the morgue bg3

Jack's dad has died, and he went to put him by himself in a morgue. As a result of a small mistake, he became in big troubles and his friends will try to help him. later on, new secrets will be known...

My sister was framed for seducing the Don of a rival family. As punishment, my husband, Vincent, chained her in a cold storage for three days and nights. To save her, Vincent demanded a price: my mother's signet ring—the last piece of her I had left—for his mistress. Blinded by tears, I twisted the signet ring from my finger. But just as I was about to hand it over... My son kicked my hand away, his face twisted in disgust. "Who said you could stand?" "Crawl over here. On your knees. And put it on Aunt Tessa’s hand yourself." I knelt on the floor and crawled on all fours toward the woman who destroyed my life. That night, they took a lobe of my lung and gave it to her. I woke to learn my sister had frozen to death anyway. Wiping away my tears, I made a call. "I'll take your deal. But I want ten times what you offered."

MENTARI RIZKI W. merupakan siswi kelas 12ipa1 SMA BHAKTI ia terkenal dengan gaya nya yang tomboy namun mampu mengikat para lelaki dengan pesona nya ia dikenal juga dengan sebutan"tukang onar"di sekolah nya namun Seorang BINTANG AZKA PRATAMA Tidak akan membiarkan Gadis itu untuk berbuat sesuka nya "Gue emang urakan,tapi gue bakal buat lo jatuh dengan pesona gue"ucap mentari sambil tersenyum sinis "Seyakin itu,gue yang bakal buat lo jatuh terlebih dahulu"ucap bintang membalas ucapan mentari

Dear Ill Morgue, Arriving in Archaia seeking a fresh start, I discovered the church's job posting and with it, an unexpected connection. You, a reaper of mystery, and I, a traveler skilled in witchcraft and floristry. Our partnership unfolds through shared challenges and uncharted realms, forging an unbreakable bond as we navigate our intertwined destinies. What lies ahead, only fate knows. Yours truly, Meirit Janus

I was this normal company worker but that's not the most important thing, I became a man! As a female. Now that's also not that horrendous other than that I died, got bond to system . The worse is that the absurd system chose the male gender instead of the female for me to transmit!! I.am doomed as a supporting ML even though I am a woman *Not my cover*

In a world full of people competing on whose stronger and whatever they think there is worth to boast, one would enivitably go with the river's flow. There are those who're truly gifted and seriously lucky or hard-working, maybe both, continuously creating their own legends and their statuses reaching greater heights. People would look up to these people with admiration, I did once…I strained my neck so I stopped doing so. It's their business, why would I care?(✿´‿`) A.N. This is pure fiction, based on author's imagination.

Content Warnings: This story contains explicit and graphic content that may be disturbing to some readers. Warnings include, but are not limited to: graphic violence, gore, body horror, psychological torture, child death, desecration of corpses, and themes of systemic abuse and corruption. Reader discretion is strongly advised. In a world where the nobility's grace is a gilded mask for unspeakable cruelty, an orphaned boy named Mormond watches his world burn. After the brutal murder of his adoptive sister, Nini, at the hands of arrogant aristocrats, something inside him shatters and is remade into a monstrous new form. In his grief, he manifests a terrifying and unique power, becoming the "Puppeteer Calamity"—a vengeful artist who reanimates Nini's broken corpse, transforming her into a beautiful and deadly marionette of vengeance. Their bloody crusade begins in the slums of Marlock, but soon their stage expands to the decadent and corrupt empire of Omnia, a place where the elite literally consume the souls of slum children to preserve their own vitality. Hiding behind the flawless disguise of "Milos," an innocent and cherubic orphan, Mormond infiltrates the highest echelons of power. He orchestrates a masterful campaign of psychological warfare, not with brute force, but with whispers. He turns nobles against each other, drives them to madness, and forces them to author their own destruction, all while they believe him to be a harmless, lucky charm. Each conquest ends with a new, horrifying puppet added to his public collection—a gallery of corpses left as a chilling signature. His reign of terror does not go unnoticed. The empire's champion, Tifa—a swordmaster of holy light known as the Divine Guardian—is tasked with hunting the "Silver Shadow." She is his perfect opposite: a beacon of order and righteousness dedicated to protecting the very system Mormond seeks to annihilate. But as Mormond's web of control tightens around the empire's throat, an unforeseen complication arises. The ghost of Nini's true self begins to awaken within the puppet, her fragmented memories and prayers creating a glitch in his perfect control. This internal fracture becomes Mormond's greatest vulnerability. His desperate, violent attempts to maintain possession of his sister's soul expose him at the worst possible moment, forcing him from the shadows and into a direct, desperate conflict with Tifa and the full might of the empire. The Conductor's controlled performance descends into a chaotic war, where the price of his vengeance may be the very soul he fought so hard to keep. A novel by : ATLASBANAW

Ce projet est en progression. Les chapitres sortiront quand ils vont sortir. merci de votre compréhension. ;) Voyager vers une petite ville où normalement le calme prospèrent, mais plus les jours passe, plus des événements étranges surviennent. Découvrez ce qui se trame tout en suivant l'aventure de la protagoniste Hāto Hidoi, une jeune adolescente de 16 ans au style gothique, ainsi que de son beau-père ; Richard Baudouin, l'enquêteur ; Johnson, et quelques autres qui arriveront au fil du temps.

Risen from the earth with more questions than memories, he calls himself Ethan Von Claude—though even that might be a convenient lie. Inside Grimore High, where lost wills are harvested like rare fruit, a black fragment hums of a maker he cannot name. I shouldn’t tell you more, but if you keep turning pages, you’ll learn who pulled him from nothing…and why their eyes are on you as well.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!