Baekhyun Fainted

Zhou Min, an ordinary teacher at a private primary school, goes about his daily routine, shuttling around the campus, repeating the monotonous tasks of lesson preparation, teaching, and homework correction. He's like a puppet confined to a fixed track, with no excitement in his life. This seemingly calm life is completely shattered on an ordinary teaching day. That day, he was standing on the podium, talking eloquently as usual, but he didn't notice at all that a faint and eerie light and shadow was quietly spreading in the corner of the classroom. Just as he turned around to write on the blackboard, a piercing chill suddenly hit him. Then, a mysterious force swept over him with overwhelming power. His eyes went dark, and his consciousness dissipated instantly. When Zhou Min regained consciousness again, he found himself in a dim place. The air was filled with a damp and rotten smell. Strange towering trees grew in a twisted manner, and the criss - crossing vines seemed to hide countless pairs of spying eyes. From time to time, deep roars and rustling sounds of unknown origin could be heard. It was as if this wild and uninhabited land hid countless unknown secrets and deadly crises. Who, or what kind of force, brought him here? And what terrifying truths are hidden in this unknown wilderness?

[WSA Entry 2025] [Disclaimer: This is not a story for the faint-hearted. It explores the darkest aspects of humanity—where morality is shattered, and power takes its place. Most readers won’t have the courage to face this unrelenting descent into shadows. I'm once again telling you if you can't handle deaths and violence and you seek happiness then please do not even touch this Novel. But maybe, just maybe, you’re different. Strong enough to confront the abyss and see what lies beyond. if so Prove it.] [Synopsis]: In a world teetering on the edge of chaos, seven empires vie for dominance, each more ruthless than the last. At the heart of this dark tapestry lies Narzan, a nation feared and despised, where cruelty is law and ambition a deadly game. The lands of mortals are but a fragile sanctuary, bordered by forbidden realms—the infernal Demon Realm, where nightmares are born; the accursed Lost Soul Realm, where the damned wander endlessly; and the enigmatic Elven Kingdom, shrouded in secrets and ancient power. These realms whisper of horrors and treasures that could reshape the very fabric of existence. Above it all looms the Arcana veli, an ancient force that binds life, death, and destiny. It stirs ominously, its threads tangling with shadows of betrayal, vengeance, and destruction. In this world where the strong devour the weak, hope is a fleeting illusion, and mercy is a tale for the foolish. Veythor is a man cursed by the fates, his existence a relentless cycle of suffering. Across three lives, he has endured betrayal, torment, and death. On Earth, he was a man broken by those he trusted—betrayed by family, ruined by love, and condemned to die in despair. In his second life, he met an even crueler fate, falling prey to monsters in human form. But Thalvoria, his third life, is the cruelest of all. A vast and merciless world, Thalvoria is ruled by beings of unimaginable power. Here, mages can sunder mountains with a thought, empires rise and fall in rivers of blood, and forgotten gods slumber beneath the earth. Mythical beasts stalk cursed forests, and the lands themselves seem to hunger for suffering. In Thalvoria, even the heavens cast shadows, and every choice is a gamble with damnation. Yet Veythor, battered and scarred, refuses to succumb. Haunted by memories of his past lives, he begins to weave his pain into something more dangerous. Every betrayal fuels his resolve, every scar sharpens his will. As the balance of power begins to shift and the Weave of Magic tightens its grip on the world, Veythor sets his sights on a singular goal: to seize control of his cursed destiny, no matter the cost. But in a land where salvation and damnation are two sides of the same coin, what will remain of a man who refuses to die? When the world itself hungers for blood, Veythor will rise—or he will drag all of Thalvoria into the abyss with him.

Two girls instigate revolution in isekai, turning the new world upside down. --- When high schoolers Jean and Leah tragically meet their end in an accident, they wake up not in the afterlife, but in a strange new world ruled by oppressive monarchies, ancient customs, and wildly bizarre creatures. With nothing but their wits, mismatched personalities, and the faint memory of their old lives, the two girls are thrust into the daily grind of a working-class existence. Jean—a reckless, blonde firecracker with a knack for starting trouble—and Leah, her quiet, brainy counterpart, find themselves laboring in increasingly worse circumstances under tyrannical overseers just to make the ends meet. While Leah dreams of stability and survival, Jean can’t help but rally the oppressed people into chants of revolution. Their journey soon takes them to the heart of this world’s inequalities, where their dynamic partnership turns them from clueless outsiders to accidental leaders of a growing rebellion, delivering otherworldly hope to a world that had never dared to envision such things could exist. As they navigate battles of ideals, budding romance, and a revolution that might just topple an empire, Jean and Leah will learn that in this strange, unjust world, the only thing more absurd than the rules is their unlikely falling for each other. Action. Comedy. Romance. And a bit of revolution. Welcome to a world where two unlikely heroines fight for freedom—and maybe, just maybe, find love amidst the chaos.

This is a world shrouded in darkness. The spreading Black Fog corrodes every living creature. The only protection for humanity lies in fire. But as the dark Epoch approached, the fires slowly extinguished. Countless strong Kingdoms became dens for Dark Monsters, humans lost contact with each other, and survivors trembled in the faint solitary light. Until Rod came to this world. "Damn, what's this cow and horse stuff, is it edible?" "This Soul, it's delicious." "As long as the will of fire remains unextinguished, I believe, one day, humanity will once again illuminate this world and burn all spectral vermin to ashes." "Even if I'm mired in darkness, bearing the Dream Realm, I can still support this world!" "We've won!" —— The world is about to fall, the Abyss looms at our side. And I will raise this Unique flame to light up the world. Yes, I am the last King of Darkness. But... Hello? Anyone, save me.

