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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. "Landlord, is this what you meant by 'the house can be a little crowded at night'‽"

After five years in prison, an insignificant security guard transforms into an unparalleled expert. On the day Yang Xiao is released from prison, he learns that he actually has an adorable daughter. It turns out that five years ago, on that fateful night, he had an encounter with a stunning female CEO... Amidst the surprise, a dreadful news strikes. His daughter has been secretly harmed and is now suffering from a terminal illness. A massive conspiracy is silently unfolding.

Lin Mo transmigrated to an eastern fantasy world. He started off with a classic “zero to hero” opening. Because of the [God Devourer] special attribute that he was born with, he used up countless resources, yet his cultivation level wouldn’t rise even one bit. Finally, he was chased out of the clan by the chief. He became responsible for managing the market place meant for newcomers at Initial Heart Village, which is a small town in the countryside. He thought that he would live the rest of his life uneventfully as a businessman. He didn’t expect that he would awaken the [Auction Rebate System] As long as the auction house sells items, Lin Mo would receive rebates several times the value of the item sold. [Ding! The host had auctioned off leftover bits from an elixir cauldron. Rebate give: Ninth Level Ultra Elixir: Heaven Forge Restoration Pill!] [Ding! The host had auctioned off the basic cultivation method: Strength Training Long Fist. Rebate given: Ninth Level Ultra Cultivation Method: Ancient Dragon Mammoth Method!] [Ding! The host had auctioned off a rusty bronze sword. Rebate give: Ninth Rank Ultra Weapon: God Slayer Sword!] [Ding! ...] As such, Lin Mo’s insane path to greatness has begun!

The runaway Chen Enci, upon first meeting Qin Jie, mistook him for the landlord: "Renting your room and bed!" Chen Enci, who moved into Qin Jie's house, woke up hungry in the middle of the night and knocked on Qin Jie's door: "Renting pots and pans!" A month later, Chen Enci saw Qin Jie bring home a pretty lady. He lingered at the front door before banging on Qin Jie's door: "Renting bathroom, facial cleanser, and shower gel!" Half a year later, Chen Enci, drunk, leaned into Qin Jie’s arms under the influence: "Renting... you!" ... We have all become the people we dreamed of being. We haven’t forgotten each other. The alternate title of this book is "You Above the Milky Way".

Lin Shanchu liebte Lu Shiyuan zu sehr. Sie war sogar bereit, ihr Leben für ihn zu geben und alles zu opfern, auch wenn Lu Shiyuan sie keines Blickes würdigte. An dem Tag, an dem bei ihr eine unheilbare Krankheit diagnostiziert wurde, stieß Lu Shiyuan sie für sein Traummädchen von einem Gebäude. Als Lin Shanchu mit dem Kopf aufschlug, erkannte sie plötzlich, dass sie die weibliche Hauptfigur eines Angst-Romans war. In der Zukunft würde sie sich weiterhin selbst quälen, indem sie sich für Lu Shiyuan aufopferte. Sie würde verlassen und gedemütigt werden … bis sie ein Happy End bekäme. Jetzt, da Lin Shanchu wieder bei klarem Verstand war, platzte es aus ihr heraus: „So soll ich ein Happy End bekommen? Papperlapapp!“ System: Charakter-Einstellung der weiblichen Hauptfigur bricht zusammen. Reparatur wird eingeleitet. Lin Shanchu: Zur Hölle mit dem Abschaum! System: Reparatur der Charakter-Einstellung fehlgeschlagen! Am ersten Tag ihres Erwachens entdeckte Lin Shanchu das Geheimnis des beliebtesten gelähmten Moguls des Romans, Huo Xunzhou. Lin Shanchu sagte: „Sorgen Sie dafür, dass Lu Shiyuan fällt, und ich werde Ihr Geheimnis für mich behalten.“ Huo Xunzhou saß in seinem Rollstuhl, ein schelmisches Glitzern in den Augen. „Drohen Sie mir?“ Das System erinnerte sie: [Der männliche Hauptcharakter stirbt nicht so leicht, aber die weibliche Hauptfigur wird sterben, wenn sie keine Beziehung führt.] Lin Shanchu antwortete: „Verstanden.“ Später wurde ‚Beliebte chinesische Opernsängerin Lin Shanchu beim Küssen des Filmstars im Ruhestand, Huo Xunzhou, auf der Straße gesehen‘ zu einer Trend-Suche. Das System sagte: ‚Na gut. Du kannst tun, was du willst, solange du ein Happy End bekommst.]

