the mark behind ear in aemrican horror story

"I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead..." A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

"Asshole, you're hurting me, be gentler…" "Heh, don't you like it rough?" ... Most fatally, she was wearing only a thin spaghetti-strap nightgown, revealing large swathes of lovely scenery with her damp hair draped to one side, holding a feather duster in her hand… On the bed was a man with a hood on his head, his hands and feet bound, much like a slave.

After making preparations for transmigration into the VR world "Mystical Era", the previous veteran player Xia Yuan becomes an NPC, and is even made the fourth son of the Duke of the Empire! Already prepared for a boring aristocratic life, he never expects that the era has totally changed! As the last obstacle, his family has been labelled as a villain by the new aristocracy and will soon be crushed by history! Xia Yuan has no choice but to gradually strengthen his own power according to his knowledge of the game's history. Lost treasures, forbidden ancient weapons, secrets of immortality, forgotten epics... With one's own strength, save the world! Change fate! Rise from the ashes! ... The knight swears, the mage sings, and the dragon spreads its wings! Pursue magic and truth, and control the fate of yourself and the era! Stand in the clouds, above the floating city and the throne of the sky! The bell rings, and the signs finally appeared. -It’s time for the stars to align-

Lu Wu, an aimless video game developer, had been feeling perturbed ever since he found out he was the direct descendant of a king from the underworld. Other than the title, His Excellency, his ancestor hadn't passed down anything else to him. On top of that, all of his ancestor’s subordinates had rebelled against him and completely usurped his inherited territory. Under the circumstances, Lu Wu built a battle game server with the help of his new mysterious friend and transported gamers from the real world straight to the underworld using virtual reality. They then created the main quest, the character classes, the Instance Dungeon, the storyline, and the non-player characters for the game. Relying solely on these video gamers’ strengths, Lu Wu began his expedition to reclaim his rightful inheritance. What could possibly go wrong?

[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

[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!

Gabriel, a dominant omega, is caught up in a complex web of intrigue and danger at the royal court. After uncovering the truth about Olivier, a member of the royal family, and inciting a rebellion, he is marked by an unknown alpha. As the rebellion overthrows the old order, a new empire emerges, driven by a ruthless ruler whose rise Gabriel inadvertently enabled.Haunted by the weight of his actions, he flees from his family, his past, and the dangerous ties of the court. On the run, Gabriel must deal with shifting alliances, hidden enemies, and the growing power of the mysterious alpha whose mark he carries. As the empire's grip tightens and ghosts from his past resurface, he must decide whether to confront the forces threatening to engulf him—or risk losing himself completely in a world that regards him as either a pawn or a weapon.

She is the true daughter of a prestigious family in the Federation, who was lost outside and grew up in a garbage heap, and is also a waste with only F-level spiritual power. Her parents' abandonment and favoritism, the exclusion and framing by her green tea fake daughter sister, the cultivation sect in crisis. She can only regain her cultivation and turn the tide by participating in the Federation Planet's 'God Creation Game'! "No way? Someone with only F-level spiritual power can also enter the 'God Creation Game'?" "Maybe just to make up the numbers." "With only 3 attack points, even a gust of wind can kill her, right?" Josh, the sickly waste not favored by everyone, casually summoned a Divine-level Monster in the dimension. Just when everyone thought she was going to kill all sides, she smiled slightly: "Open for fortune-telling, divining the location, weaknesses, and treasures of monsters, looking at dimension feng shui, monster physiognomy, one divination for 3000 points, scan the code to pay, thank you!" Barrage: "What's wrong! 3000 points, what idiot would go there! She's a fraud!" Contestant: "Me me me! I want a reading, I want a reading!" "I was here first!" "Don't cut in line!" Barrage: "......" Are these the star contestants they've fostered with points?

I thought the masked stranger who fathered my son was a ghost of one reckless night. Then I walked into my new boss's office—and those ice-blue eyes found mine across the boardroom. Ivy Brooks only saw him once. One night. One mask. One underground auction that cost her everything—and gave her a son she'd die to protect. She never knew his name. Never saw his face. All she had were those piercing eyes behind black silk, a voice like gravel and velvet, and a secret she buried so deep she almost forgot it was there. For five years, she rebuilt her life from nothing—betrayed by her ex, abandoned by her family, raising her boy on stolen hours and stubborn hope. When she finally lands a legitimate job as Executive Assistant at Thorne Group, she thinks she's finally safe. Then she meets her new boss. Caleb Thorne. Billionaire CEO in a tailored suit. Don of the Thorne Syndicate in the shadows. A man who wears a different mask for every room he walks into—and the one who's been hunting her for five years. He doesn't recognize her face. But her eyes? Her scent? The way she flinches when he steps too close? He knows. And now that she's standing in his office—exposed, cornered, and carrying his secret—Caleb won't let her hide behind any mask. Not her professional armor. Not her single-mother walls. Not the lies that have kept them apart. He'll strip every layer until there's nothing left between them but skin, truth, and a fire neither of them ever put out.

[A Scheming Beauty Good at Flirting x a Domineering CEO, a Gentle Doctor, the Stoic Bigshot, and Twins; Male Leads Rivalry] Mia Grant stayed up all night reading a novel full of chaotic romance. Seeing an imprisonment scene in the book, she excitedly blurted out, "Please, protagonist! Let me in there to act for a couple of episodes!" After suddenly dying, she really did transmigrate into the novel, but not as the protagonist—rather, as the villainous side character. The original book didn't describe this character in detail, only mentioning that she was locked in a basement and starved to death for framing the protagonist. To survive, Mia Grant targeted the novel's several male leads and began her conquest. To the domineering CEO, she said with red-rimmed eyes, "Big Brother, the basement is so dark. Mia is so scared~" To the doctor, she cooed, "Second Brother, Mia’s chest hurts so much. Quick, have a listen." To the Stoic Bigshot, she looked innocent, "Mr. Keller, we’re in the same bed... My sister won’t be angry, will she?" To the aloof top student, she sobbed, "Am I just too stupid? I can’t compare to my sister at all!" To the puppy-dog-like boy, she blushed, "I didn’t come to watch you play! I-I was just passing by!" Having saved enough money, Mia Grant faked her death and escaped. Two months later, while she was on a tropical island flirting with eight male models, the System suddenly contacted her, "Host, I’ve finally established a connection with you! But can you tell me why all the male leads have gone mad? They even scattered your ashes into the sea!" "Forget it, you must go back and reduce their corruption levels! This world can still be saved!" "Not going." System: "A one-billion-dollar bonus!" Mia Grant whipped out her phone to contact a helicopter: "Yes, I need to leave the island. Immediately! Right now!"