dr lobo horror stories

One day, after five years of living in the shadow of the popular actor—Mo Boyuan, Dr. Jiang suddenly decided that she had enough! Mo Boyuan: Why are you kicking up a fuss? Jiang Tingxu: I’m not. Let’s divorce! Mo Boyuan: Divorce? In your dreams! Jiang Tingxu's identity was later exposed and overwhelming insults began pouring in. Fan of King Mo: This woman isn’t good enough for my King Mo! The great Movie King Mo streamed live on the internet: Heh, the woman you claimed isn’t good enough for me is an all-rounded top scorer and was recommended to Peking University at 16. You’re wrong. She’s TOO GOOD for me and I’m out of her league! Also, she’s the little brat that I’ve been pampering and adoring for 20 years. I won’t tolerate anyone who lays a finger on her!

“Darling, I love you…” He was the heir to the consortium and she had just divorced. The day she was divorced, she was kidnapped and forced to be the doctor in charge of his case. To add insult to injury, this man would sleepwalk to her bed every two to three days… another headache!

Correction: "Advertencia: Contenido para adultos Alerta de disparador: Abuso, Trauma, Psicológico —Está lleno de señales de alerta —advertí—. No digan que no les advertí a todos. Blue Learley, una chica de diecisiete años, vivía en un pequeño pueblo con sus padres y dos hermanos. Todo iba como de costumbre hasta esa fatídica noche en que su vida cambió para siempre. Demetrio Easton, el despiadado rey hombre lobo, posó sus ojos en ella y la quiso como su novia. Cuando sus propios padres la vendieron a él, ella no tuvo modo de escapar de él y a nadie a quien recurrir por ayuda. —No quiero alejarme por mucho tiempo. A veces temo que el pájaro pueda volar. —El pájaro no tiene un hogar. El mundo exterior es peligroso para él. Y además, el pájaro ya ha encontrado su libertad dentro —dije—. El pájaro no volará. —Así que no tienes que cortar sus alas ya que no las creció en primer lugar. Está bien. Al pájaro le gusta la jaula de todos modos. Apoya mis otras obras: "Silencio"- Es una novela de suspense llena de crímenes con un romance en flor entre dos adolescentes. Se trata de amor, amistad y traición. Confía en mí, los giros te mantendrán al filo. "La Máscara Del Monstruo" donde puedes leer el amor floreciente entre una chica humana y un monstruo de aspecto terrorífico La portada no es mía. Fuente: Devianart"

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] I hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet... [Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope, I don't want it. Let me quit. ※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game! *** This is a story about a game developer who hates horror, but has no choice but to develop games scary enough to traumatize people. You want to curse me for making you piss your pants? If that's the case, who do I curse? *** An SCP inspired story with its own twist! Discord : https://discord.gg/FK7ZQU3b9p

[Horror-Spieleentwickler: Meine Spiele sind wirklich nicht so gruselig!] Ich hasse Horror. Von den huschenden Geräuschen von Schritten, die hinter mir herjagen, bis zu den leisen, aber beunruhigend kalten Flüstern, die sich um meine Ohren winden... All das. Ich hasse es. So sehr, dass ich anfange zu kotzen, wenn ich eine bestimmte Schwelle erreiche. Und trotzdem bin ich ein Horror-Spieleentwickler. Ein miserabler noch dazu. Also habe ich beschlossen, aufzuhören, angesichts meiner mangelnden Fähigkeiten. Und doch... [Glückwunsch, Sie wurden für das Horror-Spielentwicklungssystem ausgewählt!] Nein, ich will es nicht. Lass mich aufhören. ※ Hinweis: Ihre Welt könnte einige Veränderungen erfahren. Aber keine Sorge! Es ist Teil des Spiels! *** Dies ist eine Geschichte über einen Spieleentwickler, der Horror hasst, aber keine andere Wahl hat, als Spiele zu entwickeln, die gruselig genug sind, um Menschen zu traumatisieren. Sie wollen mich verfluchen, weil ich Sie dazu gebracht habe, sich in die Hose zu machen? Wenn das der Fall ist, wen verfluche ich dann? *** Eine von SCP inspirierte Geschichte mit ihrer eigenen Wendung!

A sudden and unprecedented event occurred and took place on Earth. A fissure instantly appeared in the clear blue sky, revealing a void devoid of any light beyond, instantly covering the whole planet, leaving no Life, no Hell, and no Paradise behind... Hence the start of a new chaos and a great beginning of life devoid of any hope began. In this apocalypse and lawless world without any limits set upon its beings, a silent dark wisp took form. A wisp that was bound to become the Horror of All was born... "Wait… I’ve become a Ghost?!" _______________________________ Bonus Chapter; Power Stones, 200 PS = 1 Chapter 400 PS = 2 Chapters 600 PS = 3 Chapters ... Golden Ticket, 100 GT = 1 Chapter 200 GT = 2 Chapters 300 GT = 3 Chapters.

Standalone horror stories, approximately 500 to 1000 words per chapter, with each story fully independent of the others. If a character's name appears in multiple stories, it should not imply a connection between them unless explicitly noted otherwise.

