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"stare at the dark for too long and eventually you'll see what isn't there." a 'haunted mansion' expedition couldn't possibly go wrong for 7 boys, right? if you exclude the occasional screaming, sure. yhat's until one of them ends up dead. a horror and thriller short story lowercase intended *STORY COMPLETED*

With my wedding just around the corner, I was putting the finishing touches on the new Lake Union apartment I shared with my fiancé, Grant. My fiancé, Grant Reed, returned from a business trip to San Francisco bearing gifts for the entire office. A limited-edition whiskey from Napa Valley for our director, the latest Hermès scarf for Chloe. He had meticulously considered everyone’s preferences, yet he stood before me empty-handed. He casually tossed a box of peanut butter cookies—Chloe’s rejects—onto my desk. "I overbought and forgot to grab you anything. Here, take these." Chloe sashayed up to him, purring, "Grant, you're just the sweetest. Avery's so lucky to have you." I lowered my head, my eyes locking on the words "Peanut Butter" emblazoned on the box. A chill washed over me. In the seven years we had been together, he had stayed late with Chloe to handle a thousand "emergencies." Yet, he still couldn't remember that I had a severe peanut allergy. The kind that could kill me. He didn't care if I lived or died. What was I even holding on for? This time, I didn't bother with a gentle reminder. I simply unlocked my phone and calmly called the wedding planning company. "Please cancel the wedding scheduled for next month. I'm calling it off."

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I saw an automatically synced email receipt on Garrett's iPad. It didn't belong to me. It was from a high-end bespoke gallery in Chicago, commissioned for a two-person portrait. I called my husband, Garrett Sterling. "Have you commissioned any art recently?" There was a brief silence on the other end, then he chuckled, his voice effortlessly smooth, betraying nothing. "Oh, that. I was commissioning a gift for my business partner, Brooke. A housewarming present, he explained, for her new estate in the Hamptons." Brooke was a fiercely private woman. She would never commission a portrait for public display. More importantly, the sketch attached to the receipt showed a woman with waist-length hair. My hair has always been a chic, short bob. I ended the call without another word. Then, I headed straight for the address in the email. Through the floor-to-ceiling window, I saw a young woman with waist-length hair holding Garrett's arm, her body pressed intimately against his. He’d complained countless times that my short hair wasn't feminine enough—that I was all business, no soul. Apparently, the long-haired woman was his type.

“Hot! Hot! HOT!” Li Yanjun’s voice echoed through the steel chamber, but no one heard him – not over the roar of the furnace that had just devoured him alive. The last thing he saw was a flash of red, and then...n Nothing. When he woke up again, he was lying face-down in dirt. Not just dirt. It was warm. Alive. Breathing. “What the hell?” He sat up, spitting soil out of his mouth. “Am I dead or just buried?!” But as his eyes adjusted, he realized something stranger than death had happened. There was no sky. No sun. Only an endless ceiling of glowing crystals and hanging stalactites, stretching across a cavern so vast it looked like another world. Then it hit him. He’d been reincarnated. Not into a kingdom. Not into some fairyland with dragons and princesses. Nope. His second life came with pickaxes, darkness, and dirt for days. “...So you’re telling me I died as a miner and reincarnated... as a miner?” Li Yanjun groaned, rubbing his face. “What happened to rich young masters and cheat codes?” Just as he was about to curse the heavens (which didn’t even exist here), a crimson brand lit up on his chest. A warmth pulsed deep in his soul, familiar, terrifying. That furnace. The damn thing followed him. A screen flickered into existence before his eyes: [Primordial Forge Bound. Soul Link Established.] Li Yanjun blinked. Then smiled. “Okay... Maybe this life won’t be so bad.” And so began the legend of Xing Yan, the man who mined his way to godhood.

In a world where Ether determines one’s fate, Alf was deemed talentless—an outcast in his own clan. Yet, beneath his supposed weakness lies a secret even he doesn’t understand. His journey begins in struggle, but fate has far greater plans for him. Through relentless training and sheer will, he carves a path no one has ever walked before. From a nameless boy to a warrior, a leader, and beyond—his story is one of growth, challenge, and an unshakable spirit. Read more to know. Note: My first time ever attempting to write. If you are intending to read this, please feel free to give me pointers on where I can improves and where the sentence structure feels awkward. I am willing to hear constructive criticism..

