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The regent of the Tianxia Kingdom, who had control over a huge army and ruled over a powerful kingdom, was never close to women. One day, he was poisoned again and nearly died. While everyone worried that he had no successors, a kid who looked exactly like he was brought to the palace gate. Only then did they recall that, five years ago, when the regent was poisoned for the first time, the Yu family's eldest daughter was kidnapped and brought to him for auspicious reasons. Since they shared similar fates, she did everything she could to help rid him of the poison. However, on the day he awakened, the royal family plotted against her, and she disappeared mysteriously. The regent's eyes became dim when he saw the kid. "Did your mother finally decide she couldn't forget about me and ask you to return in her stead?" The kid clenched his jaws. "No! The young prince of Xichu will marry the eldest princess, who is my mother, in a few days. My mother asked me to come and check if you're still alive. She doesn't want you to die on the day she gets married. It's bad luck." After he finished his sentence, the regent picked him up and walked out with big strides. "Don't worry. I won't die on your mother's wedding day. After all... I've got a wedding to crash."

By sheer happenstance, Wang Hui's casual purchase of a blind box revealed an entire miniature world. A mere scattering of crumbs could sustain a tiny tribe through the harshest winter, while a single soda can was sufficient to fully arm thousands of diminutive soldiers. To these minute humans, he was nothing short of a deity descended from the heavens. Even more astonishingly, subsequent blind box acquisitions unveiled a second, a third, and numerous additional miniature worlds. He could even interlace these tiny realms, observing from on high the clashes of varied civilizations. "With countless small worlds within my command," he mused, "I am the sovereign of these boundless miniature beings."

The Dollhouse Widow is a gothic fantasy horror about captivity, performance, and the quiet defiance that grows in silence. In an alternate American South, the Barinov estate stands in slow decay—ruled by old money, older curses, and monstrous etiquette. The year is unclear, but the rules feel ancient. Here, the house watches, and obedience is not requested. It is expected. This is not a world where the supernatural hides. Here, they have learned from humanity—its power, its cruelty—and perfected both. At the heart of the story is a man who owns more than land, and a woman whose silence was never submission. But this is not just their story. Told through rotating perspectives, every chapter opens another door. Every voice has scars. Some characters seduce. Some serve. Some stay silent. And some wait for the right moment to strike. Roles are stitched into the skin: servant, master, shadow, muse. Many were born into them. Others were bought. All are expected to perform. The walls don’t forgive missteps, and the mirrors remember hesitation. Monsters here walk the halls in tailored suits. They kiss with knives behind their teeth. They teach their children how to smile while bleeding—and call it tradition. There are no chosen heroes. No noble quests. Only people trapped in a system, deciding whether to uphold it, betray it, or burn it all down. If you enjoy southern gothic atmosphere, ensemble casts, dangerous romance, and stories that blur the line between reality and curse, you’ll find something to sink your teeth into here. There is no rescue coming. Only the performance.

Demons have been revived and humans have become insignificant. In this world, there were bloodthirsty werewolves and adorable fairies. There were crafty vampires and deities high above. After waking up from his sleep, Amos realized that he was in a miniature world. The living creatures in this country were even smaller than ants. Amos could create an endless tempest with a breath. He could cause a torrential downpour with a sneeze, shatter the city walls with a punch, and level mountains with a footstep. The many dwarves revered him and regarded him as an ancient deity. They prayed fervently to him and offered him sacrifices. [Ding, your devout follower has sacrificed a mythical item, Lightning God's Hammer, to you. You have obtained the powers of lightning.] [Ding, your devout follower has sacrificed the Heart of Wisdom to you. Your abilities of insight have been greatly increased. You can now understand anything.] [Ding, your devout follower has sacrificed the Book of Darkness to you. You now control the powers of darkness. Your understanding of dark magic has increased greatly.] Supported by the miniature, Amos unwittingly became the omnipotent God of this world!