This is a game of deities. This is a fallen world. This is an endless voyage. Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope. "I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. He points a single finger toward the distant stars. Boom! A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

An international high school teenager named Shouichi Desterling often idled away his time, letting his thoughts run rampant with a wild imagination. However, those intrusive thoughts were well-contained within his mind. Following the recent passing of his father, Shouichi was transferred back to his hometown, Kurohashi, to live with his long-separated mother — the only family he had left. Kurohashi is a secluded small town, surrounded by mountains on all sides. Despite its seemingly ordinary appearance and a minuscule population of just 5,000, the village harbours an oddity: the only way in or out is via a gloomy steel bridge. Not long after his arrival, Shouichi quickly bonded with his classmates, experiencing the semblance of a normal high school life and even finding love. Yet, amid this ordinary existence, he began seeing and feeling inexplicable “things.” Were these strange occurrences mere tricks of his mind, or was there something truly sinister lurking in the shadows? As events unfolded, Shouichi found himself increasingly unable to suppress his mounting insanity and the dark urges creeping into his thoughts. Each day, the air around him grew denser and heavier, as though the very atmosphere bore the weight of an unseen menace. ***[Content Warning: Later on in the story, tragedy will intensify, not suitable for the faint of heart. i.e. NTR, psychological manipulation, trauma, etc.] Current Volume 3 [On-going], Volume 1-2 [Completed] ------------------------------------------------------- Visit the Link below for the Cast Card with a short description/ the Character Drawings/ Chapter Complimentary Images: patreon.com/Joeing_25 Currently contained: Shouichi, Ayane, Shinji, Emi, Momo, Misaki ------------------------------------------------------- ~ Thank you for reading! ~

Ye Wanwan, in her past life, had a husband who neither loved her nor was close to his son. Upon rebirth, she had an epiphany; she would not wholeheartedly and recklessly love someone again. She decided to let herself go, no longer restraining herself, and began to do whatever she wanted to do. Shen Yi was busy with work, especially after being appointed by his father to establish an overseas branch. He hadn't returned home for two months, nor had he seen his wife. On his wife's birthday, he made a special trip back to the country, but learned from a servant that his wife had gone to a singer's concert. Shen Yi didn't even see her and left that same night. On their wedding anniversary, Shen Yi came back to the country again, only to find his wife throwing a pool party with a bunch of fair-weather friends at their villa, ending up drunk. He didn't even get a chance to speak a few words to her before he had to leave once more. Having initially completed the establishment of the overseas company, Shen Yi officially returned to the country. The day before returning, he even called home to check with the servants, making sure that his wife was at home and planning to pick him up from the airport the next day, feeling a faint sense of happiness. The next day, Shen Yi saw his wife, dressed in a revealing camisole and shorts, looking youthful and energetic at the airport. However, his wife was squeezed among a crowd, shouting at a man wearing sunglasses, "Husband!" Shen Yi, with a stern face, asked his visibly embarrassed assistant, "When did I get divorced?" [This sweet tale is free if it's not sweet! The female lead is a pure white flower who can't conquer all enemies, but there will be a little bun in the later stages!]

25 chapters advance in patreon. After waking up, Steve found himself transported to a parallel world and participating in a celebrity island survival show. He was an outdated young man who had to visit the hospital just to get a broken finger bandaged. With a frail physique, he even fainted from heatstroke as soon as he arrived on the deserted island. With no experience in wilderness survival, Steve worried that he might not make it out alive. But when he saw several bright and attractive female celebrities who would be living with him for the next few months, a childhood dream suddenly resurfaced—he had always wanted to survive in the wilderness and even enjoyed getting bitten by mosquitoes. This is a multi-national celebrity team survival competition featuring weekly challenges, talent shows, eating contests, treasure hunts, battle royales, and even chicken battles. No immortal cultivation. Includes four female celebrities and a system. Read with caution if you mind any of these elements. for more Episodes visit patreon.com/Noan994

