quiet terror

As an anti-fan of the idol group, Starry Night, An Xiaxia is happy to spend her time online slandering lead singer Sheng Yize. But things take an unexpected turn when An Xiaxia starts high school - the Starry Night trio somehow becomes her classmates, and even end up moving into her house. Also, the nation’s idol Sheng Yize seems particularly interested in An Xiaxia for some reason... Sheng Yize: Xiaxia, if I and a chicken wing fall into the water together, which one will you save? An Xiaxia: Hm… I can't swim, so obviously you're going to save yourself and get my chicken wing out! Sheng Yize: I thought I was the nation’s idol???

“Want to know the meaning of life? Want to live… a real life?” The world changes when you click YES. In God’s dimension, you have to keep getting stronger, keep evolving to survive one horror movie after another. Do you kill everyone in your way to reach the end as a lone king? Or fight along with your comrades and survive through the support of friends? Everything was just for staying alive. Until you find the secret of God’s dimension. Who is the real enemy?

[Desenvolvedor de Jogos de Terror: Meus jogos não são tão assustadores!] Eu odeio terror. Desde os sons de passos correndo atrás de mim, até os sussurros suaves, mas inquietantemente frios se enrolando em meus ouvidos... Tudo isso. Eu odeio. Tanto que começo a vomitar quando atinjo um certo limite. E ainda assim, sou um Desenvolvedor de Jogos de Terror. Um péssimo, por sinal. Então, dada a minha falta de habilidade, decidi desistir. Mas ainda assim... [Parabéns, você foi selecionado para o Sistema de Desenvolvimento de Jogos de Terror!] Não, eu não quero isso. Deixe-me desistir. ※ Nota: Seu mundo pode sofrer algumas mudanças. Mas não se preocupe! É parte do jogo! *** Esta é uma história sobre um desenvolvedor de jogos que odeia terror, mas não tem escolha a não ser desenvolver jogos assustadores o suficiente para traumatizar as pessoas. Você quer me amaldiçoar por fazer você urinar nas calças? Se for esse o caso, a quem devo amaldiçoar? *** Uma história inspirada em SCP com seu próprio toque!

[Desarrollador de Juegos de Terror: ¡Mis juegos no dan tanto miedo!] Odio el terror. Desde los sonidos nerviosos de pasos corriendo detrás de mí, hasta los susurros suaves pero inquietantemente fríos envolviéndome los oídos... Todo eso. Lo odio. Tanto que empiezo a vomitar cuando alcanzo cierto umbral. Y aun así, soy un Desarrollador de Juegos de Terror. Uno mediocre, además. Así que, dada mi falta de habilidad, decidí renunciar. Y sin embargo... [¡Felicidades, has sido seleccionado para el Sistema Desarrollador de Juegos de Terror!] No, no lo quiero. Déjame renunciar. ※ Nota: Tu mundo podría experimentar algunos cambios. ¡Pero no te preocupes! ¡Es parte del juego! *** Esta es una historia sobre un desarrollador de juegos que odia el terror, pero no tiene más remedio que desarrollar juegos lo suficientemente aterradores como para traumatizar a la gente. ¿Quieres maldecirme por hacer que te orines en los pantalones? Si ese es el caso, ¿a quién maldigo yo? *** ¡Una historia inspirada en SCP con su propio giro!

One day, Wei Xiao Bei gets dragged into The Dust World, a post-apocalyptic world ruled by monsters from myths, legends, games, etc. He also gains the power to travel between it and the real world, as well as the power called the 'Status Panel'. With this power, he chooses to strengthen himself to explore the vast mysteries and terror of the other world. What mysteries await him? What is The Dust World? Author's Synopsis: What the hell is this? What the hell happened here? How did my room become so ruined after a single night? The floor and table were covered in dust, his new poster of Zhang Liang Ying that had just been posted on the wall a few days ago had already become yellow and tattered all over. Even Zhang Liang Ying’s beautiful face became monstrous as if an old devil was looking at him with a terrifying smile. The walls were covered by a mist of cobwebs and the fruits placed on top of the coffee table were withered and rotted to the point that the mold on them had turned black. The fruits below even seemed to have turned into mush. The aluminium framed window that the landlord had just installed not that long ago was now covered in a layer of white ash and the glass was filled with cracks and covered in dust. The computer beside his bed was also covered by cobwebs and was accompanied by an empty water glass with a withered worm inside of it. Dust filled the air making Wei Xiao Bei choke as he tried to breathe. Everything seemed to be ash gray without any light as if looking at television static. After just one night, it seemed like everything in the room had aged for centuries or even millennia. Mother… is this a dream? This must be a dream!

Upon waking up, Flanders traveled to a modern world that had magic and turned into a scarecrow that had zero mobility! Fortunately, as long as he absorbed fear, he could continue to evolve! From then on, an existence that caused a headache for the Wizard’s Association was born! He was called the Demon Lord of Terror, Master of Nightmares, Ancient Evil Now, Nightmare’s Edge... He, was the most powerful existence in this world!

