natural hair salon horror stories

"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.

When Wen Yan chose the profession he deemed the safest, "Natural Enemy," he felt sure his ending wouldn't be the same as those of other professions, where the average person met an untimely death. That was until he encountered a Soul Devouring Beast that measured tens of kilometers in length. He then realized things might be just a tiny bit different from what he had thought. "Soul Devouring Beast. Trait One: Devouring. Devouring souls. Trait Two: Immune. Immune to physical damage, immune to elemental damage, immune to environmental damage, immune to mental damage, immune to sustained damage, immune to toxin damage, immune to..." "Sole trait, Invincible."

In the salon, it was only the women who could tease the men; men were not to lay hands on the women. "Sis Li, this is our breast enhancement SPA service," he said. "By massaging the acupoints on the chest, the cell will grow, making your breasts even more proud and perky." "Mmm~ah~" "Sis Li, the breast enhancement SPA is finished; now it's time for your buttocks." young woman's low moans suddenly escalated, as if hitting a crescendo, her body tensed sharply! Her eyes widened, a brief stupefaction induced by extreme excitement! "Damn, she's done,"

Di salon, hanya para wanita yang bisa menggoda para pria; pria tidak boleh menyentuh para wanita. "Kak Li, ini adalah layanan SPA pembesaran payudara kami," katanya. "Dengan memijat titik akupunktur di dada, sel akan tumbuh, membuat payudara Anda lebih tegak dan kencang." "Mmm~ah~" "Kak Li, SPA pembesaran payudara sudah selesai; sekarang giliran bokong Anda." Desahan rendah wanita muda itu tiba-tiba meningkat, seolah mencapai klimaks, tubuhnya menegang tajam! Matanya melebar, kebingungan singkat yang disebabkan oleh kegembiraan yang luar biasa! "Sial, dia sudah selesai,"

[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!

Fu Qingjun has transmigrated into a parallel world and discovered that his parallel self just committed suicide. With over 6,000 souls in his body, he feels his head throbbing. The next moment, he finds that his hair grows rapidly and that he could inject wisdom into a creature's brain through his hair.

After struggling in the apocalypse for ten years, Yao Ran died and returned to the three months before everything began. She returns with hatred and thirsts for revenge, intent on making those who owe her pay with their lives. With her grandfather's inheritance, Yao Ran sold everything and frantically hoarded weapons, medicine, food, and supplies. She sharpened her sword, stockpiled up supplies, settled scores with scoundrels and villains, and repaid them with both enmity and kindness. When disaster strikes, she begins her revenge, facing a dangerous world, and is determined to outlast her previous life.

Depois de lutar no apocalipse por dez anos, Yao Ran morreu e voltou aos três meses antes de tudo começar. Ela retorna com ódio e sede de vingança, determinada a fazer aqueles que lhe devem pagar com suas vidas. Com a herança de seu avô, Yao Ran vendeu tudo e freneticamente acumulou armas, remédios, comida e suprimentos. Ela afiou sua espada, estocou suprimentos, acertou contas com canalhas e vilões, e retribuiu com inimizade e bondade. Quando o desastre atinge, ela começa sua vingança, enfrentando um mundo perigoso e está determinada a sobreviver à sua vida anterior.

Después de luchar en el apocalipsis durante diez años, Yao Ran murió y regresó a los tres meses antes de que todo comenzara. Vuelve con odio y sed de venganza, decidida a hacer que aquellos que le deben paguen con sus vidas. Con la herencia de su abuelo, Yao Ran vendió todo y acumuló frenéticamente armas, medicinas, comida y suministros. Afiló su espada, almacenó suministros, ajustó cuentas con sinvergüenzas y villanos, y los pagó con enemistad y amabilidad. Cuando el desastre golpea, comienza su venganza, enfrentándose a un mundo peligroso, y está decidida a sobrevivir más tiempo que en su vida anterior.