Rumah itu tampak indah dipandang dari luar. Semua nampak sempurna. Namun, dalam ruang luas itu tersimpan berjuta duka. "jika aku bisa memilih, maka aku akan memilih untuk tidak terlahir dalam rumah yang renyot ini," ucap gadis bernama Liona Anggraini itu dengan sendu. Tangis pilu menjadi pengiring rasa sakit yang ia miliki. Entah kapan rasa sesak yang memenuhi hatinya itu bisa pergi. "Percayalah! Rumah tidak selamanya menjadi tempat singgah yang baik, tapi di dalam rumah akan lahir generasi penerus yang jelas lebih baik dari sebelumnya." ucap seorang pria membesarkan hati wanita sendu itu. Lion Anggara, pemuda yang tumbuh dengan cinta keluarga utuh. Takdir membuat keduanya terjerat dalam liku cinta, intrik keluarga ikut ambil di dalamnya. Akankah cinta berselimut duka itu bisa menemui titik bahagia?

She came from a small house with a charpai in the middle of the room. He came from glass buildings and surgical lights. Two worlds. One sky. C Ismail never imagined leaving her family's tiny ice-cream shop in Punjab. Her world was books, prayer, and a single dream: study hard, earn the scholarship, and lift everyone who sacrificed for her. Dr. Azhan Joseph Kamran never imagined falling in love. His life was controlled, structured, and complete. Surgeon. Scholar. Son of wealth. He held hearts in his hands but never let anyone hold his. Then an airport changed everything. She was lost, covered, trembling. He was calm, distant, unreachable. Neither planned to stay. Neither planned to care. But some bonds aren't loud. They arrive on silent mornings — a lunch box packed before dawn, a forehead kiss after night shift, hands held under tables, prayers whispered across time zones. Between her books and his surgeries, between Punjab and California, between what family expects and what the heart chooses... C and Azhan learn that love doesn't always shout. Sometimes it sits beside you in a quiet car and stays. Same Sky: Some Bonds Aren't Loud is not just a love story. It is about trust. Responsibility. The courage to choose someone not because they complete you — but because they see you. Truly see you. And stay.

After acquiring a jade statue from a family gathering, our entire family transmigrated into a fantasy world! Follow our adventures in this new world as we learn new things, meet new people, fight powerful enemies and master our abilities. But first of all, we need to get used to our new names!

Arthur Moreau disappeared during a live broadcast. No warning. No transition. No last words. One moment he was finishing a world event in front of fifty thousand viewers. The next, he was gone, and what arrived somewhere else was Gepetto: his character, his creation, the most feared Marionettist ever built in a game where power was the only language that mattered. The world that caught him is not new to collapse. Gods have existed here, and some of them have died. What stands now is only the latest arrangement of a cycle that never needed him. Elysion is a Republic in the way that a cracked foundation is still a building. The institutions function. The titles exist. But beneath the gas lamps and the steam columns and the elevated rails connecting district to district, the actual structure is simpler: those with enough power do what they want, and everyone else absorbs the cost. The working class breathes chemical residue and calls it employment. The middle class negotiates in a market that has stopped rewarding negotiation, trains for credentials that no longer open doors, and moves forward because stopping is worse. There is no king here. There are only people with enough accumulated weight to act as though the question of permission does not apply to them. The Church of the Solar God holds the whole thing together, which is not a metaphor. A population that does not share language, origin, or history requires something to organize around, and the Church understood this long before anyone thought to ask. The Solar God is not a symbol. He walks. He acts. He has reasons of his own. And now, Players have begun to appear. Not as heroes. Not as chosen figures. As variables carrying power without understanding the system they have entered. The world does not pause for them. It absorbs them, bends around them, and continues. Gepetto does not try to fight it. He studies it. While others assert themselves through force, faith, or the assumption that visibility equals strength, he builds something quieter. Not an army. Not a faction. A structure: distributed, patient, invisible until it is not. A web that does not need to be seen to function. The skills are real now. The strings are real. And what they touch does not reset. House of Puppets is a story about control, belief, and the cost of acting in a world indifferent to your intentions. It follows a man who does not seek to win, but to understand the rules well enough that losing becomes unlikely. Because the puppeteer pulls the strings. But in a world this old, someone is always watching. A word from the author: House of Puppets is not a standard webnovel. Not power fantasy. You won't get that constant power escalation hit or that achievement system satisfaction. What you get is slow burn, structured more like a novel than serialized content. Each chapter accumulates. Each arc tightens. Tension builds and doesn't release until it's supposed to. The work touches on philosophy, politics, economy, metaphysics, theology. Everything woven into narrative, not explained to you. If you've already read Lord of Mysteries, Reverend Insanity, A Song of Ice and Fire, works that trust readers to hold complexity, you already know what we're trying to do here. The ambition is simple and honest: get there. Write something that redefines what this genre can do. I can't promise we make it. I'm a beginner without experience and this work is experimental. But I can promise I'll give everything I have trying.

