wooden dollhouse and furniture

Zion Freese died while sitting in a wooden chair in the bus stop station after accidentally getting hit by a truck.  He thought it was the end, but unknowingly he transmigrated and became Zion Altaria, the illegitimate son of King Lionel Altaria, the ruler of the Terun empire, the strongest empire on the continent of Garenia…  Because his mother was branded a slave, he was known to defame and dilute the bloodline of the royal family. He was the king’s greatest disgrace because of his very existence. The king had sinned against his ancestor.  When he turned 15, his brothers and sister set him up, which led the King/father to seethe in anger, ordering the guard to throw him in a ship and banishing him to never return to the kingdom. If he ever does so, he will be killed immediately. Darn that I just transmigrated and this is the first thing I experience no shit Sherlock... screw your empire... Ding... congratulations to the host on obtaining the wooden throne system.  "So, what if I’m banished to never return? I intend to use my system to create my own territory that those royals will envy. Let me sit on my wooden throne and savor this moment Hahaha "  "The journey of conquering starts with me. Hail me, the king. Cool Hahaha" [Tsk… Good for you, host] "...." Zion "...." system ......... ........ Note: English is not my first language, so please bear with me. Thank you for reading my webnovel. I hope you enjoyed it ........ Note from the author: Could you leave a review, and comment on the book?

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.

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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.

"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?"

A dark Gothic tale of secrets and ghosts. A young woman who would have her stepfamily gone must marry a rake, while two sisters discover a dark secret about an old family legend.

two friends joins a competition to meet their beloved one one last time. even though they meet her, they have to set off to an journey along with others to save the world from an apocalypse

A slice of life story about an actual good guy being reincarnated to another world.

Through the world of fire shadow, even do not give the plug, the local system is too impolite. It doesn’t matter, I’ll lie down. Before crossing, it is all rolled like that, and then after crossing, will this pass be white? Young man, how did you lie flat at this age, give me up and hello. The book is also called I Don't Want to Work Hard!

Nao Akihiko, a 12-year-old boy with an insatiable thirst for adventure, possessed a unique gift – the ability to hear the whispers of nature. He could understand the language of trees, animals, and even the wind. This special connection to the natural world sparked his curiosity and fueled his desire for exploration. Akihiko's life was shrouded in mystery, particularly surrounding his family. His mother, Shizumi, had vanished under strange circumstances. She had entered an ancient, hidden door, never to return. The door, adorned with intricate carvings, was said to be sealed, its key lost to time. Despite efforts to recreate it, no matching key could be made. Akihiko's birth was also shrouded in mystery, as his father's identity remained unknown. Shizumi had kept this secret, leaving Akihiko with only questions and a deep sense of longing. The old wooden door, now a constant reminder of his mother's disappearance, beckoned Akihiko. He felt an otherworldly pull, as if the door held secrets and answers to his family's mysteries. With his unique gift and determination, Akihiko was determined to uncover the truth about his mother's vanishing and the secrets hidden beyond the ancient door.