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What will you do if you can no longer remembered by someone you really love the most? Gonna leave or stay?

The day I was supposed to win the biggest award of my career, I walked in on my boyfriend, Ethan, in bed with another woman. He sneered, calling me a face-blind, scent-deaf bore in bed. I planned to expose his ass at the award ceremony. Instead, he and his lover mowed me down with their car. Next thing I knew, I woke up with them in an S-class horror survival game. Mortality rate: over 95%. We had to survive ten days in a haunted manor to be revived. Hit 100 on your Anxiety Level, and your soul is obliterated. Chloe, Ethan's lover, sneered. "Sensory defects? You can't recognize ghosts or smell danger. In a horror game, that’s a death sentence. You might as well just die." The others heard her and scrambled to team up. Me? I walked straight into the lair of the manor's final boss. The most powerful demon in the game wanted to devour my soul. I couldn't really see him. I just thought he was a cosplayer. I lunged forward, poked his abs, and pointed at the glowing crack in his chest. "Wow, you're really committed to the role. This getup must've cost a fortune."

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Due to the negligence and ambition of the government, a virus has spread. It causes people with viruses to eat and bite people without viruses, contaminating them. With the help of William's sister, will he be able to discover the cure that lies within the dark? Will he be able to sue those who are guilty? Or will he be able to feel the love that he's been trying to suppress in the midst of the chaos? Will William die or will he survive and find the cure?

Eu me chamo Ângela Guedes. No dia do quinto aniversário do meu filho, nós três fomos assistir a uma chuva de meteoros. No meio do passeio, meu marido atendeu um telefonema e partiu às pressas. No meio da noite, meu filho teve uma crise de asma, e o único remédio estava no carro do meu marido. Eu corria desesperada pelo campo deserto, segurando meu filho nos braços, ligando repetidamente para meu marido, mas recebi apenas uma mensagem fria: [Tenho uma emergência, não perturbe.] No dia seguinte, finalmente consegui falar com ele, mas quem atendeu foi a primeira namorada dele. — O meu cachorrinho morreu repentinamente ontem à noite. O Fidel ficou com medo de que eu ficasse muito triste e passou a noite comigo. Ele acabou de pegar no sono. Se tiver algo a dizer, pode falar para mim. Passei a mão pelo rostinho do meu filho, gelado, e senti o mundo desabar em silêncio. — Diga a ele que quero o divórcio.

People always say that every woman pales in comparison when a man's first love comes begging to reconcile.Noelle Xanthos suffers a huge defeat—she marries Quentin Lowe with a heart full of love, but all she gets in return is a heart that's ripped to shreds.Three years later, she's Collinview City's most renowned specialist in blood diseases, and she's got a pretty face to boot.She has different men in her life—one's a handsome older gentleman who's caring and considerate, while the other's an arrogant, wild younger man who's determined to win her heart.Life is good.During a lively party, Dragfort City's most eligible bachelor—also known as Quentin—pins her to a deserted corner. His eyes are red as he says, "Have you had enough fun? If you have, it's time to come home with me!"

Eu deliberadamente fazia algo diante do ursinho de pelúcia na cama. Porque eu sabia que dentro dos olhos do ursinho, um homem me observava. Ele havia invadido minha casa, deitado na cama onde eu dormia e até deixado seus vestígios nas roupas que eu trocava. Eu fingi estar assustada, me escondendo num canto e tremendo. Ele não sabia. Eu realmente o esperava há muito, muito tempo.

I sell burritos in a horror game. All the ghosts would come to my place and buy a tasty burrito after they got off work. That was until one day, my ex-husband, who was obsessed with abusing me, joined the game as a player. He brought a group of people to my store and trashed the place. They ruined all the ingredients I had. When the Bosses finished their overtime and saw their pre-ordered burritos on the ground in pieces, their eyes became dark, and they were immediately infuriated. The Patchwork Monster was so angry that the stitches on its body were beginning to break. It started ripping the players apart. The Eight-Armed Maiden’s hair fanned out and pierced many players. The Wedding Dress Maiden suddenly became a giant and started eating the players one by one. The Bosses were willing to work overtime and maintain the operations of the dungeons overnight just so that they could have a burrito. That night, all the players were sleeping when they were forced to join a horror game.

After being chosen by a horror game, I took over a food stall in a small town. A ghoul tried to eat me, his huge, bloody mouth a gaping maw, but I quickly shoved a focaccia sandwich into it. He chewed and then said, “Oh, forget it. With food to eat, I’ll kill her tomorrow.” The next day, I made delicious pierogies, then skewers and stews. All the ghouls who stopped by gave up on trying to kill me, focusing on eating instead. The audience watching me was shocked that I could survive all the way to the end with just my cooking.

Regan It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons. I thought he would forgive me for what I did to the only person who was everything to him. It wasn't intentional, yet he didn't miss a chance to hurt me where it hurt the most. I knew that I was the only one to blame here. I believed it was all my fault. Then I left something that I wished I didn't have. . Lincoln The emotions and forceful resistance I had built around my heart before, now I see them breaking into several pieces. That's what I thought until it wasn't after that reality was drawn to my mind. But still, that hole in the heart one can't fix after losing the only family one ever had. I wanted to change it, to move on with my life. Those games I have played to push away people who cared for me now tire me shitless. I even felt awful about hurting that girl more when she was never at fault. I wasn't even in my right mind to see the effort she put into healing me until. . .it was too late. She left, disappeared like she never existed in my life. Her action turned me into something that no one had seen coming. Years later, I ran into her again, who saved me from becoming my worst enemy. What happened to my sister wasn't her fault, and I no longer want to punish us both for it. I am letting go of all those grudges. And I won't let anything stop me from getting what I want.