Dark
The Birth of Man
My sister went to Yunnan to teach as a volunteer, but shortly after, she vanished.
All she left behind was a bizarre post on her social media feed:
“Black dogs grow white scales, the Flesh Well blinks with a thousand eyes, and humanity cannot escape Ailao Mountain!”
After failing to reach her privately, I turned to the police for help, but they refused to open a case.
Left with no other choice, I had to travel to Yunnan alone.
At that time, I had no idea that the terrifying truth buried deep beneath the surface had already begun to emerge…
Screen Peeping
A beautiful woman came into my shop one night to have her phone repaired.
With practiced ease, I installed screen-spying software on her phone.
After she left, I opened the monitoring terminal.
Everything happening on the woman’s phone appeared before my eyes in real time.
That thrill of peeping into someone else’s screen had me completely hooked.
Until late that night…
I saw something that made my blood run cold.
Glass Slipper Filled with Ashes
On the night of my wedding, the Queen ordered her guards to pin me down and force those Glass Slippers back onto my bleeding feet. She said that if the shoes were not sated by my blood before the thirteenth bell toll of midnight, she would carve out my heart to feed the mirror. The entire hall waited for me to become a Princess Consort, but only the groom, Su Zhichuan, leaned in and whispered into my ear, his voice trembling and hoarse. He said, “Don’t believe in fairy tales. Kill me before dawn, or you’ll be the one who dies.”
Blind Man Murder Case: All Beings Are Equal
I used brutal methods to murder ten innocent residents, then found a blind man with an unbearably tragic past to take the fall.
In the interrogation room, the police officer asked me, “Are you even human?” Human? Of course I wasn’t human. I was a god.
The Courtesan Saint
Chapter 0
The storm had passed.
Uncle Xiong rolled off me, sated, pillowing his head on my arm as the tip of his nose nuzzled into the hollow of my neck.
“I know every girl at Golden Sand Beach has a story, Shaluo. I want to hear yours.”
“Sure. Do you want the long version or the short one?”
“The long one.”
The long version wasn’t that long, either.