When I opened my eyes, I found myself trapped in the very novel I despise most, and to make matters worse, I became Samuel Gebb, the tragic main character. Samuel's wife constantly brings other men into their home, and he’s forced to endure her mowns with other mens. But here's the twist: I’m not Samuel. I’m the Heavenly Demon, a being feared by the world for my martial prowess. In my first life, I was just an ordinary student who read this novel and became deeply depressed for months. In my second life, I took on the role of the Heavenly Demon and conquered the world. Now, if Abigail, the female lead, thinks she can control me like she did with Samuel, she’s gravely mistaken. I’m going to ensure she pays for what she did to Samuel. In the novel, Abigail claims she never slept with any men, but I don’t believe her, even if she’s telling the truth. I’ll make her regret the three years she tormented Samuel. Original Novel: The Marriage she turned into War. Author POV: that was utterly disgusting Novel and I'm seriously thinking why Webfic wrote it and what is the reason for Author to make Main character Suffer So much, So this will be more like a Fantasy Friction of Original and I'm gonna make sure this Novel will be Masterpiece Please don't get me wrong but after Reading the Original Novel I'm having Trust Issues with Love and Marriage but will see if I want to make Main character to Ship with someone or to Give him Harem.

Un apuesto semiorco de cuerpo corpulento y músculos perfectos yace de pie, con una gran hacha sobre un hombro. Sus ojos azul neón observan el vacío, esperando a aquellos que amenazarían su mundo. Enormes criaturas de figuras monstruosas, bestias del abismo, están aquí para matar al orco. Sus alaridos de ira y gritos de dolor llenaban el aire. Los cadáveres de estos monstruos rodean su cuerpo, formando su trono de pavor. Su larga cola se estrella contra el suelo, convirtiéndolos en pulpa mientras usa su brutal hacha con poderosos tajos, partiéndolos en pedazos. "¡Este mundo será nuestro; no puedes detener a nuestra legión! ¡Orco!", sonó una voz distorsionada y malvada. "¡MÍRAME!", gritó el orco, lleno de confianza y orgullo. En un acto de desafío, una niebla púrpura lo envolvió mientras se transformaba en un monstruo, con largas alas de grifo y afilados cuernos en la cabeza; un cuerpo corpulento y musculoso, y piernas cubiertas de gruesas escamas y pezuñas negras. ¡Bang! El orco avanzó, con el corazón ardiendo de pasión y deseo mientras bramaba con una voz demoníaca y distorsionada. "Yo soy el Soberano del Terror, viles Demonios. ¡Este es MI mundo! ¡Regresen a su páramo a pudrirse, o MUERAN!" Era una mantícora, la única mantícora macho que jamás ha existido. No lucha por poder. ¡Ni por la gloria! Alistair "Raven" Granbell lucha solo por sus amadas mujeres y porque AMA luchar contra los fuertes y aplastarlos bajo su hacha Mor'vaal para demostrar que merece su título de Soberano del Terror.

At eighteen she is already a legend in the army. The coldest, sharpest soldier in a generation, perfect at everything she touches and interested in nothing but the next target. They call her a machine. No one knows she is the lost heir of a slaughtered crime family, alive only because someone hid her, and that every medal she earns is one more step toward the man who killed her parents. Three men know who she really is. The youngest general in the country's history loved her before either of them had a word for it, and now guards her from the shadows — she files him under "older brother." The soldier she grew up and bled beside would burn the world for her, and she is certain he only ever sees a little sister. And the mafia lord who has hunted her for three years means to set a crown on her head or a bullet through it, whichever keeps her. She misreads the first two and underestimates the third. She is wrong on every count.

[BL]Back into the Enigma's Den- new bl book out _____ “You motherfucker… don’t come back to this shop again… or else…” Customers flinched at the loud noise. The next second, someone was thrown out of the shop by the delicate but handsome-looking omega shopkeeper. The alpha hunters flinched as they watched the omega shopkeeper move back after throwing an alpha out all on his own, and they all thought the same thing—do not anger the shopkeeper and do not go after him. After all, to these low-level alpha hunters, the omega civilian shopkeeper was a celebrity. However, what these hunters did not know was the secret the omega shopkeeper hid. Not only was he a hunter, but also part of the first-generation hunters who went after the world’s first and last L-class gate, and perished. But Kyle somehow survived. And not only did he survive, but he also found himself returning 10 years after he entered the L-class gate as a dead man walking. With no money and no identity to call his own, Kyle decided to start fresh from the bottom and live a civilian life he was not able to last time. He almost succeeded, if not for the new customers of his that were trying to uncover his identity. The world had changed from the once-bleak one where hunters were feared, to one where hunters were revered as celebrities, but Kyle had no intention of stepping into the limelight. Now, if only others got the message, he would appreciate it as well. After all, he had no intention of mingling with the world of top hunters again, even if the pull tried to bring him back. ______ New book out. Please check it out.