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Devil’s Bedtime Stories An Anthology of One-Shot Horror Tales > “Not all stories are meant to be told at night. Some were never meant to be told at all…” Behind every nightmare lies a truth that someone tried to bury. In this collection of twisted horror one-shots, each volume opens the door to a different darkness— where hotel rooms rewrite your soul, shadows remember your name, and monsters don’t hide under your bed... they tuck you in. From cursed lakes and haunted towns to devils disguised as bedtime storytellers, every tale in this anthology is a slow, inescapable descent into madness, dread, and the chilling possibility that you were never alone to begin with. Once you open this book, you're already part of the story. And the Devil never forgets his readers. This is not a book for sleep. This is a book for those who want to know what's waiting in the dark... For those who are ready to stop pretending the whisper under their bed was the wind. For those who understand: > Once you start reading… you can’t unread what follows. --- SERIES FORMAT: Each Volume = One Complete Horror Story Every Release = A New Devil’s Bedtime Tale No Endings Are Safe. No Truth Is Entirely Buried. Every Story Is a Doorway You Choose to Open. --- > “Once you read it, it knows you. Once you dream it, it never leaves.”

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A boy, who has some God gifts, his family is killed by The Demon King! Now, would be be able to take revenge? If you are an anime fan and like to read mind bowling books, this is the best pick for you!

Traveling through the world of rebirth film and television In 1945, Anyi started from a small gangster and built an empire of its own. He is a well-known underground king who created the Las Vegas casino with one hand. To create a private prison industry, no criminal dare to provoke him, because one day you will fall into his hands, and he can send you to heaven or hell. The Hardy Mercenary Corps has a combat power comparable to a country, and comfortably uses it to protect industries all over the world. No one knows how much wealth he has, because the most profitable industry in the world has the Hardy Group. Author: Heavy Rain Last Night Distributer:Almighty_flex

No mundo de Arthemis, a magia não é um dom, é uma herança de sangue que está secando. As grandes linhagens reais governam com o que resta de seus poderes, enquanto o povo comum sobrevive sob a sombra de cidades voadoras que ameaçam cair a qualquer momento. ​Lúcius não quer salvar o mundo. Ele é um contrabandista de relíquias que vive de restos, vendendo artefatos mágicos quebrados para pagar o aluguel de uma taverna imunda. Sua vida se resume a evitar guardas e não morrer de fome, até que ele invade o mausoléu de uma linhagem dada como extinta. ​Lá, ele não encontra ouro ou joias, mas uma coroa feita de ossos que se funde à sua própria pele ao toque. Agora, Lúcius carrega o peso de um reino morto e o poder de invocar memórias de guerreiros que já se transformaram em pó. Perseguido por reis que cobiçam seu novo "fardo" e assombrado pelas vozes daqueles que ele agora comanda, ele terá que decidir se usa essa herança para subir ao topo ou se quebra o ciclo de poder que está destruindo Arthemis. ​Em uma jornada onde o herói é egoísta, o vilão tem motivos compreensíveis e a magia cobra um preço em sanidade, Lúcius descobrirá que, às vezes, para sobreviver entre gigantes, é preciso se tornar o monstro que eles mais temem.

Follow the lives of two boys, both orphans, who grew up together with only each other to depend on as they suffered through fear and prejudice, and then the discovery that they were in fact, truly powerful, magical,people. Follow them as they form a bond that even death cannot break Story made by athey on FanFiction.net

Viajando por el mundo del cine y la televisión renacentistas En 1945, Anyi comenzó como un pequeño gángster y construyó su propio imperio. Es un conocido rey clandestino que creó el casino de Las Vegas con una mano. Para crear una industria carcelaria privada, ningún criminal se atreva a provocarlo, porque un día caerás en sus manos, y él puede enviarte al cielo o al infierno. El Hardy Mercenary Corps tiene un poder de combate comparable al de un país y lo usa cómodamente para proteger industrias en todo el mundo. Nadie sabe cuánta riqueza tiene, porque la industria más rentable del mundo es Hardy Group. {[Nota: la historia no es mía, es de MTL, solo la público aquí porque la historia es fantástica.]} |[Author: Heavy Rain Last Night]|

She loved the wrong man and paid the price. Now she’s done with love, done with trust, and done with believing anyone cares. But life doesn’t end at heartbreak. Just when she thinks she has nothing left, someone unexpected enters her life—quiet, steady, patient. Someone who doesn’t want to take from her… but help her rise again. Her past wants her broken. Her future wants her brave. And between both stands a love that might finally be true. A story of pain, healing, second chances, and the strength to love again—only this time, the right way.

Tom Fleet was a bit of a misfit as the second son of a minor English noble in the 1880s. Once he finished his schooling he had little to do. His grandfathers had left him adequate finances for his needs and with his elder brother set to take the title, he gave in to his fascination with gadgets and began to tinker and invent. His goal was to create a sky craft to go to the moon. Surely if Jules Verne’s characters could go there and many other places, he could do as well.<br><br>Rowan Farrell followed in his Uncle Gordon’s footsteps, joining the UniFleet, but went a step farther and became an officer. Assigned to his first command level post, he takes a small patrol ship out to scout a region of interest to the Council and report if any signs of the enemy Angevirian Empire in the area. When one of his crew spots a strange, tiny craft, he decides to capture and study it. After all it could be an Angevirian Trojan horse. But the odd cylindrical vessel holds only one man, unconscious and suffering from hypothermia and lack of oxygen. When the man comes to, he claims to come from the earth ... five centuries in the past!

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"