It's an infinite cycle of life and death. When you know someone for so many lives, will things change as a result? If the person you cared about became the opposite of what they aspired to be, would you kill them to give them a fresh start? Well, in this world there is no evil. There's only stupidity and clashes of ideals. What if you lived forever in an endless cycle? How do you entertain yourself? What are the rules of age? Is there a book on it? Infinite is forever. Finite is ending. . . . "So, you're telling us that you all are over billions and even trillions of years old?" The three nodded. "Well, no one can say that need an adult when you're around. But at the same time, you've all died young countless times. Does liking someone in this life make you pedophiles? But, you're also technically young. Right?" He chimed in snickering, "I don't think you should think about this." "Why? These are legitimate concerns." "If you try to think anymore, I'll explode from laughter, they'll swell with pity, and your brain will collapse." "...what?" "He just called you a stupidhead!"

The child of two cosmic beings Astraylius Von Asterea born as Extraordinary One as he grows his Adventure begins

Alfa Damon, Kuzey Amerika'daki en büyük sürünün eşsiz Alfası, Yaşlıların onu kendi seçtikleri bir gelinle evlenmeye zorladığı bir gerçekle yüzleşiyor. Bir çıkar evliliği. Güç için bir evlilik. Damon, Yaşlıların onu entrikalarında kullanmak istediğinin farkında ve onlara kimsenin piyonu olmadığını göstermeye kararlı. Kimse onu evliliğe zorlayamaz, Ay Tanrıçası bile. "Hayatımda bana engel olacak bir kadına ihtiyacım yok. Bir kız arkadaş bir rahatsızlık, bir eş bir sorun ve bir hayat eşi bir felaket olur." Boyun eğecek mi? Hangisini seçecek? Eşini bulduğunda bir seçeneği olacak mı? Damon'a, hayatına doğru kadın girdiğinde ufkunu genişleteceği ve en beklenmedik şekillerde değişeceği yolculuğunda katılın. --- Not: ana hikaye 986. bölümle sona erer. --- Benimle iletişime geçin. Discord: https://discord.gg/cFaejHB Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RedSonia.Novels Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/redsonia_novels/ --- Kapağın sahibiyim. --- Diğer romanlarıma bir göz atın! - Amara - Kavuşma - Yüce Alfa - Bu Kader mi? - Kazaya Yatkın

Etzli dreams of joining the Outrangers, heroic warriors who strive to bring justice to an unjust galaxy. But the young woman also hides a dark secret, as perplexing to her as it is dangerous. Arrested for a crime she didn't commit, Etzli uncovers the real perpetrators -- who offer a way to wield the darkness within her. As more lives come under threat, she must choose between her deep desire to be a hero and her disturbingly natural talent for being a villain. Infinite Night is created by La Fuente, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

In her previous life, she took the wrong "white lotus" script, causing her to die a miserable death. Heaven has let her live again, so she shouldn't have to suffer the hardships of her past life once more! Feng Moxi sheds her weakness from her previous life. Making a new choice, she must fight! There are monsters! Kill them! There are scumbags! Eliminate them! With her meager strength, she picks up a Heavy Sword and forges a difficult path forward. Unexpectedly, that arrogant and reckless person who caused her no small amount of trouble along the way eventually becomes a comrade-in-arms to whom she can entrust her back, a companion for life. The sky fills with darkness, the Demon People emerge! The Heavenly Dao returns. One day, Feng Moxi is leisurely roasting beast meat by the river. Chaoyang, having just finished fighting a demon beast, sees the crumbs on her lips and immediately leans in. "Want some?" Chaoyang dazedly nodded his head. Suddenly, a piece of burnt beast meat is stuffed into his mouth. Chaoyang pulls Feng Moxi into his embrace, gently brushes the corner of her lips with his hand, and says, "You're mine!" Apocalypse + Cultivation + Doting Boyfriend