Bizarre

I'd been home for half a month, but I still couldn't shake the feeling that Mom wasn't quite herself anymore. She looked and sounded like she always had, but something felt different. Then, one day, I got a message from her that sent a chill down my spine. "Lily, hide! There's a ghost in the house!" At first, I thought she was pulling a prank on me—or maybe her account got hacked. Then, there was a knock on my bedroom door. Mom, who had just finished cooking, called out to tell me the meal was ready. I was still hesitating when another message popped up. It was a voice message. "Trust me, Lily. I'm your real mom! The one out there is a ghost! Run!" It sounded just like Mom's voice from outside. My mind was racing in panic. Not hearing me respond, Mom giggled from the other side of the door and said, "I'm coming in."

I set fire to my painting in front of the entire academy. Thunderous applause erupts from the crowd as everyone thinks it's some kind of performance art. Unlike them, Willow Laurent is distraught. She rushes up and grabs my hand, questioning in a shrill voice, "Cassidy Seymour, have you gone mad? This is your only chance to prove yourself!" I shake her hand off me coldly. My only chance? No… What she means is that it's her chance. In my past life, I created this masterpiece with all my heart and soul. But she stole it from me and submitted it as her entry first. Whether it was the composition, the colors, or even my original dot-stippling technique… She replicated every detail flawlessly. Then, she won the National Young Artists Gold Award, signed with a top gallery, and became a rising star. And what about me? I was condemned as a shameless plagiarist. Insults and curses gradually drowned me. "You shouldn't be an artist!" "Plagiarists are scum! They should just die!" Her fans stormed into my studio, smashed my art supplies, and broke my right hand. As I saw no end to the hell that I was living in, I jumped down from the top floor of my studio. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the very day she first accuses me of plagiarism.

I was in a car accident while saving my brothers. However, instead of gratitude, they urged the doctors to amputate my legs. "Carol, we're sorry," they said through tears. "We're useless… but don't worry. Even if we have to sell our blood or our kidneys, we'll make sure you're taken care of." Right after surgery, they abandoned me in a shabby apartment. Blood seeped through the sheets as they looked at me with teary eyes—then left in a hurry, claiming they needed to earn money for my treatment. I did not want to drag them down anymore. Enduring the pain, I crawled to the rooftop of a tall building, planning to end my life. That's when I saw it—inside a luxury hotel, a grand celebration was taking place. My brothers were there doting on another girl. She was eating an extravagant cake I had never even dreamed of, wearing a designer princess gown worth a fortune, sparkling with jewels. Everyone called her the Smith family's one and only princess. They had even hired a world-class symphony orchestra to play Happy Birthday just for her. While I lay bleeding in a dingy apartment, they would not spend a few dollars on bandages for me. I watched as my eldest brother gently fed her cake, his eyes full of tenderness. "Jasmine, only you deserve to be our one and only little sister." The second brother placed a tiara on her head with care. "Even for the smallest birthday, we won't let you suffer a single moment of disappointment." The third knelt to help her into a pair of crystal shoes. "Jasmine, you're our most precious darling." Then, standing on the stage, Jasmine held up the black credit card they had gifted her and smiled sweetly. "Brothers," she said, "Carol lost her legs saving you. Maybe you should go see how she's doing?" My eldest brother let out a mocking laugh. "She's not worth it. Now that she's crippled, she'll never be able to compete with you again. She got what she deserved."

Ginny White, tall and curvy, was a graduate from a famous university. She wore a long white dress. I'd fallen for her since I saw her for the first time, but she didn't pay any attention to me. I never expected that just half a day later, Ginny would be on her knees begging me to do such a thing to her, just to get a bite to eat.

To temper my attitude, Frederick Burke throws me into the mountains. What he doesn't know is that this mountain lies deep within a high-radiation zone. Five months later, he finally shows up with a group of people to bring me back. However, my body is already starting to rot from the radiation. "Anastasia, if you hadn't pushed Colette down the stairs, I wouldn't have punished you like this. I wouldn't have left you to rot on this godforsaken mountain. Do you admit your mistake now?" I kneel on the ground and prostrate myself before Colette Reeves. Frederick freezes and instinctively reaches out to help me up. "Alright, there's no need for this…" I say nothing. I just quietly watch as he grabs my arm. Unbeknownst to him, my body is already soaked in radiation after months in this mountain. Anyone who touches me will slowly begin to rot, too...