Oww…” I winced, lifting my throbbing head before glancing around and as expected the lab was in chaos. There was glass shattered everywhere, sparks fleeing from one place to another and the acrid scent of burning chemicals filled the air. Flames licked at the countertops, but what made my stomach drop was the gas spilling from a ruptured pipe. Crap. No one needed to tell me, I already knew it was toxic. The faint greenish tinge to the air, the sharp sting in my nose. It was more than toxic….it was deadly. And spreading fast. I tried to push myself up, but pain shot through my ankle, forcing me back down. I bit back a scream. “Dammit!” That’s when I saw him. It was the same guy…I recognized him now. Or at least, his fake identity. Liam. Only, his real name was Alex, and I knew more about him than I should’ve but he didn’t need to know that. He was standing near the exit, scanning the chaos with an unnerving calmness and it was obvious he hadn’t seen me yet. “Liam!” I choked out, coughing against the gas as it seeped closer. His head snapped in my direction. His eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I thought he’d help. Instead, his expression hardened. He turned toward the door, ready to leave. “Wait!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “Help me! Please!” He paused, barely glancing over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” His voice was cold, detached. I gritted my teeth. My head throbbed, and the gas was making my vision blur, but I forced the words out. “We have classes together and do you even need to know someone to help them out?” I snapped. His gaze lingered on me for another second before he turned to leave and then I knew I had no choice. “If you don’t help me, I’ll tell everyone your secret.” My words made him turn. His dark eyes narrowed as he strode closer, towering over me. “My secret?” His tone was mocking. “Your fall must’ve really messed with your head. Now you think a bluff is going to make me help you?” “It’s not a bluff,” I snapped, coughing violently. “I know who you really are, Alex.” His entire body stiffened. “Care to repeat that?” His voice was low, dangerous. I sucked in a shaky breath, the gas burning my lungs. “I know this identity of yours is just cover, Alex Bronson.” ~~~~~~ Eleanor is a 22-year old woman who was involved in a car accident on her way to her interview. Unfortunately she doesn’t make it and assumes she’s going to find herself in the afterlife but instead finds herself in the body of a college student named Theodora. And this college student happens to be a character in one of the books she read in her past life. Having found herself in this body, she decides to find out why she’s there and regrets not finishing the novel while she was still alive. She also uses her knowledge about the book to manipulate the supposed male lead of the novel into helping her get her way but little did she know that she’d end up falling for him. And now she has to pick between finding out why and how she’s been reincarnated and accepting her new life here with Alex.

She loved once. It destroyed her. She won’t make the same mistake again. Mizuki Wolfe should have had it all—the perfect love, the perfect life. But love, as she learned, was nothing more than a cruel illusion. In her first life, she gave her heart to the wrong man, trusted the wrong people, and paid the ultimate price. When she died, she carried nothing but regrets. Then she woke up—alive. A second chance. A new life. And this time, she knows better. Now, Mizuki has one rule: never fall in love again. She walks away from her engagement to billionaire Pablo Rossi without a second thought. She plays matchmaker, ensuring he ends up with someone else. The world watches in shock, but no one dares to ask the real question—why? Because if they did, they’d never believe the answer. Then came HIM. A rockstar with a voice that sends shivers down her spine. A pair of mismatched eyes—one gold, one blue—that seem to see everything. K is the kind of man who sings of soulmates, who believes in fated love as if it’s a force stronger than time itself. And the moment he lays eyes on Mizuki, he knows. She is his. But Mizuki doesn’t believe in fate. She’s lived this life before, and she refuses to repeat the same mistakes. Only… fate doesn’t seem to care what she believes. And neither does he. A battle of heart versus destiny. A love that wasn’t supposed to happen—again. Will Mizuki’s walls finally break, or will K learn that even soulmates can slip through fate’s fingers? A story of second chances, soulmates, and the impossible fight against destiny. ---------------------------------------------- “Miss Mizuki,” he greeted, his voice deep and smooth, the kind of voice that belonged in an expensive whiskey commercial—or better yet, a lover’s whisper. Mizuki blinked. Then again. Her mouth opened to respond, but what emerged was less “hello” and more “garbled wheeze.” Lizbeth, her ever-loyal assistant, jabbed her sharply in the ribs. “Hey,” she whispered, her tone sly, “I think the leading man just fell in love with you at first sight.” “Shh!” Mizuki hissed, her face heating up. She tried to regain her footing, figuratively and literally, but managed only to trip over her own feet. She lurched forward, arms flailing in what she hoped looked like an intentional movement. K, lightning-quick, caught her before disaster struck. His hands were firm yet gentle as they steadied her. Up close, those stunning eyes were even more hypnotic, and the faint scent of cedar and rain seemed to linger around him. “Are you all right?” he asked, his lips quirking into a smile that somehow managed to be both kind and devastatingly alluring. Mizuki’s brain short-circuited. She realized she was still clutching his arms and yanked herself back so fast she almost stumbled again. Lizbeth leaned closer, whispering gleefully, “You okay? Your heart’s racing.” “I want to run,” Mizuki muttered, barely moving her lips. “What?” Lizbeth asked, her grin widening. “I want to run,” Mizuki repeated in a fierce whisper. “Far away. To another country, maybe.” Lizbeth snickered. “Flight at first sight, huh?” “Yes!” Mizuki hissed, shooting a panicked glance at K, who was still watching her like she was the only thing worth noticing in the entire room. His gaze was so warm, so intense, it could have melted steel—and definitely her composure. She shot a look at Lizbeth, who was no help at all, and then at the nearest exit. She was already planning her escape. Update Schedule: Start February 14, 2024 Update: daily at midnight follow me on IG: @schreient_rui Like the story? gimme coffee :D https://ko-fi.com/schreient

