Horror Santa Claus

Our entire class gets dragged into The Tyrant's Atonement game. The only way to escape alive is to reach a 100% atonement score. The system lets us choose our roles. The class belle, Isolde Adler, picks the tyrant's first love. Her atonement score shoots straight to 99% on the first day. The class president, Asher Brooks, chooses to be a loyal chancellor. His atonement score jumps to 80%. Spectators watching the game flood the screen with comments. "This new batch is smart and way better at picking roles than the last. They might just clear the game in three days." "Even if just one person hits 100%, the whole class goes free. I'm looking forward to seeing who finishes first." "My money's on the first love. She's already at 99%." Just as everyone starts celebrating, the next morning hits us with bad news. All 20 classmates who picked their roles are dead, and Isolde suffers the cruelest fate of all.

After I got pulled into the horror game, my nearsightedness made everything blurry. I ended up treating the creepy girl in the blood-stained dress like my own daughter, the final boss like my husband, and the old creepy ghosts like my loving parents. The first time I met the boss, I grabbed his abs and said, “Nice body. Shame you’re kind of short.” He actually laughed in anger, picked up the severed head in his hand, put it back on his neck, and ground out, “I’m six-foot-one. Still think I’m short now?”

My husband lies to me about working late on Christmas Day. I know he wants to give me a surprise—I saw a jewelry set worth millions of dollars in his pocket. However, all I receive is the news of him pretending to be Santa Claus as he delivers a gift to his female secretary. She flaunts it on social media. "You're the most precious Christmas gift I've gotten." My husband changes the background photo on his social media to a photo of them together. I smile and like the post. Later, the secretary comes to me and smugly says she's pregnant. Meanwhile, I pull out a diagnosis report verifying that my husband is sterile. "Checkmate!" She visibly panics.

Deck the halls with daddy issues and scream "yes, Santa" until the neighbors complain. She sold herself to save her mother. He bought her to settle a score. Neither expected twelve days of captivity to feel like coming home. Ten years ago, Evangeline Rose fled Willow Creek and the cruel boy who made her life hell. Now she’s back with a new name, a new body, and one desperate choice: enter the town’s secret Christmas auction where wealthy men bid on willing women. When the hammer falls at five hundred thousand dollars, Eva expects a stranger. Instead, she gets Grayson Holt—her former tormentor, now a devastatingly dangerous man in a half-open Santa jacket who just bought twelve uninterrupted nights with the virgin he once swore no one would ever want. She should be terrified. He's the reason she hid in bathroom stalls and cried herself to sleep. But the first time he kisses her, his hands shake. The first time she fights back, he groans her name like a prayer. And somewhere between the firelight and the snow and the silk ribbons around her wrists, they both realize the ugly truth: He didn't buy her to break her. He bought her because he's been broken without her. The boy who spray-painted "fat ugly bitch" on her locker is the same man who falls to his knees in the snow on the last morning and begs her not to leave. The girl who swore she'd never forgive him is the same woman who has to choose: walk away free, or stay with the monster who finally admitted he's been in love with her since the day he made her cry. Eva spent a decade learning to hate Grayson Holt. Turns out she's been loving him the whole damn time.

Aku harus melakukan sesuatu! Aku tidak mau mati untuk kedua kalinya! Gadis-gadis ini sangatlah berbahaya! "Se-sebenarnya aku sudah memiliki kekasih." Tolong kalian percaya kebohongan ini! "Aku merasa kau tengah berbohong saat ini." "Benar! Aku meragukan ucapanmu kau tahu?" "Apa... kau yakin?" Mereka semua menatapku dengan tatapan tak percaya. "Jika... kalian tak percaya akan aku mengenalkannya pada kalian..." Apa yang aku katakan? Siapa gadis yang akan aku kenalkan bodoh! Bagaimana kalau mereka ingin menemuinya! "Baiklah, aku tidak sabar untuk berkenalan dengannya."

I transmigrated into a dating-sim otome game where I was supposed to romance a soft, fragile male lead. I had finally pushed him onto the bed and was just about to make my move when the long-missing system finally popped back online. [Host, I sent you to the wrong game. This is a horror game.] [The man you’re bullying right now is the horror game final boss.] I lifted my head and met a pair of blood-red eyes staring straight at me. My smile froze. “Um… you look a little tired. Maybe we should… continue this another day?” He smiled back, calm and terrifying. “I’m not tired. Go on.”

Three years ago, billionaire playboy Lucian Velmore and wild, free-spirited heiress Caliste Winslow were forced into a cold, political marriage. They sealed the deal, wore the smiles, signed the papers—and walked away. Separate lives. No questions asked. But now, the elders of both dynasties are calling them back. There's a clause in the marriage contract that demands an heir—and time is running out. What begins as a cold negotiation for a child quickly spirals into a dangerous game of proximity, passion, and buried emotions. Because some contracts are harder to break... especially when hearts are on the line.

All Brielle Taylor wanted was to deliver a late-night cake and keep her dying bakery afloat. What she got was public humiliation at the hands of Damian Sterling, New York’s most powerful billionaire and her worst nightmare. But one reckless night later, her life changes forever. She disappears. He forgets her. Or so she thought... Until he shows up weeks later, demanding answers. Demanding ownership. Now she’s pregnant. He’s offering a contract. Live in his mansion. Carry his child. Obey his rules. She should say no. But someone just burned her bakery to the ground... and Damian may be the only man powerful enough to protect her. Only, his reasons for keeping her close aren’t as noble as they seem. He doesn’t want her heart. Just the baby. But what happens when the coldest man on Wall Street falls for the woman he tried to tame?

He’s an omega who runs a billion-dollar empire. I’m the alpha hired to make sure no one ever finds out. As CEO, Elliot Voss has built his power on precision, control, and secrecy. In a world that devours exposed omegas, his secondary gender is a liability that could cost him his company—and his life’s work. When threats begin closing in, Elliot hires Ronan Hale, an elite alpha bodyguard with a reputation for discipline and discretion. Their contract is clear: protection only. No scenting. No touching. No bonding. But stress fractures control. Suppressants fail. Heat comes early—and Ronan is the only one close enough to stop the fallout. Every rule they break makes Elliot safer. Every moment they resist makes the bond stronger. And when enemies learn the truth, Ronan must choose between protecting the CEO… or claiming the omega the world wants to tear apart.

In a land of werewolves where Lycans are their superior. The Lycans are five and they rule the lands ensuring peace. Among them, there is one known as Alpha Clause. Fay is a werewolf that has grown up hearing about the five Lycans, but she never thought that she would ever meet them, especially not the one that was known to be fierce in battle and strict. Alpha Clause. They can't seem to pull away from each other which means only one thing. Mates. Alpha Ross is a Lycan gone Rogue who is attacking the werewolves and trying to separate them, but will he succeed? Can they defeat him before he defeats them? Will Fay be able to be Luna while other shewolves are challenging her authority so that they can be with Alpha Clause? Can they really be together when so many obstacles keep coming between them or will they drift apart? Read to see what happens!