Kit and Kat are childhood friends growing up in the United States of Arizona, a state not historically known for embracing other cultures. Will their friendship survive? Or will Kit be pulled back into his white washed world while Kat gets pulled into her safety by numbers Latino neighborhood.

Someone -- or something -- is causing magical blizzards at Fairleigh Hall. The estate is suffering, and the Earl has requested assistance.<br><br>Constable Kit Thompson, of Bow Street’s Preternatural Division, isn’t especially thrilled to be sent out to the country. At least the assignment gets him away from fashionable London society and his own unwanted celebrity after successfully solving a notorious case. Of course, he’s now trapped at a country estate due to closed roads, snowstorms, and magic, but Kit’s always liked solving puzzles. He’s good at using empathic skills for investigations, and this is definitely a challenge. Besides, the Earl’s younger brother is an irritating and delicious temptation, all blue eyes and muscles and boundless enthusiastic optimism. Kit wants to either shake sense into him or kiss him senseless -- and can’t trust him, either, because if someone’s genuinely sabotaging the weather, everyone’s a suspect.<br><br>Harry Arden, younger brother of the Earl of Fairleigh, has never met a Preternatural Division constable before, much less a famous and celebrated one. He wants to help. And he wants to make that attractive but cynical constable smile, at least once. But the estate hides a family secret, and Harry knows perfectly well Kit doesn’t trust him ... and for good reason. Still, Harry offers to do what he can to assist with the investigation, and if that means spending more time with Kit, that’s a bonus. <br><br>When Harry and Kit end up caught by those magical storms, snowed in together at the old hunting lodge, they’ll have to trust each other with their secrets ... and their hearts.

"What would you do if you were able to stop time? What would you do if you were able to speed up time? What would you do if you were able to Create life? What would you do if you had control over all that exists in the world What would you do if you had a whole world to yourself? What would you do if you were a god?" A young man in the middle of the night stopped typing on his laptop. His hands started shaking and the black spots on his arms increase further. His illness was acting up. As much as he would like to continue writing his novel, he knows he should not overexert himself. The young man then closed his eyes. By the time he opened his eyes, what was in his vision was no longer the same as before. Instead of the walls o his home, only the wild expense of a forest could be seen. only, this forest of greenery was only as tall as his finger. His feet got wet from stepping into the little pond below him. Whist the young man was doing his own thing, in a far of kingdom, a person barged into the queen's throne room. "My queen! Lord giant creator god has returned!" _____ Zenn, a 20 year old young man suddenly found out that he was affected by an incurable illness. With his death basically imminent, he quit school and went back to his home to take care of his sick mother. He believed that things would go on like that till he could no longer hold on, but something changed some day. He appeared in another world. ... *Technically i don't own the cover so if the owner want me to take it down, speak mortal... *cough*

In the crumbling halls of Saint Lysandra’s Orphanage, Mikael discovers a door that wasn’t there yesterday, a narrow red door with no handle, only a keyhole shaped like a doll’s eye. No one else seems to notice it. No one except Elise, the quiet girl who never speaks unless it's to deliver warnings no one believes. When strange dreams begin to blur with reality and porcelain dolls whisper secrets in the dark, Mikael realizes the door isn’t just a door, it’s a passage to something much older, something that remembers him. Behind that door lies the Dollhouse: a twisted, ever-shifting world of forgotten memories, cursed children, and crimson dreams that feed on fear. If Mikael wants to survive, and uncover the truth about who he really is, he’ll need to open the door. But some doors were never meant to be opened.

Vergil didn't like his life and felt that he was heading into a dead end when suddenly he is transported to the shelf of an almighty being. The supreme being brands their minds with the knowledge they need to be useful and has his assistant send them away to a new world to collect a black coffin for him. He didn't like his old life and now his new life will include hunting down miniatures for a mountain sized toddler. Expect Smut starting after chapter 7.

"perfection be destroyed, if a majorette falls hard and nobody's there to catch her... does she still make a sound or she does continue dance like no one is watching?"