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Bir zamanlar bir kitap yazmıştım. Lisedeki beynimden doğmuş, yalnızlık ve fazla hormonlarla yönlendirilen çılgın bir fanteziydi. Canavar insanların, vahşi özgürlüğün ve gerçek hayatta asla elde edemediğim türden romantik ilginin olduğu bir dünyaydı. Her imkansız arzumu içine döktüm: macera, tehlike ve evet... 'çok sayıda' yakışıklı partner. Farkına bile varmadan, saf kaçışçılık ve saf heyecan dolu bin bölüm yazmıştım. Sonra bir üniversite kamp gezisinde bir uçurumdan düştüm. Bir hastane odasında uyanmayı bekliyordum ama hayır. Yeryüzü'nün herhangi bir yerine ait olamayacak kadar temiz havalı, yumuşak bir çim alanında uyandım. Ve sonra arkamda bir şey hareket etti. Kuyruk sokumumdan çıkan... Bir kuyruktu. Benim kuyruğum mu? Sarı ve siyah çizgili ve çok, çok gerçekti. Ona dokundum. Tamamen gerçekti. Kulaklarım? Onlar da gitmiş—yani, yer değiştirmiş. Şimdi kafamın üstünde, kafası karışmış bir orman kedisi gibi duruyorlardı. Ya kıyafet? Oldukça açık, kuyruğumla uyumlu hayvan derisinden yapılmış. Neler oluyordu? Başta bunun bir şaka olduğunu düşündüm. Ya da bir rüya. Ya da belki de karma sonunda bedelini ödüyordu. Ama zihnime daha fazla yabancı anı sızdıkça, durumum daha net hale geldi. Bu bir kostüm değildi ve burası Dünya da değildi. Ve—sürpriz—kendi kitabımdan bir dünya da değildi. Eyvah. Tamamen farklı bir Hayvan Adam dünyasına, Arinya adlı bir canavar kız olarak taşınmıştım. Kulağa eğlenceli geliyor, değil mi? Eee... eğer görünüşe göre tüm savanın en çirkin ördeği olmasaydım eğlenceli olabilirdi! Karşılaştığım her potansiyel eş adayı tarafından reddediliyordum ve sanki lanet bir göz ağrısıymışım gibi bakılıyordum. Fantezimin gerçeğe dönüşmesini böyle planlamamıştım. İnan bana—eğer bu benim gerçeğe dönüşen fantezimse, o zaman birinin yazarı kovması gerekiyor. Ama bu dünyaya girdikten sonra, aniden... Çekici oldum. Yani, yüzümde bir değişiklik yok ve çiller hala orada, ama nedense yakışıklı canavar insanlar etrafımda toplanmaya başladı, çünkü kokum... Hoş. Bunun anlamı ne?

Captain Edmund Hopkins thought he had scrubbed his city clean of its monsters. He’s the local hero. But when a teenage girl is found mutilated under a flickering warehouse light with the words GO TO SLEEP smeared in her blood, Edmund realizes the nightmare isn't over. Six stories above the rotting streets, sixteen-year-old Josh and his older neighbor Daniel stare down at the asphalt, desperate to feel something. Starved for meaning in a monochrome, apathetic world, their search for salvation drags them through underground psychedelic trips, the sordid depths of the city's underbelly, and ultimately, into the ultimate high: taking a human life. As the body count rises and the boundary between reality and hallucination frays, the paths of the weary detective and the nihilistic youths hurtle toward a bloody collision. Because the legend of Jeff the Killer isn’t just an internet ghost story to scare kids. It’s a philosophy. It’s a calling. And it's demanding new disciples. Warning: This story delves into the darkest corners of the human psyche. It contains graphic violence, drug use, heavy nihilism, and mature themes. Read at your own risk.

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When the universe was created, nothing significant happened. When the universe was destroyed, nothing significant happened. When the universe was created again, nothing significant happened. When the universe was destroyed again, nothing significant happened. But while the second universe was still around, everything significant that could possibly happen, happened. This is that story. Or is it? Maybe. Probably not. You'll have to read it to find out. I think.

Follow Asher on his adventures, as he goes from the Fallen King, to the bane of all in high positions, and the end of those who cross him.

In the early 21st century, a mysterious pathogen, later named the Blacklight Virus, is unleashed into the heart of a modern city. Within minutes Zombies become reality, society begins to collapse. Families turn on each other. Streets fill with blood. Civilization fractures under the weight of something it cannot understand. Governments scramble. Militaries mobilize. Entire cities are sealed behind walls of steel and fire as the world races to contain what may already be unstoppable. All evidence points to a terrorist attack. A foreign agent. A biological weapon. A deliberate act of war. But the truth is far worse. There was no grand conspiracy. No master plan. No shadow organization pulling the strings. There was only one man. A shut-in. A failure. A nobody. Jeff Dracula Given power he does not understand, Jeff accidentally triggers the beginning of an zombie apocalypse, partially by accident. Now, as cities burn and humanity desperately fights the spreading infection, Jeff fearing being blamed for it all faces a choice: Turn himself in… and face the law. Or go into hiding amongst the chaos he started. He chooses neither, because Jeff Dracula isn’t trying to save the world. He’s just trying not to go to jail. And if that means creating more chaos and losing his humanity, then so be it.

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Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.

Feng Qing, a top surgeon from the 21st century, wakes up in a body no one wants — married off to Rong Ling, the most powerful Regent in Dayan, a man who makes it abundantly clear: "Do you think you're worthy of marrying this king? Foolish." While he keeps his distance, she keeps herself busy, saving lives with medical knowledge centuries ahead of its time, collecting debts from those who wronged the original body's owner, and planning her exit strategy. Later, he became the New Emperor— "Qing Qing, from now on, you are my Empress." "Not interested."