?mode=1&language=1&lim=&search=&utm_source=rss 抖阴社区 - Discover a World of Unlimited Stories https://static.wattpad.com/be/image/logo.gif?v=1747759123 ?mode=1&language=1&lim=&search=&utm_source=rss /1519453444-scapegoat-onc-2025-chapter-i-story-night?utm_source=rss<b>LiebeKlara / 16 pages</b><br/>"No one believes you. But you're the only one who can solve this mystery-for all of them." I only told a story. An eerie story that felt unsettlingly real. My wife's face went pale, her eyes filled with terror. That night, she locked herself in t..."No one believes you. But you're the only one who can solve this mystery-for all of them." I only told a story. An eerie story that felt unsettlingly real. My wife's face went pale, her eyes filled with terror. That night, she locked herself in the bathroom and called the police. I tried to explain, but it was useless. Hours later, sirens pierced the night, and I was taken away. But the story... was it really just a story?

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]]>/1428664589-the-horsewomen-awards-guidelines?utm_source=rss<b>LiebeKlara / 3 pages</b><br/>Open (馃懜馃徎) Judging ( ) Closed ( ) Come on and join The Horsewomen Awards in celebrating International Women's Day by sharing your voice and stories! Here, we've got several unique mini categories about female character portrayal. Happy Women...Open (馃懜馃徎) Judging ( ) Closed ( ) Come on and join The Horsewomen Awards in celebrating International Women's Day by sharing your voice and stories! Here, we've got several unique mini categories about female character portrayal. Happy Women's Day!

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]]>/1423197157-trial-by-fire-onc-2024-the-last-bath?utm_source=rss<b>LiebeKlara / 16 pages</b><br/>"Horror is in the eyes of the beholder." My sister disappeared from the bathroom. All the villagers said my mother murdered her. And my childhood extinguished along with the fire under that bathing pot. Following the vines of memory, I'll slow..."Horror is in the eyes of the beholder." My sister disappeared from the bathroom. All the villagers said my mother murdered her. And my childhood extinguished along with the fire under that bathing pot. Following the vines of memory, I'll slowly unearth the chilling truth... and in the graveyard of time, how many darker secrets lie buried? Cover by @damarisatlas from Astania Graphic Shop

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]]>/1353826493-trio-of-passion-trio-in-the-carriage-1?utm_source=rss<b>LiebeKlara / 22 pages</b><br/>This is a collection of erotica bonus stories of Love at Dawn/Dawn in the Foggy Dew. Here, Edith, Raphael, and Andre are going to explore different paths towards a happy ending. Story 1: What if Andre successfully escaped on the ninth day of Ther...This is a collection of erotica bonus stories of Love at Dawn/Dawn in the Foggy Dew. Here, Edith, Raphael, and Andre are going to explore different paths towards a happy ending. Story 1: What if Andre successfully escaped on the ninth day of Thermidor? Story 2: What if Edith agreed to run away with Raphael on the night of his exile? Story 3: What if Raphael was reincarnated on March 29, 1794? Story 4: What if Raphael joined the Thermidorists? Story 5: What if Edith, Raphael, Lucas, and Andre lived in the 21st century? And more to come... Enjoy!

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]]>/1348388793-dawn-in-the-foggy-dew-prologue-a-hunter%27s-day?utm_source=rss<b>LiebeKlara / 25 pages</b><br/>Sequel of Love at Dawn Edith survived the tempest of the Revolution. Just when she believed she would spend her remaining days amidst the mist-shrouded Irish mountains, an unexpected person reappeared, once again stirring ripples in her life. As ...Sequel of Love at Dawn Edith survived the tempest of the Revolution. Just when she believed she would spend her remaining days amidst the mist-shrouded Irish mountains, an unexpected person reappeared, once again stirring ripples in her life. As past love and mystery resurfaced, passion and dreams rekindled, could she still stand aloof in this ever-changing world? Fiona, having finally graduated from the convent school, ascended the marble steps of high society's parlors. Her unparalleled beauty and humble origins destined her socialite existence to be anything but smooth. Just as she believed her heavenly new life was about to unfold, fate seemed determined to extract its toll for all these rewards. Would she gradually learn to assimilate into this world? Or, upon her reunion with the angel in the red dress, find a new place to belong? 銆�銆�

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]]>/1321933378-love-at-dawn-prologue-an-eccentric-deathbed-send?utm_source=rss<b>LiebeKlara / 127 pages</b><br/>Featured on @HistoricalFiction @NARomance 馃2023 Rose Gold Awards 馃Literary Book Awards Story of Edith&Andre: "O'Lady Liberty divine! For thee alone, my life I'd resign: I beseech all to carve thy name so fair, On my tombstone, for all to stare...Featured on @HistoricalFiction @NARomance 馃2023 Rose Gold Awards 馃Literary Book Awards Story of Edith&Andre: "O'Lady Liberty divine! For thee alone, my life I'd resign: I beseech all to carve thy name so fair, On my tombstone, for all to stare." "This is a love poem for me?" Edith couldn't help muttering resignedly. But what else could she do? Her lover was a stoic little leader! Every time she complained that he was always working tirelessly, Andre would smile and whisper in her ear, "Have you not heard? 'A revolutionary only finds rest in his grave'." It seemed like an ominous omen when he ultimately had neither a grave nor a tombstone. The only thing Andre left her was a small notebook with a red cover. The front page was inscribed with neatly written words: Love, Compassion, Liberty. The final pages remained blank, but at the very end was a small line of pencil writing, already smudged and faded. Each letter was bold and alive, revealing the profound happiness and fervor of the writer: "Liberty is the right to love and to be loved." Story of Fiona: Little Fiona always thought that she lived in a world entirely separated from those wealthy girls, until this barefooted waif became a little Marchioness overnight. She had two fathers, one grand and handsome like a god, the other short and frail like a reed. They believed in completely different philosophies - the latter left her mired in poverty and shame, while the former pulled her into a heaven full of dignity and glory. Fiona chose one and abandoned the other. She felt she lacked nothing: beauty, wealth, honour, and love. Until she met that angel in the scarlet dress again. A century later, the old soldier who ended Fiona's life recalled her in his memoir: "I felt that old lady was a blaze of fire. I aimed at her, shot, and she fell. But bullets could never snuff out flames." What romantic entanglements will fate weave for these noble souls?

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