Lothair is a serial killer who detest imperfection on human’s facial features, which resulted in him having a compulsory behavior of wanting to strip people’s faces. After he dies, he finds himself as Narcissus, a beautiful and adorable female NPC inside a state-of-the-art VRMMO world of the latest craze called Fallen Carcosa Online. But despite being a fantasy-filled game, the world feels strangely realistic. Too realistic, even. Game-like systems and magic exist but so do plagues, politics, economy, and the horror hidden in plain sight. When pried open, an actual human-like anatomy can be seen beyond the skin of the NPC’s face—with little to no censor. Everything feels too immersive. Except Narcissus, Lothair’s new identity. When Narcissus tried to scrape off the face of her new adorable body, she found an abyssal void with little to no end. This story marks the birth for the King in Yellow. - Warning, this story contain: Male-to-Female Genderbend, GL/Yuri, Occasional Futa MC, Yanderes, Harem, Self-Cest. - Follow the creative and attentive Narcissus, a nuanced former serial-killer who will gradually becomes stronger, experienced, maddening, horrifying, but also mature, wise, conflicted, and complex—in this near-endless journey. Where souls unsung and tears unshed. In the land of Lost Carcosa. - This story is going on an indefinite hiatus.

Everyone has their fates connected to their birthdays, they are likely to have psychic abilities specifically connected to ‘something’. Some can sense it while some cannot, depending on what they have committed in the past. Mystery, Death, Foolishness, and Greed are the things attracting the evil spirits to be around. Those who were born on Sunday… “Ward: Labor Tomb” If you see ‘the pregnant,’ please beware; they are there to take your head. Those who were born on Monday… “Mirror: Who’s the First to Die of Them All?” After midnight where mirrors are, ‘mysterious things’ will appear. Those who were born on Tuesday… “Haunted: Mystery of Plumeria House” Stay away from ‘bathrooms’, if you wish to stay alive. Those who were born on Wednesday… “Theater: Book Me a Death Ticket” When people born on this day go to a funeral, they tend to witness bad events. Those who were born on Thursday… “Stairs: 12 Steps...Ghost Staircase” At night, do not look at the stairs, or else something might be there. Those who were born on Friday… “Reality: Dare the Living, Discover the Dead” There is a game for the living, but noted that it might take their lives. Those who were born on Saturday… “Holy: Soul Sacrifice to Spirit’s House” The ancient saying goes: think before you speak, as something the eyes cannot see does not mean it is not real. Every inconsiderate action must be traded with the living, and only death is the answer! One question… What day were you born on…?

AVISO: CONTEÚDO ADULTO Uma morte injustificada, um renascimento sem precedentes, dois homens competindo por seu amor. A vida de Elize já não era fácil para começar, mas agora ela tem que lutar contra seu próprio destino. Ela vai querer voltar ao que era dela? Ou vai escolher ignorar? Ela é forte o suficiente para enfrentar seu destino? E quanto ao amor? VISLUMBRES (Obs.: Contém spoilers, leia por sua conta e risco): Conforme ela se aproximava da porta, podia ouvir claramente dois homens discutindo "Eu juro que se você tocar um dedo-" Respire fundo. Elize repetiu para si mesma enquanto empurrava a porta para abrir. Duas cabeças viraram na direção dela a partir do corredor para o qual a porta se abria. A conversa entre eles parecia ter morrido com sua presença. Um dos dois homens altos deu um passo em sua direção. Um rosnado animalesco emanava de seu corpo. Elizie estreitou os olhos e estava prestes a dizer algo quando percebeu. Aqueles olhos. Aqueles mesmos olhos azuis! ********* "Quem está aí?!" Ela perguntou em voz alta, incapaz de encontrar alguém. 'Você finalmente veio.' A voz respondeu, com um tom de alegria. Ela engoliu a saliva nervosamente. "Quem- quem está aí?!" Elize gaguejou. 'Eu sou o que está faltando em você.' A voz respondeu, calmamente. "Hã?" 'Como nosso tempo ainda não chegou para nos tornarmos um, por que você está aqui?' A voz perguntou. "Eu ãh.." Ela disse distraidamente. 'Vamos selar nosso vínculo com um desejo, para que eu possa aceitá-la como minha mestra.' A voz falou com muito entusiasmo. ****** "Você me odeia, Elize?" Ele perguntou, com um beicinho. Elizie manteve seu rosto impassível. Ela não iria cair nessa, não importa o quão fofo ele tentasse parecer, pensou consigo mesma. "Não, senhor. Eu nem te conheço." Ela respondeu com indiferença. "Ai. Isso doeu." Ele disse, agarrando o lugar acima de seu coração. Elizie bufou, revirando os olhos. "Você realmente tem algo a dizer ou devo voltar mais tarde?" Ela perguntou, cruzando os braços sobre o peito. "Você voltaria para mim mais tarde, por vontade própria?" Ele provocou, quase a alcançando. "Não é isso que eu-" A risada do Kélpie a interrompeu. "Você é tão fofa quando faz isso. Me dá vontade de te morder." Ele disse lambendo os lábios, sua língua úmida deslizando lentamente sobre seus lábios úmidos, fazendo um espetáculo do processo.