ghosts in houses stories

This text has no male lead, no romance. The female lead is slightly timid in the first volume, a bit infatuated in the second, and from the third volume onwards... life seems like a Siberian Husky. Below is the sequence of volumes, if there are chapters missing, they're probably blocked. 1 Who's best at murder and dismemberment? Look in the suitcase for jackals and wolves. 2 I can handle tutoring, even rocks can be turned to gold. 3 Freshman military training brings tears, Changan loves to eat smoked sausage. 4 A thousand miles of predestined marriage hangs by a thread, whether it's good or bad all depends on fate. 5 My idol is the absolute best, the idol chose me to be their partner. 6 The boss behind the scenes is here, doing whatever they want without logic. 7 Ghost Festival inspiration comes late, helplessly put here. 8 Official advancement and wealth cost a child's life, a good son leaps like a carp over the dragon gate. 9 A trip to the plastic surgery clinic, all the fat is shaken off. 11 Who in the Human World can resist a beauty? Run out of roman numerals, use numbers instead. 11 Turtles may live long, but still dread the end, the characters fear a 404. 12 The local zombie looks handsome, cries out adorably when opening its mouth. 13 One dance captures the city, the beauty of the past fades away. There's a lot more, too tired to write the summary...

Mo Lin has been appointed as the Head of Yin Department in Yedou, the city of ghosts, and returned to Earth with the Ghost Suppression Book. Though the Earth has already been occupied by evil spirits, Mo Lin is way powerful than them. "Young man, don't go out at night. There are ghosts outside, it's too scary." "Ghosts? Sorry, I'm not afraid. The more ghosts there are, the more excited I get."

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!

Alexander, a world-class sales training expert and a holder of the Social Tyrant certification, found himself transported to a parallel universe, entering a world that seemed straight out of a horror story. However, this world wasn't as terrifying as he had initially thought. In this realm, being a social maestro meant you could do almost anything you pleased. Leveraging his exceptional social skills, Alexander turned even the most fearsome ghosts into friends. Moreover, as his rapport with them grew, he received additional rewards. Affinity Level 60 Headless Ghost: "If you like, I can give you this head as a keepsake." Affinity Level 100 Female Ghost Teacher: "Darling, stay with me tonight, and let me show you what the Ice and Fire truly feel like!"

Elizabeth has lived her whole life under ostracization, bullying, and all sorts of painful realities that a high school girl like her can only hope to avoid. It was all due to her ability to be able to see invisible beings that was also known as ghosts. However, it was that same ability that helped her meet the most popular boy in her school year, Nico, who came to ask her about ghost hunting. That meeting ended up becoming the start of a new chapter for Elizabeth. A chapter filled with drama, hatred, hope, as well as happiness. From hunting demons together, Elizabeth grew closer with Nico as the two lived their high school life. Conflicts, jealousy, and confessions stood in their way of being together. Despite all those things, everything will only become much more difficult for them in the future. It may even require challenging the world.

My grandfather was a tattoo artist, but he specialized in tattooing sinister designs. Tattooing, an ancient art, has flowed silently through the ages. In ancient times it was called "mo" (墨, ink), referred to in classical texts as "ni" (涅) - the process of embedding ink beneath the skin's surface with needles to create permanent patterns. For over 2,000 years in China, people have adorned their bodies with auspicious floral tattoos for blessings and spiritual protection. But there exists another kind of tattoo - one intertwined with the occult and dark arts. These are said to possess mysterious powers: warding off evil, changing fortunes, attracting wealth, enhancing romance, and ensuring safety. The world knows them as the Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts. Around these enigmatic yin-yang tattoos begins a thrilling tale brimming with vivid stories. What hidden secrets and forbidden knowledge lie concealed within? Where will these dark designs lead their bearers...

After a car accident, Cen Pan lost every loved one aside from her younger brother, who was lying in the ICU. Feeling that she was on the verge of suffocating from the burden of medical fees right after graduation, she was visited by her grandmother in her dream. "Darling, I had a friend who really loves the clothes you design. Would you burn one of them for him? He will pay you handsomely." Cen Pan simply found it surreal, but did so anyway so that she could be at ease. The next night, her grandmother gave her an address and a password in her dream. "Here, this is the password of the safe, and his payment is in there." Skeptical, Cen Pan looked for the safe at the address, and found a diamond worth a hundred grand in the safe! After that, her deceased family members kept appearing in her dreams. "Darling, it's going to rain tomorrow—so bring an umbrella." "Darling, I met a hacker who had been dead for a hundred years, and he’s asking if you want to inherit his lost art." "Darling, do you have a boyfriend? I just made a friend who really wants you to marry his grandson!" Marry? Cen Pan immediately shook her head, but was stunned when her grandfather showed the grandson's photo. Why did he resemble her new boss so much?!

"Wifey, how can you forget your husbands?" A red-robed Demon asked with a cute pout. "...." "Let the wifey rest, she has lost her memories." The blue-robed demon said as he tucked the girl in a bundle of covers. -- "Wifey, I'm hungry. Please let me eat you." The red-robed Demon whined cutely as he eyed the girl. "...." "Come with me. We need to cook for wifey." The blue-robed Demon said as he dragged his brother out of the room. *** Da Xia was a twenty-six-year-old youth, who loved to take care of her small farm during the day and also loved to be a writer on an online platform during the night. When a writing contest on the cultivation theme started on the online platform, Da Xia immediately took part in it due to her love for the genre. Little did she knew that the very next morning she would find herself transmigrated into the exact plot that she started writing the previous evening. The two Demon Princes whom she killed in the plot by the hands of the female lead, were now her husbands and they were hell-bent on making her regret plotting their death. As the girl was surrounded by a very poor and underdeveloped village, two pestering ghosts who were her husbands, and a strong will to return to her world to complete her story and win the contest, how would she find her way out of so many problems? The only companion that she got was a discarded system that another author on the online writing platform had kicked out of their story plot because they didn't like it. Talk about problems! *** WARNING: Mature content in the story (smut). Also, keep in mind that the female lead has two husbands in the story! -- The cover of the story belongs to me. -- My Other stories are : #Journey To Become an Insanely Pampered Wife (On-going) #Glamorous Journey of the Female Protagonist (Completed) #Vampire Empress: Blood Queen & Her Kings (Completed) #The Broken Angel and Her Overprotective Brothers (Completed) #The Veil Of Darkness (Completed) --

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

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.