Mystery
Murdering Cinderella
The Prince was searching the entire city for the girl who had lost a Crystal Slipper.
My Stepsister stole my shoe, falsely claiming that she was the one who had danced with the Prince the night before.
Little did she know, the Prince had committed a murder that night.
And I was the only eyewitness.
Eighteen Layers Above the Human World
At my boyfriend’s house, I finally found my aunt, who had been missing for over a decade after being abducted.
She was no longer the gentle, soft-spoken goddess from the dance department I remembered.
As for the family that had tormented her: the father, dressed in a sharp suit, expected me to call him ‘Uncle’; my boyfriend was in the middle of a soulful marriage proposal; and the youngest sister, wearing a bright, radiant smile, referred to her as ‘the family-less madwoman.’
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I swear, I didn’t mean to break into that room.
It was just that the sound of something slamming against the door was so violent, it made me feel as if a wild beast were trapped inside.
Bloody Revenge
When I was five years old, my mother and I died in a car accident.
The people who orchestrated the accident were my father and my mother’s best friend.
After receiving two insurance payouts, they got married and lived happily together as a family.
Occasionally, That Woman would get scared: “The mother and daughter who died-won’t they turn into Vengeful Ghosts and come back to take revenge on me?”
My father would laugh at her for being superstitious.
But they didn’t know-I wasn’t dead.
And the me who returned alive for revenge would be far more terrifying than any Vengeful Ghost.
Earth Master Girl: The Search for the Sun-Returning Herb
I am the sole Earth Master successor. While leading a group of elderly wealthy businessmen to Xiangxi to treat their corpse poison, we were kidnapped and dragged deep into the mountains.
The villagers forced us to work the fields, but they had no idea that after the sun went down, the things that came for us weren’t human at all.
The Non-Existent Thief
I am a Thief.
While I was stealing, the homeowner came back.
With no other choice, I had to hide Under the Bed.
But in the next second, the Man pulled out a Knife and slit the woman’s throat, then took out his Phone to make a call.
Just as he dialed, from the pocket of my clothes,
came the sound of vibration.
My Ghostly Ex
After being cheated on.
Out of spite, I chose Xu Mo, the coldest and most aloof school heartthrob from high school.
In the dimly lit bathroom, he was unbelievably obedient.
Letting me do as I pleased, his body temperature was as cold as ice.
My fingers slowly reached for his belt.
But he grasped my wrist:
“Wait a moment, okay?”
I was stunned and looked up at him,
“Can you… save me?”
After My Ex-Boyfriend Died, He Left Me One Billion and a Killer
After my ex-boyfriend, Gu Yanzhou, died, his will specifically named me as the one who had to read it aloud. He left me one billion in equity, three video recordings, and a final message: “Don’t be so quick to hate me. Among the people sitting across from you tonight, there is one who killed me-and your brother.”
Bottle Woman
During an intimate moment, I accidentally scratched the tattoo on my boyfriend’s back, and he suddenly flew into a rage.
Feeling deeply wronged, I went to an emotional support livestream that night to talk about what happened.
The audience chimed in one after another to defend me, suspecting that my boyfriend’s feelings for me had changed.
Only the Host asked with a dead-serious expression:
“That tattoo on your boyfriend’s back-is it a bottle?”
Ghost Mother
I am the most ferocious, terrifying entity in the horror movie world.
I had finally saved up enough points to visit the daughter I once had.
But when I found her, she had already been adopted into a wealthy family.
Bullet comments drifted across the air:
“Just a few of them, and the female lead takes them all with a smile.”
“What have they turned her into? She went from fighting for her life to crying and begging for it.”
“To be fair, she’s pretty unlucky. She ended up crossing these rich brats who aren’t afraid of anything.”
I looked at my daughter, clutching her backpack and trembling slightly, and the group of boys surrounding her.
They aren’t afraid of anything? I wonder if that includes ghosts.