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This world has always been ordinary. Ancient myths and whispers through campfire tales, was never real. Only a reflection of longing, fear, and wonder passed down through generations. In truth, the world moved forward untouched by the supernatural, devoid of mystery. Belief, however, lingers. It settles quietly in forgotten corners of the mind, dormant in fiction and ritual, waiting for a spark. Stories may press against the edges of reality, but they are never capable of crossing it. For generations, the boundary has held firm—until now. As inexplicable events ripple across society—subtle at first, then undeniable—the world begins to bend. Old stories reemerge with new weight. Monsters once trapped in myth are glimpsed in alleyways. Symbols gain power. And every lie told with conviction becomes harder to distinguish from truth. The world is changing. And no one—not the skeptics, not the authorities, not even those who set it in motion—can stop it.

They say houses can hold a lot of secrets, the only way those secrets get revealed is if you're brave enough to open the door. Paige and her group of friends decide to buy a house together, they settle on an older looking home that would need a lot of work. They were living the dream, until that dream turned into a nightmare. Enter to the stage, John Rickman. A huge drug lord who had been hiding his money in the older looking home, who doesn't take too kindly to discover all his money missing. The group have to go on the run to save their lives, but trouble somehow always follows. They settle down in an off the grid type of village, where they were about to learn why it was so off the grid. Lies, murder and pain consume the village they thought would be safe. Forcing the friends to make decisions they would regret for the rest of their lives. They wanted a fresh start, but it was far from the start they were expecting.

Qin Feng was transmigrated to a parallel world and became a cop. He had activated the Super Detective System and could replicate any scene in his head down to the minor detail. His first case was the murder and decapitation of a wife. He slowly piled up an impressive resume, and whenever he solved a case, he would be rewarded by the system. God-tier: Close Quarter Combat God-tier: Gun Mastery God-tier: Hermes Feet “I’m the crime’s kryptonite, the natural enemy of murderers, and the protector of people!” announced Qin Feng.

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Sixteen-year-old aspiring author Queen Yamada finds pleasure in creating stories online. She dreamed of publishing her own books someday. When the innocent  Queen started to establish a good fan base for her online stories, the pleasure she felt on writing gradually became a pressure.  Some of her fans started to demand a bed scene with her storyline! As the pressure of pleasing them started to crept on her bones, she  made a stupid mistake any sixteen year old could do. She went to social media and desperately posted a status. "Fellow writers, help me make a bed scene." Her post managed to catch the attention of the diverse community of writers and readers. What could possibly get wrong? Her life starts to turn upside down when a creepy man begins to send her unsolicited love notes, luxurious gifts and obsessive messages. Now, she is on the run! 

Young widow and artist Keely must reinvent her life after her husband’s sudden death. Her first step is to move to a new town.<br><br>When her landlady hires a couple of itinerant painter-handymen to refurbish the house, Keely begins to awaken from her grief-spawned isolation. Inspired by the two good-looking workers, she explores a new focus for her art and discovers the exotic pleasures of a ménage for the first time.

Officer Jonathan Hale thought it was just another night on patrol until the call came in about a murder at a downtown club. When he arrived, the music had stopped, lights still flashing over the chaos… and that’s when he saw him. Podie. The boy he used to know. The kid who used to follow him around years ago now nineteen, lying on the floor beside a strangled man, his hands shaking and his face pale. Podie swears he didn’t do it, but nothing about the scene makes sense. The victim. The position. The fear in Podie’s eyes. As Jonathan digs deeper, old memories start to surface the laughter, the connection, and the quiet understanding they once shared. Now he has to choose between following the evidence or listening to his heart. Because this time, love might be the most dangerous thing at the scene.

Pacey Dallas Sangco is a prim and proper lady. She handles her life well—from studies to her hobbies but not boys. She grew up without a fair share of boys not until she met Kein Dawn Castillo, a bipolar man that will mess with her mind and emotions. But life doesn’t just end when the two met, because their differences will play with them until they find each others’ comfort.

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Thirty-year-old birthday, when I proactively proposed to my boyfriend. His "White Moonlight" called: "Come to the company immediately; I must see you within half an hour." Watching Adam Grant, who was ready to leave, I issued a harsh warning: "If you dare to walk out that door, I will make sure you regret it." But he replied with a righteous tone: "Don't be unreasonable, isn't all my hard work for us?" Watching him hurriedly leave, my heart completely sank. He wouldn't have imagined that leaving me alone at the scene of the proposal, while dealing with work, would be a total loss of face for me. I completely gave up on him, turned around to become a world-class designer, and embraced a young man with abs. He regretted it to the point of madness, but the woman who wholeheartedly loved him no longer belonged to him.