The day they buried me, everyone cried beautifully. Everyone believes Iris Vale is dead. The ocean took her. The town mourned her. And the truth was buried beneath sympathy and lies. But death didn't silence her. As whispers turn into confessions and guilt seeps through carefully curated grief, messages begin to surface-messages only Iris could have written. Each one exposes a lie someone talked about her while she was alive. She was happy. She was weak. She wanted attention. They were wrong. This isn't a story about why a girl died. It's about why she needed the world to believe she did. The Last Lie She Told is a psychological mystery about identity, performative love, and the quiet violence of being misunderstood-where the dead girl doesn't haunt the living for revenge, but for truth. Because sometimes, disappearing is the only way to be seen. Here, the dead do not seek revenge. They ask to be understood. Because sometimes, to exist honestly, a girl has to disappear first. The Last Lie She Told is a psychological mystery about absence and identity, about the harm done by being seen only in pieces. Here, the dead do not seek revenge. They ask to be understood. Because sometimes, to exist honestly, a girl has to disappear first.

"The town was dying, but her story was just beginning." In the haunted town of Eldhollow, shadows stretch longer than the night. Leon, a curious and kind-hearted girl, returns from the market to find her home eerily silent-and her father missing. When a blood-soaked creature crashes through her window, she's thrust into a terrifying mystery that unravels the truth behind a spreading sickness, savage transformations, and the secrets her father kept locked away. As the town succumbs to darkness, Leon must navigate cursed bloodlines, forbidden magic, and a love that defies fate. With the help of Raoul-a mysterious protector with powers of his own-she uncovers a legacy that binds her to a vampire lord, a secret passage beneath the town, and a destiny soaked in danger and desire. Perfect for fans of gothic romance, dark fantasy, and supernatural suspense, The Blood Ties is a tale of love in the dark, monsters in the light, and the courage to face what lurks beneath. -NYX

after the atomic bombs fell on Japan something was affected by the radiation in the water and several months pass by and dead fish started appearing and strange sightings of something swimming in the water kept piling up then soon enough this thing came up and attacked and it's in it's fourth form as of now and it appears to be female but strangely almost human.. I am Aiko and I was only around 16 year's old when this "incident happened" How many months have gone by since the shin's have been increasing in numbers..? I know they are misunderstood. The military keeps trying to kill and destroy them.. eventually they will evolve further and created "monster's" but we are the true monster's.. (This is an alternative universe of shin godzilla and is a multiverse story with infinite possibilities, most importantly this story is cringe)

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 ━━━˗ˏˋ 𝙋𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙏𝙄𝘾 ⸝⸝ ‧₊˚ ➤ "But good God, what's wrong with me, after all? What am I missing? Why this emptiness, this nostalgia? What is this anxiety, as if I only loved something I didn't know?" ⌗ demon slayer x reader ⌗ isekai // modern reader (female)

❝I want you on your knees. Not out of love, or respect, or even fear... but because you understand your place will always be beneath me.❞ ⋆༺♰༻⋆ Leander Graves could be known for being one of the most popular gamers at merely twenty years old, or for being the mysterious guy no one really befriends. But no, Leander's name is always followed by the same word. 𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣. Sheltered. Protected. Shy. Awkward. Completely insecure. Untouched fits too. Then one day Carmen Ivory walks in, clad in money and whispers, power and control. When she's told Leander is out of anybody's reach, a true challenge even for the best conquerors, he stops looking bland and starts appearing... fascinating. Thirty thousand dollars. Until winter break. For the money. For the dare. For her pride. But what begins as a simple bet soon becomes obsession: a web of manipulation, seduction, and cruelty spun by a girl who has never loved anyone in her life. Because Carmen doesn't fall in love. Psychopaths don't. They collect playthings. And Leander is destined to be her favorite. ♰ Bet trope ♰ Bad girl × Good boy ♰ Double POV ♰ Reverse dark romance ♰ Elite college

-While everyone is talking and celebrating Christmas and New Year's, I'm here writing; I can't let anything pass me by. Writing is and has always been my greatest passion. I don't know how to live without writing and reading, I'm going to spend these days focusing on myself and my goals, writing each chapter perfectly. Review, edit, look, and create. 《》 I do not accept plagiarism or copies of my book here. 《》I don't tolerate hate speech or insults in my books. 《》My book is an original work. Created and written by me. 《》My chapters will be long, so don't mind if I update them every day; I'll try to make them as detailed and perfect as possible for you. 《》I hope you enjoy and like my work, and I hope everything goes well.