"Would You Rather: Live Apart or Die Together?" After surviving a harrowing plane crash, a 24-year-old wakes up in a strange, isolated village with a bizarre set of rules. The most chilling of these is a strict law that forbids any unmarried person from being near or seen with one another. Violating this law is punishable by public beheading. In this twisted new world, survival depends on following the rules — but for her, one rule proves impossible to obey. As she grapples with the oppressive laws and the lingering trauma of the crash, she finds herself drawn to Yoké, a charismatic and mysterious villager. Despite the threat of death hanging over them, their connection deepens, and no law seems strong enough to keep them apart. As their forbidden bond grows, she must decide: will she follow the rules, or risk everything for a love that could lead to their destruction? ★This book comes before 'Till Death Do Us Part'

After three years of marriage, I suddenly began to realize that my wife might have a low libido. One evening, my older neighbor, who was sympathetic, kindly invited me over. That night, I stumbled upon his wife in the middle of a passionate entanglement with another man through a crack in the door. The next day, my neighbor said to me, "Hey, Cyril, you know, Heather has always liked you."

Anger, in all shades, blared into his eyes as he pushed me against the wall, growling. “Don’t let any man touch you ever again!” My blood boiled at his audacity as I spat out. “You have already rejected me, Alpha Vincenzo. Now, you can’t …” The rest of my warning died down in my head as he lunged forward and wrapped his hand around my throat. Despite his maddening rage, his gruff voice sounded eerily calm, sending shivers down my spine. “Rejected or not, you are mine, Ashley. Touch another man, and trust me, I’ll make sure you see me tear him to shreds!” … Rejected, banished, and tormented. Ashley’s life was another name of hell as she struggled to survive in the rogue pack every single day. She loathed her ex, Alpha Vincenzo, the reason behind her endless misery. However, life wasn’t exactly a bed of roses for Vincenzo as well. Burning in the fire of regret, his love turned into obsession, driving his wolf to the edge of insanity. His only goal was to bring Ashley back, no matter how long it took. After five years of separation, their paths crossed again in a fateful encounter, entangling their fates with a bizarre backlash of rejection. But Ashley was sure of one thing, she would never forgive Vincenzo! As her hatred clashed with Vincenzo’s obsession, the old feelings surfaced, reigniting the spark. Would she be able to resist the temptation of the bond that still simmered between them? Or the storm of true love would wash away all the grievances of the past?

Deborah Matthews lives a simple and ordinary life. That night she decided to pop her "cherry" to mark the end of her housemanship. How was she to know that the strange man she approaches at the club to sleep with her is a faceless thief? Mostly, how was she to know that unusual things will begin to happen from that night forward? Sebastian Lee has been watching Debby. She has something he wants. He is known in the real world as a slacker and the loser bastard son of the Halloways even though he is the director and biggest shareholder of Hallow-hospital. His alter ego, however, is Leo, a notorious thief that is on the run and without a face. Debby falls under his protection when bizarre things begin to happen. Soon, Debby finds out the things are not that simple.

Despite dreaming of attending university all my life, I ended up stuck in my farming village. I married my brother-in-law and became my nephew’s stepmother. This all happened because my sister died trying to make money for my tuition fees on the day my results came out. I thought I had failed to secure a place at university and stopped thinking about higher education out of guilt. I married my brother-in-law according to my sister’s wishes. To pay for my sins, I raised my nephew and treated him like my own son. I made money and tutored him so that he could get into Northside University. In the end, I developed late-stage cancer. Before dying, I attended my nephew’s celebration, but he publicly accused me of being a homewrecker while my husband agreed that I had seduced him. They brought out my sister, dead for eighteen years, and made me apologize to her. It was then that I found out she had faked her death and used my university admission letter to finish her study. She had become a university lecturer after tricking me into taking care of her family. Outraged, I had a cerebral hemorrhage. When I woke up, I found I had gone back to the day my sister faked her death.