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the demon lord is a cruel tyrant but has a soft spot for his innocent younger brother. but his love is suffocating, controlling, and obsessive

When a deadly disease ravages the town of Holmsley, Frankie and her friends find themselves trapped inside a military-blockaded quarantine zone. ***** A story that was first published in 2014 and feels more relevant than ever. Fifteen-year-old Frankie and her friends must find their way out of quarantine if they want to survive. As the body count rises, Frankie realizes that this is no ordinary quarantine and no one is coming to help. Once infected, the sick become crazed and violent, while fear turns other survivors to savages. And who or what are the mysterious figures Frankie keeps seeing around town? It seems she'll have to unravel the dark truth behind it all if she wants to get out alive... Content and/or trigger warning: This story describes disease outbreaks and contains scenes of violence, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

Nobody is stupid enough to venture into unknown territories, except for Ilya. Don't get him wrong! He never meant to enter that mysterious village. Fate led him there to save, or be saved. "Peekaboo!" Beast is a cruel creature that used to be human. He loves playing childish games with his victims in the most terrifying and creepiest ways imaginable. When Beast finds an exciting new toy named Ilya, he decides that he's never letting him go. Secrets unravel, unlikely allies unite to defeat a greater threat, and Ilya's accidental visit becomes more than just a horrible accident. ---------------------------------------------------- Boy Meets Beast is a fast-paced, short-chapter, weekly-updated story, packed with twists and turns that you never see coming, along with scream-worthy cliffhangers that will leave you on the edge of your seat. 🏆ACHIEVEMENTS🏆 #32 in HORROR on July 6, 2025 #76 in SCIENCE FICTION on July 4, 2025 #205 in THRILLER on July 6, 2025 #322 in PARANORMAL on July 6, 2025 #374 in WEREWOLF on July 6, 2025

#A peer group of teens trapped in a deadly virtual game. The story includes risky alliances, and betray friends to escape-packed with jump-scare horrors, survivals, steamy tensions, and non-stop twists that hook readers from chapter one.� The story is based on Shadow Realm, a mysterious parallel world filled with evil creatures, shadows, demons, or forgotten souls-often a scary place of chaos, death, or eternal punishment.

"The fire we circled didn't bless us-it cursed us. And I will make sure you burn in it first." - Dhani Varhan. 🌸🌸 Dhani had always danced on the edge of fate, convinced she could outpace destiny with sheer velocity. Rebellion coursed through her veins like oxygen; defiance she forged into impenetrable armor. The world had flung its chains at her a numerous times, only for her to shatter them with that feral spark in her eyes-the silent vow of a soul forged not to bend.Tonight, she runaways once more. Freedom was her gospel.But the universe, weary of her audacity, dispatched a reckoning. Tonight, it wore his face. She wasn't running from danger...she was hurtling toward the man who would redefine its essence.Because she craves the sky unbound by any power . Because she dreams of a life untainted by him. And he craves a cosmos where her every breath is tethered to his shadow.Because no matter how fiercely she runs, Ekansh Rathore is the inexorable truth she cannot evade. And Dhani is the exquisite madness he will never release. She didn't understand what he was doing. But as his hands gripped her wrist and forced her to circle the fire, panic flooded her. "No... don't do this!" she screamed, struggling against him, but he was relentless. First vow: *"I vow to cherish you as my obsession. Bound to me for eternity, Dhani you will never breathe beyond my hold." *Second vow: *"No matter where you go, my hunger will follow. I will burn the world to reach you." "I'll consume you in every way possible, until no one not even youcan name what we are."As he completed his last vows of madness ... "Until our last breath, you are my possession... and I am yours to endure." A raw, piercing scream tore from her lips, swallowed by the roar of the fire The marriage was nothing to do with love."He took her by force of will, mistaking her silence for defeat and his obsession for victory, never dreaming that the embers of their ruins might one day catch fi