A series of brutal murders has shaken Los Angeles. Innocent people have been found dead, torn apart in brutal, incomprehensible ways. All signs point to one culprit: the Half-Mask. A woman who moves through the night like a feral female beast, leaving only blood and silence behind. No one knows what she wants. No one has ever lived long enough to understand her rage. And now, Officer Lynn is dragged into a nightmare she cannot escape... forced to confront a merciless, monstrous female. Warning: This novel is intended for adults and contains graphic, bloody, and disturbing scenes. 18+.

"Alt kirpik çizgisi hafif belirgindi, uykusuzluktan değil çok düşünmekten gibiydi..." Bu dünyada aşk; üzeri acılarla kapatılmış bir mezar taşıydı. Ve bu insanlar o mezarın etrafında el pençe divan durmuş yas tutanlar değil, mezarı kazanlardı. Aşk bir ölüm kalım oyunuydu. Onlarsa oyuncuları, baştan yazanları. Bu, sadece bir aşk hikayesi değildi. Bu, kalplerin seslerini susturamayan bir dünyanın en çarpıcı isyanıydı. "Sevmek mi haramdı yoksa sevdiğini göstermek mi? Biz mi günahkardık yoksa atan kalplerimiz mi? Vur ateşe bir kadeh daha sevgilim, Bir gece iki günün artık ne önemi vardı ki?" (Bahsi geçen şahıslar tamamen hayal ürünüdür, evren ise kör olmayanlar için fazla bilindiktir..)

Aria Ricci, 23 ans, étudiante en littérature, vit seule et isolée, sa seule amie étant Adriana. Une sortie dans un bar tourne au drame lorsqu'une fusillade éclate, orchestrée par Elyo Moretti, le chef d'un réseau. Aria récupère par hasard une clé USB appartenant à Elyo, déclenchant sa traque silencieuse. Elyo, obsédé et sans pitié, commence à surveiller Aria, envoyant Marco pour l'approcher et obtenir des informations. Malgré le danger et l'obsession d'Elyo, Aria, au caractère fort, refuse de se laisser intimider, créant une tension constante entre peur et fascination. ✰ Je t'aime de toute mon âme parce que l'âme ne meurt jamais... ✰ TW : violence/drogue/meurtre/dépression/TS/traumatisme..

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 1 𝐎𝐅 : 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐸𝑘𝑎𝑛𝑠ℎ 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑔ℎ 𝑅𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒 X 𝑅𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑢ℎ𝑎𝑛 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── I walked into the room like a dead man. The smell of antiseptic and blood mixed in the air, and my heart clenched at the sight before me. Reet. My Reet. She lay on the bed, so still, so pale... as if life had already left her body. Tubes ran across her arms, machines beeped softly beside her, and her lips were colorless. I walked closer and sank to my knees beside her bed. My hands trembled as I took hers into mine. Her fingers were cold-too cold. "Jaan..." I whispered, my voice breaking. "How long will you sleep, hmm? You've slept enough now... wake up, please. You haven't even started living with me yet. We were supposed to build a life together... you promised me, remember?" My tears fell freely now, wetting her hand. My heart was bleeding inside my chest, every breath a struggle. "Please, Jaan... just open your eyes once. Look at me once... please..." And then- The beeping stopped. The sound that had been keeping me alive-the only proof that she was still here-went silent. My world collapsed. "No... no... no!" I screamed, shaking her gently. "Reet! Jaan! Look at me! Don't do this! Don't leave me! Please, don't leave me!" ｡𖦹°‧⋆˚࿔