“You’ve been researching for years with nothing to show for it. Why not try something else?” Samia’s tone was sharp, but there was a thread of concern beneath it as she leaned against the doorframe. The room smelled faintly of sterilizing agents, and the rhythmic clicking of keys filled the silence. Dr. Elias didn’t respond immediately. Dressed in his lab coat, he stared at the screen with unwavering focus, his fingers flying over the keyboard. When he finally turned to her, a slow, almost unsettling smile spread across his face. For a moment, he looked like any other scientist lost in his work—until he blinked. The motion was unnatural, his eyelids sliding horizontally across his eyes like a lizard’s. “Samia,” he said, his voice calm but electric with excitement, “I’ve figured it out. This time, it will work.” She opened her mouth to respond, but he was already on his feet, moving past her with an urgency that demanded she follow. They made their way through the sterile corridors of the facility, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a cold glow on the walls. The reinforced chamber was a stark contrast to the rest of the building. Thick steel doors hissed as they opened, and the hum of machinery grew louder as they stepped inside. In the center of the room stood a massive contraption—a web of wires, tubes, and blinking monitors surrounding a sleek, cylindrical core. “What is it this time?” Samia asked, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. Dr. Elias didn’t answer. Instead, he moved with practiced precision, attaching cables and adjusting dials. The air felt heavier here, charged with the anticipation of something monumental—or catastrophic. “Get your goggles,” he said at last, stepping behind the protective glass. He tapped the side of his goggles, the lenses catching the faint blue glow of the machine. Samia hesitated. She had seen him fail before. Years of promises and miscalculations had made her wary, but there was something different in his demeanor this time—something unsettlingly confident. Reluctantly, she turned and jogged back to the lab to retrieve her goggles. The first explosion hit when she was halfway down the hall. The floor bucked beneath her, and she stumbled, her heart leaping into her throat. A deep, resonating boom echoed through the building, followed by a blaring alarm. “Dr. Elias!” she shouted, spinning around. Smoke and dust billowed toward her, and the acrid scent of burning wires filled the air. Part of the ceiling had collapsed, cutting off her path back to the reinforced chamber. And then she saw it. Through the swirling haze, a glowing orb hovered in the wreckage, pulsating with a light that seemed alive. It started small, no bigger than her fist, but it was growing—expanding with an eerie, deliberate rhythm. The hum it emitted was low and bone-deep, vibrating through the air and into her chest. “No, no, no,” she muttered, backing away. Every instinct screamed at her to run. She turned and bolted for the exit, her shoes skidding on the slick floor as she raced against the inevitable. She had barely reached the stairwell when a second explosion ripped through the building. The force of it threw her forward, and she hit the ground hard. Her vision blurred as heat and light engulfed her. Somewhere in the distance, she heard the structure groan as it gave way entirely. Then, everything went black.

After losing everything, Daron Lamb is consumed by grief and guilt, until he's recruited by the Special Magic Force, an elite unit protecting the balance between magical and non-magical worlds. Together, they uncover a secret organization determined to free the God of Chaos, a force sealed away to protect humanity. As Daron investigates, he uncovers a chilling link between the group and his tragic past. Driven by revenge, he joins forces with his new allies to stop them. But as the truth behind the organization’s motives begins to surface, Daron is forced to confront a disturbing possibility: freeing the God of Chaos, though orchestrated by his enemies, might not bring the destruction he's been led to believe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daron's gaze drifted downward to his chest. Below, the stark contrast of a faint blue light against his white skin caught his eye—a soft glow emanating from his own chest. It softly pulsed, a gentle luminescence that ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Baffled, he just sat there for a few moments, observing. As his fingers touched the source of light, he was surprised to find that everything felt normal, as if it had always been this way. It was like nothing had changed at all. Daron's eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed a strange black liquid seeping into the wounds on his chest—a substance like ink, flowing from within him. It moved with purpose, filling the gaps left by the fat butcher and stanching the flow of blood that had painted his skin red. "By the gods," he gasped, the sight both unsettling and miraculous. The black liquid quickly solidified, forming scars as black as the night sky. His eyes remained fixed on the eerie scene, his breath steadying to a normal rhythm. He was a magician now… it felt strange. He didn't feel particularly different. Sure, a mysterious substance had just mended his broken skin, but other than that, he didn't feel like he could do anything… new, anything special. He stretched out his hand, trying to summon a sharp wind to cut down his shackles. Nothing happened. Next, a flame, to burn down his cell. Nothing happened. “Figures,” he said to himself. “Why would it be easy?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For news and feedback, feel free to join the Vessel of Shadows Discord: https://discord.gg/dmCYCKNwx7

You shouldn’t read this novel. This is not a tale of righteousness, nor a saga of noble heroes. This is the story of a world bathed in blood, where morality is a fleeting illusion and the strong devour the weak without remorse. There are no destined saviour's, no grand prophecies, only an eternal struggle where life is cheap, and death is a whisper away. Fēng Zūn Jìng was born in darkness, shaped by betrayal, and baptized in carnage. He walks the path of demons, unchained by mercy, unburdened by guilt. In a world where heaven turns a blind eye and hell welcomes all, he will carve his name into eternity—with screams, with suffering, with the lamentations of the fallen. You think you can handle this story? Think again. This is not for the faint of heart, nor for those who seek comfort in happy endings. The horrors of human nature, the cruelty of fate, and the abyss of despair lie ahead. Turn back now, before it’s too late. But if you truly believe yourself strong enough… then step forward, and embrace the darkness.

The path of cultivation was full of thorn but who could resist the temptation of immortality? Li Kong was an ordinary young man living in the village peacefully before a star fall from the sky and gave him a chance to become a cultivator. But yet, strange things keep happening inside of the village. An unknown altar made deep within the woods. Cases of livestock disappearing. A faint pungent smell hovering in the air. Just what was happening inside of the village?

