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After traversing through time, Li Xuan was delighted to have become the second son of Earl Chengyi's mansion, as well as a proud warrior of Liudao Fumo. However, just ten days into his privileged life, he faced fierce female supervisors, terrifying ghost-girls, and spiteful demonesses one after another. Amidst this whirlpool of challenges, Li Xuan claimed he didn't feel a bit panicked. A few years later, standing above the Yangtze River, he swung his sword, and with that, thousands of miles of landscapes were instantly frozen. Where will the demoness escape to? Take my sword!

When they first met, Tang Wan sighed, “The fifth young master of the Jiang family is just as the rumors said. He’s celibate, aloof, prideful, and is a man to be revered. Unfortunately, he’s so smart that he no longer has any will to live, which made him sickly, and he’s going to die soon… Later on, the fifth young master brought her into his room. When she came out, everyone stared at her in shock. Why was she crying? …… Later on, it was said that the fifth young master returned after he recovered from his illness, and he brought a girl back. She appeared pure and harmless, but underneath that harmless appearance, she was actually a spitfire that offended quite a number of people. But the fifth young master just said, “I brought her back, so I’ll let her do whatever she wants. If… anything happens, I’ll take responsibility.” His best friend gave him a reminder. “You’re going to be responsible for someone from the Tang family?” “Since she came back with me, she’s mine. She’s just a young girl and is spoilt. I have to take responsibility.” After Tang Wan married into the Jiang family, she only had one mission. She must give birth to his children before he died! Meanwhile, the fifth young master was puzzled. “You’re a gentle and shy girl during the day, so why are you so different during the night?” Tang Wan thought. ‘I have to make every second count. He won’t be able to live long.’ After she gave birth to his son and he became one year old, Tang Wan was prepared to become a widow. However… ‘Why isn’t he dead yet?’ Much later, the fifth master of the Jiang family asked her, “I heard that you’ve been looking for my death every day. Do you want to kill me by sucking me dry?”

[Invincible Flow] [Nonsensical] [Relaxed Immortal Heroes] The fishing dude never leaves empty-handed! ...... ...... A "bloody case" triggered by a fishing rod Starting with a dog, all companions depend on fishing. Jin Xu, just stepping into the university gates, transmigrated to the Nine Provinces Realm, and was coaxed and deceived by an old Taoist into becoming his disciple. After witnessing the "perils" of this world and confirming that there was no way back, the steady (and cautious) Jin Xu prepared to practice cultivation under his master's protection until he became invincible, then venture out again. Then one morning, he woke up. Where's my master! Jin Xu, now without protection, panicked, so he decided to "risk his life" to find his master to protect himself. After leaving the Taoist temple, Jin Xu muttered, "Are people outside... so easily defeated?"

<p style="text-align:justify;" size="1" _root="[object Object]" __ownerid="undefined" __hash="undefined" __altered="false"><span style="background-color:#ffffff">*Days</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">ago，she</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">is</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">the</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">CEO</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">of</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">the</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">rich and powerful family.</span></p><p><span style="background-color:#ffffff">Now,in</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">order</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">to save her family. she is</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">willing to offer everything to</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">her</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">fiance which she already knew he had already</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">betrayed</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">her.</span></p><p><span style="background-color:#ffffff">Such poor girl,it</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">turns</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">out</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">nobody</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">is</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">willing</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">to</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">give</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">her</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">a</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">hand.</span></p><p><span style="background-color:#ffffff">Until that</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">rainy day，when she thought she had already lost hope</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">they</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">had</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">their</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">first night.</span></p><p><span style="background-color:#ffffff">Just like that,our sweet loving story</span> <span style="background-color:#ffffff">starts</span> from here...</p>

[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

The Thousand-Year Clan, the Ten-Thousand-Year Battle, deities play games with mortals' lives, fostering myriad tribes like nurturing parasites — with defeat meaning oblivion and victory ensuring sole survival. Only the one who prevails can earn the gods' faint smile. A youth named Qin Chuan, endowed with the power to stop time, leads humanity into the battlefield of countless races, only to discover that this is not their first foray onto this battleground...

[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.