel, has to do the unthinkable: actually talk to her. Armed with sweaty palms, zero experience, and a ticking clock, he’s about to embark on the most nerve-wracking mission of his life. Will he find the guts to confess, or will his inner monologue keep roasting him into silence? "Thinking of her... She would either become my wife or my biggest heartbreak"

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!

They are neither aliens nor the product of dark magic. So, what exactly are these bizarre creatures that have been secretly colonizing Earth? This world has never known peace—only a ceaseless cycle of war, suffering, and loss. Families have been torn apart, fathers are becoming sonless, mothers are becoming daughterless, and somehow, it still isn’t enough. The darkness only grows stronger. In the midst of this chaos, Nas and his devoted companions find themselves battling the dreaded Legion of Chaos. But just as their fight seems hopeless, they inadvertently stumble upon something entirely unexpected—an unidentified force that may hold the key to defeating these creatures. A weapon or a power so potent, it could turn the tide of the war in their favor. But the discovery comes with a chilling uncertainty. What exactly have they uncovered? What are the true costs of unleashing such a force? The answers are far from clear, and the stakes are higher than ever. Could this power be their salvation, or is it merely a trap, leading them into an even darker future? The fate of their world depends on their next move, but the question remains: Is this newfound strength enough to stop the creatures, or is it just another illusion, another false hope dangling before them? Though Nas stands as the hero of this war, each of his companions holds an indispensable role in the battle. The fate of everyone they love, and the future of Earth itself, rests on their unity and resolve. But how far are they willing to go to secure victory? What sacrifices will they have to make—and will they survive the cost? Hey everyone, I hope today is going well for everyone. I'd want to point out that this is my first novel, so there will undoubtedly be errors and possibly bad narrative, character development, or even story pacing. Please feel free to explain my errors in the comments section so that I can improve or correct them. Regards, The Writer Note: Gore, Violence, and Bad language are not for kids under 17 No Harem. there will be romance in some chapters but not that kind of stuff.

Kimberly est secrètement amoureuse de Jordan Collins, un célèbre basketteur de son lycée, depuis un bon moment. Sa fascination pour lui est telle qu'elle le stalkait assidûment sur tous les réseaux sociaux, que ce soit Facebook, Snapchat, TikTok ou même Tinder. Son obsession est si profonde qu'elle avait même choisi "Jordanlebg" comme mot de passe Wifi, un choix qui s'est retourné contre elle lorsque son voisin a réussi à pirater son ordinateur pour se connecter à son réseau. Mais là n’est pas le pire, son voisin en question se trouve être le meilleur ami de Jordan, et il a maintenant un accès privilégié à la vie de Kimberly et sait presque tout sur ses sentiments pour Jordan. Face à cette situation délicate, Kimberly se demande quoi faire. Devrait-elle prendre le risque de révéler ses sentiments à Jordan au risque d’être rejetée ou devrait-elle garder son secret pour elle-même ? "- Et puis, putain, je te jure que si tu lui dis, je porte plainte pour piratage informatique. - Et moi pour harcèlement. Je suis sûr que ça intéresserait les flics de savoir que tu stalkes les gens. C’est à se demander si tu n'as pas une photo nue de lui. - Ah, ta gueule !", meugle-t-elle, énervée. Bradley glousse, son regard moqueur se pose sur elle alors qu'il s'humecte lentement les lèvres, laissant planer un suspense taquin dans l'air chargé d'électricité. - Ça fait combien de temps que tu es amoureuse de lui?" lance-t-il, un sourire narquois aux lèvres, cherchant à percer le mystère qui entoure les sentiments de la jeune fille. - D-deux ans," répond-elle du tac au tac, sa voix légèrement tremblante trahissant une émotion contenue depuis trop longtemps. Et là, c'est la goutte d'eau qui fait déborder le vase. Bradley éclate de rire, un rire contagieux qui résonne dans la pièce, secouant son corps de spasmes incontrôlables. Puis, soudain, son expression se fait plus sérieuse, son regard plongeant dans celui de la jeune fille avec une intensité troublante. - Merde, t'as quel âge, 15 ans?" lance-t-il, mêlant moquerie et incrédulité, avant d'être interrompu par un soupire agacé de la part de Beverly , qui réplique avec une pointe d’énervement: "Vas te faire foutre!" - Mais plus sérieusement, tu es mignonne et tout, mais..." Il s'interrompt, la dévisageant d'un air critique, son regard balayant son apparence de haut en bas avec une franchise désarmante . "Mais je ne pense pas que Jordan serait intéressé par une fille qui porte encore une culotte Hello Kitty," lâche-t-il finalement, pointant du doigt un détail embarrassant que la jeune fille n'avait pas remarqué. Instinctivement, elle baisse les yeux sur son pantalon, réalisant avec horreur qu'elle a oublié de refermer sa fermeture éclair. Son visage s'empourpre instantanément, trahissant son embarras dans un éclat de rouge vif qui contraste avec la gravité de la situation.

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.

Who says you can't love someone while also feeling hate? Who says a person’s name must be tied to their family? Who says love has to come easily? Who says you should always rely on your family? Who says who is bad and who is good in this world? Who says your voice can't bring pleasure to others? Who says friends are just friends? Who says a broken promise can't be fixed over time? Who says your closest friend always puts you first? Who says a dream can't turn into a nightmare? Who says the best strategy can’t backfire? Who says a ring is just an accessory? Who says you can't love someone so deeply that you'd sacrifice everything for them, even yourself…? Who says legal mafias don't exist anymore? No one can tell you what’s right or wrong...

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..