I can't help falling for you. you've unraveled me in ways I never thought possible... -------------- Imagine you go to work like every other day, but you never expected to confront an agent of death, an event that will change your life forever. Natasha was having a regular day at work until life threw a curveball—she meet and confronts Drogen, a grim reaper, in the garage, talk about tough luck. And just when things couldn’t get any worse… bam! a car crash. Dead? Yeah. But not for long. Drogen broke every grim reaper rule and brought her back to life, convinced she was the key to ending his curse. Now they’re bound by a blood pact, and things start getting weird. Natasha experiences flashes of a forgotten past—a past that’s somehow tied to Drogen. A meeting that started with fear and death soon transforms into a sweet, passionate love experience that neither of them could resist and she finds herself helplessly falling in love with this mysterious being. But here's the thing, these two were never supposed to meet again. Excerpt: Drogen's expression softened as he stared down at her lips, a rare glimpse of raw desire shining in his eyes. "You know," he began, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I've been desperately wanting to do this since you hugged me." Before she could protest, his lips claimed hers, soft but insistent, catching her completely off guard. Her breath hitched as his tongue teased hers, coaxing a response. She froze for a moment, her heart racing wildly, but as his warmth enveloped her, she gave in, kissing him back. Her hesitation melted away as his touch deepened, slow and gentle, yet ignited sparks through her whole being. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She gasped softly when she felt his bulge pressed hard against her, her cheeks heating in response. He didn't seem to care—if anything, it turned him on even more. His grip tightened as though he couldn't get enough of her, his kisses growing bolder, more demanding, yet still carrying an undeniable tenderness. Her fingers gripped his shirt for balance, holding on as the intensity of his touch left her breathless. He kissed her like he was savoring her, like every second mattered, and it sent a thrill through her. Every brush of his lips, every press of his body against hers, made her forget where she was. All she could feel was him. Finally, he pulled back, their foreheads resting together as they tried to catch their breath. His voice was low and rough, full of longing. "You're driving me crazy, Nat." Her lips were still tingling from his kisses as she met his gaze, her own voice trembling but steady. "Then don't stop." His dark eyes blazed with desire, and a faint smile touched his lips. "You don't know what you're asking for," he murmured, his hand slipping lower, his touch firm yet careful, as if she might disappear if he wasn't careful. "Maybe I do," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips despite the way her heart pounded in her chest. Something in his expression softened, but the hunger in his eyes remained. She had undone him completely, and for once, he didn't want to fight it. Whatever this was, he wasn't letting go, and neither was she. For fans of forbidden love, a rebellious heroine, steamy romance, dark fantasy, a tragic past life and happy endings, this book is for you TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains R18 scenes, detailed descriptions of violence, cruelty, murder and death.

The universe holds secrets that were never meant for human eyes. They are whispered in the wind, etched upon the fabric of the cosmos, hidden in the depths of ancient stars. These secrets are not for the faint of heart, nor for those who seek comfort in the familiar. They are for the brave souls who dare to gaze into the abyss and confront the things that lurk in the shadows beyond human comprehension. This is the tale of one such man, a traveler who ventured beyond the bounds of known reality, and in doing so, witnessed the unfathomable horrors that predate even the dawn of mankind. He returned with tales of terror, of ancient entities older than time itself, of whispers that echo in the silence of space, and of the chilling realization that humanity may be just a fleeting blip in a cosmic dance of unimaginable terror. Prepare to delve into the depths of the unknown, into the chilling secrets that lie hidden amidst the stars. This is a story that will leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about the universe and your place within it. This is the story of the man who saw too much, and the terrifying truths he brought back with him. [Attention: Story Rewrite] This story, while drawing inspiration from the original, has been substantially reworked and expanded upon. The themes, plot points, and characters have been carefully re-evaluated, and the narrative has been rewritten with a fresh perspective. This rewrite aims to provide a more nuanced and engaging reading experience for the audience.

Volume 1- A painful death, all due to a misunderstanding. Julian sat there, hopeless. His death was imminent. Slowly, it all went black. "I'm... alive?" To Julian's surprise, he was not exactly dead. - Volume 2- The classroom was filled with incoherent chatter and babble, a combination of all the conversations mixed together, coming into a single ear. "Settle down, class! A former student is returning!" The normally loud classroom began to lower there voices, all shocked by the sudden and random information. No one was informed about this besides the teachers. The whispers and faint conversations continued. Creak... The door pushed open. A familiar face stepped into the classroom.

Amy, a typical New Yorker, has a life like a tightly - wound clock because of her busy job at the United Nations - precise yet exhausting. She is a person who is rational to the core. Superstitions about ghosts and gods, in her opinion, are like fairy tales for coaxing children, and sweet - talking is like cheap perfume, pungent and hypocritical. On that day, the heavy pressure of work made Amy feel breathless. She returned to her apartment where she lived alone, like a robot with its battery drained. Her only thought was to throw herself onto the bed and isolate herself from the whole world with the quilt. However, midnight, like a mysterious incantation, disrupted her plan. The old radio in the room cabinet made a strange beeping sound, and then a faint cry for help came: "Help... " Amy's heart suddenly tightened. Despite the mixture of fatigue and fear within her, her curiosity still made her ask the radio, "Who are you?" "I'm Tom. I'm being chased by a serial killer. I'm hiding in an abandoned warehouse. He'll find me soon... " The boy's voice was full of fear. Without the slightest hesitation, Amy immediately called the police. A rescue across time, of love and redemption, thus began.

