spontaneous

femide has built her life on rules, no chaos, no love, no unnecessary attachments. Raised by heartbreak and shaped by a past that taught her to distrust happily-ever-afters, she finds comfort in routine and independence. Romance is not just unimportant-it's unwanted. Until one unexpected meeting shatters everything. Daniel Ferguson is unlike anyone she's ever encountered; mysterious, calculating, and dangerously perceptive. What begins as a simple business interaction quickly spirals into something far more unsettling when he proposes not love, but a contract: a marriage without emotions, defined by rules and an easy exit. Drawn into a world that challenges her carefully controlled existence, Ifemide must confront the very thing she's spent her life avoiding-connection. But as lines blur between logic and emotion, one question lingers: Can a relationship built without love remain that way... or is it destined to become something neither of them planned?

When do we start? Where do we end? Who is God, and where did he come from? Spontaneous Intelligence is a series of short stories giving details of the start of life and the orgins of the start, whether it be science or a God.

Media mogul Ray Fisher loses his life in a plane crash during one of his jet trips. Fisher's cause of death is officially recorded as an aviation accident. Ray Fisher's daughter, Kyla, is convinced that her father was murdered. She persuades Major Boris Pavlov to investigate the case. Pavlov seeks the assistance of his friend, Professor Simon Blake. Blake unravels a chain of events that connects an international child trafficking and illegal drug production network, the scandal-ridden mysterious past of the Fisher family, and the enigmatic phenomenon of spontaneous human combustion.

short horror stories

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A Poem documentary.

It used to be one perfect story, until everything started to fall apart. Will this be the spoiler of their own "The End"? A story full of betrayals, regrets and mistrust. A story full of twists and turns. Will it be a happy ending or just another happen ending?

Not every feeling should be in speech with a voices.

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?"