In Mumbai's shadowed underworld, Vihaan Rai Singhania controls empires with a single command-ruthless, analytical, and feared. To the world he's a billionaire heir with immaculate manners; in the dark he's the Rai Singhania don, cold and untouchable. Trust is his currency, and he rarely spends it. Siya Khurana enters his orbit under the guise of an event planner-sharp, composed, and impossible to read. But behind her calm precision lies a mission for revenge, tied to a brother everyone believes to be an ordinary professor. Siya plays the long game-observing, infiltrating, and lying with elegance. Their collision begins a controlled war of manipulation, suspicion, and growing obsession. As Siya infiltrates the Rai Singhania mansion and earns the family's trust-especially fragile Aditi and warm Dadi-Vihaan realizes too late that the girl he wants close might be the one aiming for his downfall. Marriage becomes a battleground, secrets become leverage, and love threatens to ruin both their strategies. Vihaan Rai Singhania - the calculating don; feared in silence, respected in society; loyal only to family; dangerous when curious. Siya Khurana - the infiltrator with a spotless mask; driven by vengeance; skilled at reading people; torn between mission and emotion. Troops: Vihaan x Siya Enemies x Lovers Suspicion x obsession Mafia x Civilian Businessman x Psychologist Forced Marriage Dominance x Resistance

What lengths will people go to just to survive? When their reality takes a chilling turn for the worst. Will they ever escape when no one knows which ways right? Will the repeating cycle of torture ever end? or will they be forced to endure it, every. single. day.

Everyone in the village knows the rule: Never stray from the forest path. And never go near the Stormfell Castle. They say a monster lives there. They say the woods listen to him. They say the castle doors only open for prey. But when Dahlia Wynn is asked to deliver a package along the forest edge, a snowstorm pushes her off the safe path and straight towards the forbidden castle rising out of the frost. She only wanted shelter. Instead, the castle welcomes her. A heavy door swing opens on its own... and locks behind her. Inside there is no monster only a solitary, reclusive man the villagers call "The Wolf of Stormfell." A man with sharp eyes, quiet secrets, and a past he refuses to share. The curse they fear? A lie he created to protect himself.

Starflight awakes stuck inside the tunnel that they use to get across, and to save the Rainwings and Nightwings. He attempts to escape, as his mind begins to slowly fly away from him. (All characters from the book 'Wings of Fire' belong to Tui T. Sutherland. Characters that aren't from the book belong to me.)

In a house defined by order, Jaz has learned to survive by staying small. Homeschooled and carefully monitored by a father who calls his vigilance protection, she moves through her days according to schedule, each rule meant to keep her safe from a world he believes is waiting to harm her. Her brothers see something different. They see isolation. They see fear disguised as love. And when they try to widen her world, one afternoon unravels into panic, confirming their father's darkest suspicions and fracturing the fragile balance inside the home. As long-buried history begins to surface, it becomes clear that Andrew is not only protecting his daughter, but he is protecting himself from a grief he never survived. And Jaz, caught between safety and suffocation, must confront a truth that threatens to dismantle everything he has built: She is not a second chance. She is not a replacement. She is not his past. She is herself. A quiet, piercing portrait of generational trauma, control born from love, and the difficult work of untangling fear from devotion, this novel asks what it means to protect someone, and when protection becomes its own kind of harm.

I possessed Margaret, the villainess destined to be killed by the male leads after tormenting the female lead. So to survive, I have to run away from the male leads...... "Marga...... ret?" The 1st male lead's hand grabbed my ankle as I was about to run away. From the very beginning, my plans were ruined. DISCLAIMER: This is a translation of a novel, and I do not own the rights to the story or content. The original work belongs to the author, and I'm just sharing a translated version.

"I don't need a savior. I just need someone to tell me the truth." Hestia is the "perfect" oldest daughter. She has the degree, the long-term relationship, and the shimmering engagement ring to prove it. But behind the fair skin and the confident smile on the stairs, she's suffocating. Her fiancé's love feels more like a cage, and her family is too busy celebrating her "happily ever after" to notice the bruises on her spirit. Then comes a job at a new firm and a man who speaks in shadows. Dylan is everything Hestia shouldn't want. He's her boss. He's emotionally avoidant. He's a labyrinth of mixed signals and heavy eye contact. He's the silence to her chaos. Hestia is a Virgo who craves clarity; Dylan is a mystery who thrives in ambiguity. She wants to be chosen; he's afraid to lead. Between the clumsy spills in the office, the secret glances across blueprints, and the rising volatility of a home life she can no longer endure, Hestia finds herself pulled into Dylan's orbit. It's an "almost" situation that feels more real than her "forever." They are two souls destined to collide, even as they both try to run in opposite directions. But in the vacuum of what they refuse to say to each other, silence has a gravity of its own. And eventually, everything falls.

