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C.E.N.T.U.R.Y: No escape
Horror In a world where sinister forces reign, Jake Willson, a 19-year-old from London, finds himself entangled in a horrifying game orchestrated by the notorious C.E.N.T.U.R.Y organization. Little did he know that this wicked game would lead him to form an unlikely alliance with two friends, 18 year old Sarah West and 19 year old Mark Smith, both residents of New Orleans.
Before their abduction, Jake, Sarah, and Mark were living ordinary lives, unaware of the darkness that awaited them. Suddenly, they wake up disoriented and frightened, confined to a mysterious room. A harrowing revelation soon hits them-they are just three amongst a total of 100 captives who are being subjected to a series of 100 deadly escape rooms, designed solely for the sadistic pleasure of C.E.N.T.U.R.Y.
As the trio progresses from one treacherous room to another, they rely on their unique skills and resourcefulness to survive. Each room presents its own challenges and moral dilemmas, testing their friendship as they grapple with decisions that could mean life or death for themselves and their fellow captives.
Amidst the turmoil, they stumble upon fragments of clues that hint at the organization's true motives, pushing them to unravel the darkest secrets of C.E.N.T.U.R.Y. They discover that sacrifices have been made in the past to satisfy the sadistic desires of their captors.
The challenges escalate, and with each deadly encounter, the tension within the trio grows. Trust becomes a fragile thread as they face moments of suspense, overcome booby traps, and confront formidable enemies lurking within the rooms. Even more devastating, a traitor emerges from their ranks, intensifying their paranoia and desperation.
Ultimately, the game reaches its climactic final room, where Jake and Sarah uncover a shocking truth-Mark, their trusted teammate, is the CEO of C.E.N.T.U.R.Y. In a gritty battle fueled by cunning tactics and unwavering determination, they outsmart their former ally, escape the final room, and expose the dark intentions of C.E.N.T.U.R.Y to the world.
Though they celebrate their victory, the leader of C.E.N.T.U.R.Y manages to evade capture, leaving the trio determined to bring justice to the organization. