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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.

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.

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.

The world of Althera was heading toward ruin. Yet no one realized it. In a small village, a young man named Ren lived with knowledge he was never meant to possess. He knew the future. He knew the tragedy that would befall the world. And he knew that by the end of the story, nearly everyone would lose something precious. Meanwhile, a young woman named Elaria embarked on a journey to change the fate that had once shattered her life. With unwavering resolve, she sought to save those she had once failed to protect. Elsewhere, a young swordsman named Leon carried wounds from the past that had never truly healed. In search of the meaning behind the strength he wielded, he stepped into a world slowly sinking into darkness. The fate that was meant to follow a single path began to change. Ancient Relics that had slumbered for thousands of years began choosing new bearers. Secrets buried since the First Era gradually came to light. And behind it all, a mysterious man named Alunaris merely watched. One who was never recorded in history. One who was never meant to exist. One who might know the origin of the entire world. As the past, present, and future began to collide, four souls who were never meant to meet would be forced to confront Althera’s greatest truth. That destiny is not something to be followed. But something to be defied. An epic fantasy tale of friendship, loss, hope, and the struggle against a fate already written. Because sometimes... The last hero is not the one who saves the world. But the one who refuses to surrender to it.

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

"Manon's dream of becoming a bestselling author just took a sharp turn into a real-life thriller! One minute she's battling writer's block, the next, a mysterious, ornate bracelet gifts her with the power to write words that shimmer into reality. But this magic comes with a price: she's plunged into a dangerous mystery surrounding 'Over the Moon,' a stolen fantasy novel rumored to hold powerful secrets. At a glamorous costume party, a crucial chapter of 'Over the Moon' vanishes, and Manon finds herself kidnapped and left for dead. Waking up with cryptic messages and a pounding headache, she's determined to uncover the truth. But things get even more complicated when a masked blonde stranger keeps appearing, his intentions as unclear as his identity. And to make matters worse, she suspects her secret crush, the aloof Robin, might be connected to the theft. Now, high school isn't just about surviving pop quizzes – it's a race against time to recover the stolen chapter, decipher the cryptic messages, and figure out who she can trust. Can Manon master her newfound powers and unravel the mystery of 'Over the Moon' before her own story ends in tragedy? Or will her dream of becoming a writer become a deadly reality?"

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!