For the open novella contest, this is a story about a young girl who wakes up in the small town of Star Dew. The scenery is nice. The town's people are friendly. But she has no memories of how she got there. And things get surreal when she tries to leave town but is looped back in. Her only clue is a purple iris that glows in her dreams.

This story takes place in the waking world, or as mortals insist on calling it... the real world, as if the other realms hold no importance in their daily lives, in their choices, in their dreams. To mortals and humans in particular the realms other than theirs are of no concern to them, their passage through the landscape of Grey Realm do not affect them, don't define them. As if what happens to them, in them does not matter. Black Winged Death was trapped in this version of All Seeing Destiny's book. Her wings are bound and the road to the Sunless Lands is concealed from her eyes, her Ankh stolen. She was alone and cold, even if time itself wouldn't bring her to madness, the silence and solitude hurt.

Hi, I'm Amy, and I was a normal Girl like anyone else, but that all changed for the worse on one bad day.

"You're blowing this out of proportion," I say, even though my voice doesn't sound convinced. "I'm not," he says. "I'm accounting for worst case scenarios because that's my job. Yours is to pretend nothing bad can happen. So let me do mine so you can do yours." . . . Briella Vixen is used to being in the spotlight, but she's never felt more out of control. As one of the biggest pop stars in the world, her life is dictated by schedules, appearances, and the expectations of fans and family alike. When a dangerous encounter shakes her world, her parents decide she needs protection she didn't ask for. Enter Simon Chase: precise, unflinching, and hired solely to keep her alive. He doesn't care about her fame, her feelings, or even her opinions, he's here to do a job, and the only thing that matters is her safety. Thrown together in a tense cohabitation, Briella and Simon clash at every turn. She's impulsive, restless, and desperate for freedom. He's disciplined, unyielding, and unamused by her charm. But as time goes on, they begin to realize, that maybe they're exactly what they need.

She turned sharply, heart leaping into panic, and there he was. A stranger. A man inside her chamber. Her lips parted, the scream already rising, but before a sound could escape, he moved. Rudra's arm slipped firmly around her waist, pulling her close. His other hand pressed against her lips in one swift motion. The cold touch of his palm silenced her instantly, her eyes going wide with shock. Her body stiffened, struggling against his iron grip. Her bangles clinked, her silks rustled as she tried to wriggle free, but his hold didn't loosen. "Shhh..." he whispered, his voice low, rough, and steady-more command than plea. Amaira's heart hammered against her chest, her gaze lifting to his face. His eyes-stormy, burning-locked with hers. And in that raw intensity, her fear mixed with something she couldn't name. Tears welled in her lashes, spilling slightly as she shook her head, silently begging him to let go. Rudra's jaw tightened, but his eyes softened for the briefest second as he whispered again, this time almost gentle- "Chillao mat..." (Don't shout...) The princess stood trapped in the arms of a stranger, her world shaking for the first time. And yet... something deep inside her stilled, caught in those unfamiliar eyes that refused to let her go. Rudra's voice was low, threaded with a rough honesty that made her heart pound harder. "Maanna padega... sach mein khoobsurat ho tum. Isi liye log tumhe dekhne ko taraste hain." (I have to admit... you're truly beautiful. That's why people yearn to see you.) Amaira's eyes widened further. No one-no man-had ever dared come this close to her. Not her father, who treated her like an heir more than a daughter. Not her brother, who barely spoke. Not the men who came for rishtas, who only saw her from a distance like some untouchable jewel. But this stranger? He was inches away, his breath grazing her skin, his gaze piercing right into her soul.

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Four friends. One cottage in the hills. A fog that never lifts. The owner disappears. The fire burns low. And something in the fog starts whispering their names. Because once the fog finds you... it doesn't let you leave.

What if you got trapped inside Minecraft - and dying meant dying for real? Steve (10) and Alex (12) signed up for a simulation experiment. Three days inside their favourite game. No big deal. Then extraction failed. The mobs became real. And the villagers started thinking for themselves. Now they're fighting to protect a village called Millbrook, making allies who'd die for them (and some who do), and crossing a world that gets more dangerous with every chapter - pillager raids, frozen mountains, and a pale forest full of things that only move when you're not looking. But the worst part? The simulation is learning from them. Their fears. Their memories. Their knowledge of the game. And it's building something from everything they know. Updates weekly. Complete story - 21 chapters.