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Ongoing, First published Jul 22
Mature
She dreamed of writing horror. Now she's living it.

Léna was once just a quiet girl with a broken family and a head full of stories. Raised by a cruel stepmother and silenced by fear, she gave up her dream of becoming a writer to become a forensic doctor-studying death instead of escaping into fiction.

But death has a taste.

When tragedy strikes and the last thread of her sanity snaps, Léna doesn't just break-she transforms. Her pain becomes hunger. Her silence becomes screams etched into pages.

In a remote house hidden deep in the countryside, victims come looking for rare games...
They never leave.

Because Léna writes her novels with blood, and her fridge is never empty.

Some leftovers aren't meant to be saved.
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The Forgotten Memories.

18 parts Complete Mature

Lena had always felt like something was missing. There were gaps in her childhood, moments she couldn't quite grasp, as if they had been stolen from her mind. But when she stumbled upon an old, dust-covered box in her grandmother's attic, everything changed. Inside were faded photographs, letters written in a child's handwriting, and a locket she had never seen before-yet it felt so familiar. A strange sense of déjà vu washed over her as she traced the engraving on the locket: Forever Remember. As Lena pieced together the fragments of her past, memories long buried began to resurface-some warm and comforting, others dark and unsettling. She remembered laughter echoing through a sunlit house, the scent of freshly baked cookies, and the soft hum of a lullaby. But then, there were shadows-flashes of terrified screams, a locked door, and a name whispered in fear. Her heart pounded as she unfolded a fragile letter at the bottom of the box. The words sent a chill down her spine: Lena, if you ever find this, know that the truth was hidden to protect you. Do not dig further. Some memories are meant to be forgotten. But it was too late. The whispers in her dreams, the eerie familiarity of strangers on the street, and the overwhelming sense that she was being watched-it all made sense now. The forgotten memories weren't just from childhood. They were erased for a reason. And now, someone knew she was starting to remember.