Lin Kecong is a quiet and depressed person. Since the age of 5, his father, Lin Daqiang have lost his business and become a gambler and a drunkard. He become violence and start beating up Kecong. On Kecong 6 years old birthday, Kecong and his mum Li Xuefen was celebrating his birthday. At 10pm, a drunk Daqiang pulled Kecong out of his room and locked him inside the dark store room of their farm. Xuefen kept knocking on the door to ask him to stop beating their son. But Daqiang tied up Kecong and kept using his belt to whip him hardly. After whipping he spray water on him and leave him inside the darkroom with all the rats and cockroaches. The next morning, his mother quickly sent him to the nearest hospital. Xuefen worried of his health, she bring Kecong and leave the farm and leave her hubby. Xuefen went to Shanghai city to work as a bar hostess to bring up Kecong. Kecong did not know what she work as. 13 years old, Kecong successfully got into Shanghai High school. Everyone in the school despair him as his school uniform is also dirty and torn. 13 years old Kecong have been working in MacDonalds after school hours to help his mother to pay the house rental. 14 years old that year, Daqiang found him and beat him up badly. The next day he fainted in the art classroom due to fever cos of his leg and back injuries. His teacher, Chen Ming and his senior, Wang Jia Hao sent him to the hospital. His mother known of his injuries and found out that the injuries were caused by Daqiang, she took a knife and look for him. Kecong rushed over to look for his mother but instead he saw his mother got killed by his father. Daqiang got caught and went into prison for 10 years. Due to the incident, Kecong went into depression and start talking to himself. In the school he cried everyday. Jia Hao and Chen Ming kept looking after him. A month later after hearing his father went to jail, he took a knife in the arts classroom and cut his wrist. Out of sympathy, Jia Hao started looking after him and even brought him to his condominium to stay with him. After six months being together, the both of them fell in love with each other. Jia Hao applied for Shanghai university but his parents insisted that he go to Harvard University to study medicine. Later his mother felt strange and followed him back to the condominium and saw the both of them kissing in the room without clothes on. Out of anger, she informed his father. His father asked his men to abduct Kecong to his warehouse. They tied him and kept beating him. Jia Hao mother, Wang pei pei slapped him and said him disgusting. Kecong did not dare to answer a word. Chen Ming informed Jia Hao that Kecong was abducted by his parents. He went up to his father’s office and begged him to release Kecong. Pei pei said as long as he willing to go to Harvard they will take as this matter never happened before. Left with no choice, he accepted their request and asked them to give Kecong some money to see doctor and give him a place to stay. They agreed and release him. Without leaving a word to Kecong, Jia Hao left Shanghai to Harvard university to study. Kecong nearly lost his right leg and he went into depression again. He accepted Jia hao’s parents money as a loan and rejected their condo to stay. In the hospital he committed suicide twice. After recovery, Chen Ming took him in to stay in his house but he rejected. After finishing his secondary school, Kecong started to work. He work few jobs a day; a courier in the day, by night he went to a gay pub to work as a waiter. He rent a small old attic room to stay. He eat a box of rice or noodles for a week and biscuits for a week. 3 years later, while sending courier service to an advertising company, the manager spot his looks and offered him to act in an advertisement. The advertisement made him famous overnight. By 22, he managed to return back the money to pei pei and pay off his dad loans.

Clara Wilson the heiress to Diamond Group got engaged to the love of her life Isaac Hartford the heir to Starlight Group, due to an unforeseen betrayal, Clara Wilson on the brink of death on the night of full moon, Alpha and his pack hunting for prey, rescues Clara and turned her to a werewolf through an Alpha's bite. will she survive from the Alpha's bite? Excerpts: The ambient sound of waves gently lapping against the hull, coupled with the distant hum of the ship's engines, only amplifies her thoughts. She forces a smile, raising her glass in a toast, masking her emotions with practiced ease. The couple clinks their glasses with hers, their happiness an unspoken contrast to the quiet yearning in her heart. "I'll go inside the suite and rest now you guys enjoy." She said making her way to the suite. "Babe I need to get something inside the suite." Isaac said. "Alright don't keep me here waiting, I can't do without seeing you for a second." "Really that's my girl." He said, kisses her forehead and left. Isaac didn't go to their suite but he went to Jacqueline's suite he pushed opened the door. "Did I scare you?" He asked. "Why didn't you knock on the door before coming in what if I'm undressing." "Sighed softly it's not like this is the first time I'm seeing you undressed should I get rid of your night gown." He said kissing her collar bone. She didn't reject his offer, wrapped her arms around his neck he kissed her thin lips vigorously. Few minutes passed Isaac had not returned yet, she decided to go and check on him, she checked their suite he was not there, she headed to Jacqueline's suite to ask her If she had seen Isaac. She opened the door to Jacqueline's suite and then, her eyes flickered tears rapidly streamed down her face a pang of shame stabbed at her watching her best friend and the love of her life together on bed exchanging intimacies. "Isaac....you! How could you do this to me? What are you two doing together on bed?" Both of them stared at her without any sigh of remorsefulness. "It's just like what you're seeing right now" She moved closer to the bed drags the sheet off Jacqueline exposing her nakedness grabbed her brown hair hitting her head against the cluttered table beside the bed. Jacqueline stretches her hand reaching for the wine she held it and hits Clara's head with the wine bottle, the glass shattered against Clara's head. The sharp crack echoed in the tense silence and crimson blood began to seep, dripping onto the plush carpet and pooling under the shards of broken glass, Clara fainted. The room descended into chaos, the once romantic moments now marred by betrayal and violence. "Oh my goodness what have you done Jacqueline." "Is she dead?" She asked curiously in fear. "What are we going to do now?" "I don't think she is dead yet she fainted probably." He said.  "I know what to do." He carried her heading to the edge of the ship Jacqueline followed him , Isaac pulled off his shirt soaked with blood used it to clean the blood stain on his hand and neck. He folded the shirt and throws it into the sea. Jacqueline standing at the edge of the ship bitting her fingers  panicked about the situation. "Please don't kill me, help me I promise not to cause any trouble for both of you, I will forgive and pretend nothing happened here." Clara muttered in pain. "So you're finally awake"

