houses 3 story

After transmigrating into a book he had just finished reading, Eric found himself cast as the villainous cannon fodder. The original owner of the body was secretly and wholeheartedly in love with Max, the tribe's strongest warrior, but Max and Michael had grown up together and gradually developed feelings for each other. The original owner tried every means to obstruct them, was eventually exiled by the tribe, and died a miserable death from hunger and cold that winter. Many races existed on this continent, and he was not even human. Eric looked at the piece of grilled meat before him, burnt black as charcoal, and a handful of beans so hard they felt like they could chip his teeth. He looked up at the thatched roof that leaked rain in the summer and let snow through in the winter. Behind him, a small lion cub was wailing for food. Oh, and this little lion cub was also the story's devoted second male lead. The first step was to improve his life. What, the beastmen do not know how to farm? No problem, they can learn. Then they would not have to starve during the winter. Thatched huts, mud houses, and tents could all be replaced! The arrogant Elf race had a strong affinity for plants, which was perfect for farming, and the Dragon race could breathe fire, which was perfect for firing bricks! Humans called the Fantasy Dream Continent a cursed land. Later, a wandering poet would tell tales of the Snow Wolf Tribe who lived there, possessing all sorts of delicacies and fine, home-brewed wine whose aroma could travel for ten miles, leaving a rich aftertaste. Once the rumor spread, countless adventuring parties and mercenaries felt compelled to explore the land, even at the risk of being beaten half to death. Eric utilized the advantages of his bloodline, diligently farming and building infrastructure, leading the tribe toward a better life. It was just that one day he would pick up a prince of the Human race, and the next, a prince of the Elf race. With a prince of the Beastman Kingdom already in his house, Eric was at his wit's end. Perhaps I should just build a nation for all of you! And another thing, you, the main male lead, stop hovering around me! ... Auther: Please forgive my mistakes, as English is not my first language. I appreciate your understanding!

Rewritten to The Hunted Regressor: My Heretic Saint System, my new book!

In the ashes of old empires, a Republic is born—eighteen Houses bound by myth, law, and iron succession. Its Pillars hold energy, medicine, sky, and law. Its people rise or fall by exile, oath, and inheritance. For Christopher Xiong, a foreign-born son of the Bear House, the Republic is both promise and prison. Working as a VR cleaner, he drifts unseen in a system where every name carries the weight of ancestry. But a forgotten relic ties him to the Republic’s most dangerous secret—and once it awakens, Chris is pulled into a struggle that will test not just Houses, but the foundations of civilization itself. Republic of the Houses is a political epic where words are weapons, myths are law, and no ideology is safe. #CivilizationalScienceFiction

Apa yang akan kau lakukan ketika rumah itu menjadi sarang hantu? apa yang akan kau lakukan ketika anggota keluargamu, satu per satu mengalami kehancuran? Ini kisah tentang Venus yang harus pindah rumah di rumah peninggalan neneknya. Banyak kejadian tak terduga, di mulai dari hantu yang mulai terlihat, mimpi yang di alami Venus yang akan menjadi nyata, dan kemudian kedua kakaknya yang harus menikah secara terpaksa. Venus membuat sebuah misi dengan temannya, misi untuk menuntaskan masalah yang dia alami.

Ethan Cole was a real estate agent in Grayford, a decaying city full of old apartments, inherited homes, and properties nobody wanted to touch. He thought he could sell anything. Then a couple returned six months after buying Apartment 5B, claiming someone was watching them from inside the bedroom wall. To prove the apartment was safe, Ethan agreed to sleep there for two nights with cameras recording every room. At midnight, a woman in red heels knocked on the door and asked one question: “Is Margaret home?” By morning, Ethan woke on the living room couch. The TV was playing static. Wet cement footprints crossed the floor. And the cameras showed him walking with his eyes closed, whispering a name he had never heard before. What began as one haunted apartment soon leads to a body sealed inside a wall, a vanished child, a fifteen-year-old family massacre, and a name stolen by someone who should have died long ago. Some houses are not empty after they are sold. Some houses remember who never came home.

After their mother dies of an overdose, ten‑year‑old Malcolm and his two younger sisters, Tiana and Maya, are shunted from a brief refuge with their grandparents to the home of a father who never wanted them. Richard Steven, a white man consumed by silent resentment, treats the three Black children as a financial burden. His wife, Susan, initially cold, begins to shower Tiana with unsettling attention—gifts, private talks, and visions of a “special future.” Malcolm alone notices the pattern, but he has no proof of what Susan is planning: to sell Tiana as a child bride to a wealthy family when she turns sixteen. Over the years, Malcolm becomes the siblings’ fierce protector, hiding his emotions behind a wall of quiet vigilance. Tiana, bright and beautiful, struggles with grief and the confusing warmth of a stepmother whose love feels like a trap. Maya, the youngest, clings to memories of their mother and the fleeting safety of Brenda—the only adult who truly cares. As Susan’s grooming deepens and Malcolm’s suspicions grow, the three children must rely on each other to survive a house where kindness is a mask and the greatest danger wears a smile. The Houses We Lived In is a haunting literary thriller about family, betrayal, and the unbreakable bond between siblings fighting to stay together before one of them is taken forever.

Claire didn’t plan to see Daniel again. Not at 1:14 AM. Not barefoot in the rain. Not in the only lit house for miles with her car dead on the side of the road. Four years ago they broke up because of “timing” and “different cities.” Translation: they were scared. Now Daniel owns a small cedar lake house. And Claire is 26, broke, and desperate for coffee. One night turns into three. Coffee turns into confessions. A “terrible idea” turns into maybe this time. After Midnight at the Lake House is a second-chance romance about two people who already know each other’s worst habits, and choose each other anyway. No grand gestures. Just small ones: remembering how someone takes their coffee, building a fireplace, answering the text, moving cities for love. With rain on the roof, paper letters, a dog in a bowtie, and a proposal that’s anything but perfect, Claire and Daniel learn that love isn’t about perfect timing. It’s about showing up. Even when it’s messy. Especially then. HEA guaranteed. Fade-to-black intimacy. For fans of cozy, emotional, slow-burn love stories.

Introduction: A room where abnormal death occurs is collectively referred to as a haunted house. There are two types of haunted houses, one is the "green house" and the other is the "red house". The living people in the green house are fine, but the living people in the red house will undoubtedly die. I work as a real estate agent and accidentally sold a red mansion. Afterwards, I encountered a terrifying situation

I sell houses. Even the ones no one dares to live in. When a disgruntled client claimed the apartment I sold him was haunted, I did the only logical thing: I packed my bags and moved in. I didn't believe in ghosts. I didn't believe in curses. But then I saw the door. The door that shouldn't exist... Follow me on a journey where every listing comes with a dark secret, and the only way to sell the house is to survive the night.

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?"