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A grieving mother. A disgraced cartographer. A child whose eyes don’t blink right. They all find the same town on the same fog-laced morning. A quiet place with friendly smiles and streets that curl back on themselves. No one can leave. The road out is just another Main Street. The town knows you. It builds your childhood home room by room — then hangs your own rotting corpse in the basement. Your dead daughter waves from an upstairs window. Her mouth is sewn shut with your hair. The town feeds on guilt. On memory. On the space between what you remember and what stands in front of you wearing a smile too wide. When your mind finally snaps, the town drinks the scream. Then it wears your face as wallpaper. There are rules. A Red Door that only opens when you confess your worst sin while being skinned alive. A Prophet made of flayed muscle who hangs from the clocktower and tells the future in riddles. A Welcoming Committee that used to be victims. They come in every shape: the Memory Eaters that swallow your loved ones until you can’t recall their faces but still feel the wound. The streets that breathe. The houses that sigh.

A simple Tower Climb novel.

She belongs in the wilderness. Always have, always will. Abandoned in the wilderness since she was a child, she has clawed and killed for every scrap of food and every breath she breathes. She has been one with nature for as long as she has known, feeling at home with the gnarled roots, the twisting branches, and the constant danger of the Fingard Forest. Then, she met others like her, but now quite. - First novel written on Webnovel I'm not sure why, but tag says 'contemporary romance'. There is/will be romance, but that is not the main focus. Unstable updating schedule. May go on hiatus at any point. Publishing on Scribblehub

Trong một khu rừng hoang dã, ẩn mình dưới ánh bình minh, là Đền Mặt Trăng—một kiến trúc cổ đại bị bao phủ bởi kết giới cấm đoán mà ngay cả Thánh Kỵ Sĩ mạnh nhất cũng không thể xuyên qua. Nơi yên bình và bị cô lập ấy, chỉ có duy nhất Yuu, một High Elf xinh đẹp nhưng cô độc, ngày ngày lau dọn và chờ đợi. Cuộc sống tĩnh lặng đó bị phá vỡ khi Will, một chàng trai tóc đen mang vẻ ngoài lãng tử, dễ dàng bước xuyên qua lớp kết giới bất khả xâm phạm. Will trở về sau bốn năm viễn chinh đầy bão táp. Sự đoàn tụ không chỉ là niềm vui mà còn là những giọt nước mắt chất chứa nỗi cô đơn của Yuu. Will hiểu rõ sự trống trải mà Yuu đã trải qua khi bị giam hãm trong Đền Mặt Trăng. Ai là Will? Sức mạnh nào cho phép cậu vượt qua kết giới cổ đại? Và điều gì đang chờ đợi hai con người này sau bốn năm xa cách, khi bí mật của Đền Mặt Trăng vẫn còn bị khóa chặt? (Chi tiết truyện hoàn toàn hư cấu)

In a world where anomalies fracture reality, there exists a Neutralization Department. Those who work there and destroy anomalies are called Fugs. Our protagonist becomes one of them against his own will.

Two weapons clanged. A sturdy long stick with a large mace on top was swayed aside by a strong female warrior. With her short reddish hair and a menacing yell, she trusted her chain mace towards a tall girl with a long pointy tail and protruding fangs. She barely dodged her attack, throwing her body to the ground of the arena. The audience behind the flimsy fence roared and cheered in a frenzy. They were packed tight around the rocky walls, thirsting for blood. The fallen girl heaved, holding her weapon tight. Standing up, she narrated, "Someone once joked 'Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company'. Only fools can believe this to be true." Her opponent cackled with a smirk, ready for another attack. "Do you want to know what it's like down here? Well, let me tell you." The woman in question entered this world as a very old and very ill woman. Surrounded by her loved ones, she closed her eyes and entered a hell-like dimension. It resembled a large city floating on a lake of lava, called Helltown. With very little resources, she had to find a way to survive. Luckily, there was hope. The woman used a spell to become a beautiful young woman with super strength. Disguised, she fought demons, escaped the slums, ended up in a brothel and then as a gladiator in an arena. With many enemies and shifty allies, she finally managed to catch a break and get to the top floors, where the intrigues truly start. Along the way, we learn more about her life on Earth and the possible reasons for her being there. Can she stay sane among such evil? What is Helltown, and does it affect the life on Earth? A lot, actually.

Fear is such an emotion pre-programmed in all animals and people as an instinctive response to potential danger. This feeling is not always adaptive. This is not a good feeling; There is no freedom, no happiness. It appears in many forms. The most common expression is anger. Your life is a struggle from fear to victory. The opposite of fear, is awareness of unity. The most powerful generator of fear is the concept of death. In common language, the end of the life of any living being is called death. Death usually occurs as a result of old age, greed, attachment, disease, malnutrition. Mainly there are 101 forms of death, but there are 8 main types. In which old age, disease, accident, accidental trauma, grief, worry and greed are the main forms of death.

Short collections of love stories. I hope you enjoy! - Eden

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Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!