When a group of friends stumbles upon a mysterious advertisement promising a prize of one million dollars for successfully playing a week-long game of hide-and-seek, the offer seems too tempting to resist. No complicated rules, no significant risks-just a childhood game in exchange for a fortune! However, once the game begins in an abandoned mansion deep in the woods, they quickly realize that things are not as they seem. Georgia, the enigmatic organizer of the game, is no ordinary player. Her past is shrouded in dark secrets, and the rules of the game rapidly transform into a terrifying nightmare. Winning the million dollars becomes the least of their concerns when they discover that losing means death. The mansion turns into a labyrinth filled with deadly surprises and traps. Every shadowy corner hides a new danger, and every faint sound sends chills down their spines. As the group struggles to survive, tensions rise, and they begin to distrust one another: could one of them be working with Georgia? Or is the game bigger than all of them? In this gripping thriller, experience a journey packed with horror and mystery, where survival hinges on intelligence, fragile alliances, and the courage to confront their darkest fears. Will any of them uncover the truth behind the game and escape alive, or will they all fall prey to Georgia's sinister design?

Beneath the rain-soaked streets of New Haven lies a place shrouded in fear and myth—a narrow passageway known only as Whispers in the Mist. For decades, people have vanished near its shadowy entrance, leaving behind only rumors of cryptic graffiti, faint whispers, and figures hidden in the fog. Elliot Grayson, a jaded journalist desperate to reclaim his career, reluctantly takes on the investigation after a distraught mother pleads for his help. Her daughter disappeared after venturing into the alley, leaving behind a notebook filled with haunting details that suggest the alley's legends may be far more real—and far more dangerous—than anyone imagined. As Elliot digs deeper, he uncovers a dark conspiracy tied to the alley’s secrets, one that stretches back decades and seems determined to keep him silent. But the deeper he ventures, the more the whispers call to him, tempting him to step into the mist and discover what lies beyond—where the line between myth and reality begins to blur. In this spine-chilling blend of suspense and urban mystery, Whispers in the Mist will keep you questioning what’s real, what’s imagined, and how far you’d go to uncover the truth.

Eli Voss, a boy born with the power to warp reality, becomes an immortal figure feared and hunted by the world. His abilities are tied to his emotional pain, and each use of his power erodes his humanity. Over centuries, he becomes a myth—a godlike being who can reshape the world but is cursed with eternal loneliness. Everything changes when he meets Lena Reyes, a woman immune to his powers. For the first time, Eli feels seen and loved. But their love comes at a cost: his immortality begins to unravel, and his touch starts to harm her. When Lena is killed in an attack by a shadowy organization called Eclipse, Eli discovers that love has made him mortal. In a final act of desperation, he rewinds time to save her, sacrificing himself in the process. The twist? Eli didn’t truly die. Instead, he created a parallel reality where Lena never met him, erasing her memories of their love. He chose to live a mortal life in this new world, free from the burden of his powers and immortality. Lena, unaware of his sacrifice, moves on with her life, carrying only a faint, inexplicable connection to him through a glowing locket. The story explores themes of love, sacrifice, and the cost of immortality, ending with a bittersweet revelation: Eli’s greatest act wasn’t saving the world—it was choosing to live a simple, human life, even if it meant leaving everything behind.

-------------------- *Title: "Whispers in the Walls"* For years, the old house on Maple Street had been abandoned, its peeling paint and overgrown ivy making it a perfect subject for local urban legends. But when Eliza and her brother, Sean, inherit the house from an estranged aunt, they decide to renovate it and make it their new home. As soon as they move in, strange things begin happening. At first, it’s small—objects moved just out of place, an old piano playing a single note by itself at night. But then, Eliza starts hearing whispers, faint at first, but growing louder as days pass. They come from the walls—soft, unintelligible murmurs. One night, Eliza wakes to find a message carved into the wall in what looks like dried blood: *“You shouldn’t have come.”* Sean dismisses it as a prank, but Eliza can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. The whispers intensify, becoming clearer and more urgent, pleading for them to leave. Desperate, Eliza digs into the history of the house and uncovers a terrifying truth: her aunt had been involved in occult practices, attempting to summon a powerful entity. But she failed—trapping the entity in the house, bound to the walls themselves. Now, Eliza and Sean must figure out how to break the curse before the entity uses them to finally escape. -------------------

The top student from the Agricultural University, Qiao Mu, was digging in the experimental field when her hoe struck through to the godforsaken Tupo Village. No money, no rice, no tall, rich, and handsome guy, the aunts and the older female cousins pecked at her every day, making her meals less than satisfying with constant bread rolls, leaving her so hungry she felt faint. Luckily, the Heavens took pity and rewarded her with a tall and handsome man, who was enthusiastic and bold. His debut move was to climb straight into bed, sparking rampant gossip in the village: that Qiao girl, the third daughter, is nothing but trouble at such a young age, shamelessly bringing some wild man into her boudoir to fool around – absolutely shameless! Muniang looked to the sky and bellowed, "Alpacas! You think I'm Hello Kitty when I don't show my claws?" Make a fortune, become rich, fight off the scum, raise a husband – life became increasingly lush. But why did her sweet and silly husband suddenly show a dark mark on his forehead? Qiao Mu calculated a bit – this was a sign of great misfortune! The man's face dark as the bottom of a pot retorted, "This is your sign of bad luck!" The simple husband made a shocking comeback, instantly transforming into a tall, rich, and handsome man!