"The House of Horror - Part One" The novel that revolutionized psychological horror literature and redefined fear itself. Welcome to the house that never sleeps... because it's busy haunting its inhabitants. This towering building hides in the heart of a quiet Egyptian city, its heart throbbing with crime, madness, and screams that no one hears... except the walls. In this place, everything begins with a single crime... Nasser, the father, a man in his fifties, suffocated by the shadows of his past, his mind collapsing behind a locked door. In a moment of madness, he slaughtered his wife, Nour, with his own hands, opening a dark gateway that changed everything. His son, Malek, the young man who tried to forget... found himself falling into an abyss with no bottom. Voices haunt him... hallucinations suffocate him... and memories bleed every night. And in this house, Malek begins his journey toward the abyss... Is he a victim? Or a killer in the making? As for Sophia, the silent sister… she sinks into a hysteria no one understands, and the secrets she hides become more dangerous than the shadows she sees. This isn't a haunted house. This is a conscious house… harboring hatred… and growing with blood. You will see: Nightmares - Hysteria - Jinn Intervention - Victims Turned Killers A terrifying collapse of the human mind when besieged by fear. Crimes intertwined with supernatural forces, logic crumbling, and a terrifying reality slowly taking shape. Detectives driven mad - a super-intelligent killer Characters so vivid you'll feel their breath beside you. A heart-wrenching climax that makes the last page an unforgettable stab. If you think you've read horror literature before… If you think you know something about ghosts… then what is the truth about jinn? Do you believe in them? If you think you can sleep after midnight... You're mistaken. Because this house doesn't haunt its victims... it creates them. House of Horrors - Part One - from the House of Horrors series by Mo Khalil Not a novel... It's a psychological test, A dark abyss, A terrifying experience you won't emerge from the same way you entered. The murder wasn't the beginning. It was the first confession. In the House of Horrors, no one is innocent, and no one leaves the same way they entered. Nasser was more than just a father. And that night... Nour wasn't just a wife. It was the beginning of something far worse. A body inside a quiet house. Malik and Sophia see their murdered mother... and then everything begins to change. Secrets... never die. Malik... hasn't forgotten. That scene didn't just pass by... it was etched into his memory... and transformed within him... into something dark. Malik: "I could see blood... even when I closed my eyes." Malik: "I thought I was having a nightmare... until I realized I'd become part of it." Malik wasn't born a killer... but the house was enough to make him one. Days pass, but the house doesn't forget. Voices in the hallways. Shadows moving without owners... And faces... no longer the same. A frightened sister... living on the edge of the abyss. A mind slowly crumbling... unnoticed. And a desire... taking shape in the darkness. Every room... holds a memory. Every wall... is a witness. And every silence... hides a crime. Then... the truth begins to emerge. Not everything that happened was an accident. And not everyone in the house is a victim. In this place, you're either a killer or waiting your turn.