The Eternal Slumber Ends Darkness. Endless, suffocating darkness. I had long lost count of the years. Decades? Centuries? Perhaps even millennia. The passage of time held no meaning in this abyss. My name, my power, my very existence—forgotten by the world I once ruled. But fate, cruel yet ever-enticing, had not abandoned me completely. A voice—faint, yet unmistakable—echoed through the void. "Oh great one... please... lend me your strength..." Something within me stirred. A warmth, long lost, flickered in my chest. The chains that bound my soul trembled. And in that moment—after an eternity of nothingness—I awoke.

The room was quiet, except for the faint sound of the ceiling fan whirring above us. Liya's phone screen dimmed, casting the room into near darkness. Sana had already fallen asleep, her soft breathing rhythmic and steady. I turned onto my side, hugging my blanket closer. The excitement of the night still lingered in my chest, but so did something else, a strange unease. It wasn't like I didn't trust my friend's instincts, but I couldn't understand why they felt something was off about Arun. He had been nothing but kind tonight. The way he and his friends treated us, guiding us around the party, buying us dinner, it didn't seem like the actions of someone untrustworthy. And yet… Why did I feel this lingering heaviness in my chest?

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

Moral, or Mo for short, and Virgil lived in the city. The city where lights stayed on until 4 AM with faint noises of the ambulance rushing through at midnight. They lived in a small apartment in an alleyway with greased bricks, creating a slippery welcome into their doorway. MoVi is a "MoVie" like love story, but raw, and real like reality as it captures first love and the heartbreak that comes along with it.

In her previous life, Lina Riley harbored an unrequited love for the Fifth Princess, Victoria Ashwood. Lina sacrificed everything for her—securing her place on the throne, protecting her borders, and losing her arm and sight in the process. Yet, her loyalty was repaid with a goblet of poisoned wine and the execution of her entire family. Victoria despised her, accusing Lina of cruelty and of orchestrating her elder sister’s death, deeming her unworthy of love. When the poison took effect, Lina closed her eyes in despair, only to awaken back in the moment they first met. On that fateful day, Lina had stumbled upon Victoria being beaten by palace maids, an encounter that set everything in motion. This time, Lina turned away, choosing a different path, but a faint fragrance of plum blossoms lured her in. One reckless night led to a moment of despair when she awoke to find the coldly beautiful face of her bedmate—Lucille Everard, the Princess Regent. Lucille, while outwardly uninterested in court affairs, was notorious for her swift and decisive actions that had seen emperors replaced with alarming frequency. Compared to Lucille’s power, Lina’s past dealings with Victoria seemed like mere child's play. As Lucille stirred awake, Lina's nerves were frayed. “Given the circumstances, Your Highness, what do you think of me now?” she asked, resigned to her fate. To her surprise, Lucille chuckled softly. “I think you’re wonderful.” Stunned, Lina could only manage a confused “Huh?” From that moment, everything veered off course. Lucille's palace soon bloomed with roses—Lina’s favorite. Amidst the swaying blossoms, the resolute Princess Regent would gently take Lina’s hand, her once-frigid gaze warm and tender. “My dear Lina, you are the finest woman in the world.” In her new life, Lina often dreamed. She dreamt of someone leaving a bouquet of roses at her grave, their robes trailing the light fragrance of plum blossoms. They sipped wine with a wry smile, murmuring, “Silly girl, I avenged you.” Victoria Ashwood was reborn too. She hadn’t expected that killing Lina would provoke her aunt’s ruthless revenge. Determined to avoid a similar fate, she resolved to feign affection for Lina, even if it took a lifetime. At a palace banquet, Victoria was taken aback by Lina’s beauty. Draped in fine silks, Lina was a dazzling sight, so different from the weathered woman Victoria remembered. Drawn to her, Victoria was about to approach when she noticed Lucille at Lina’s side, gently wiping her lips with a soft smile. “Take it slow,” Lucille murmured. Lina paused, then chuckled as she adjusted a strand of Lucille’s hair. Victoria’s heart twisted in fury. When her desperate attempts to win Lina back failed, she demanded, “Why won’t you love me?” Lina sneered. “Show some respect, Fifth Princess. You should address me as Aunt. Besides, your hypocrisy and cold-heartedness make you unworthy of love.” Years ago, a young Lucille Everard encountered a lost girl in the palace gardens. The girl declared that Lucille was beautiful and promised to marry her one day. Thirteen years later, a fateful misunderstanding during a bout of poisoning entwined their paths. What began as teasing quickly turned Lucille from a hunter into prey, helplessly ensnared by the woman she never forgot. Tags: 1. Cold yet protective Princess Regent × Reborn and resigned noblewoman 2. Nine-year age gap (Princess Regent is older) 3. Alternate history, non-patriarchal setting 4. Puppet empress, regent princess ruling behind the scenes 5. Two lifetimes of love, slow-burn romance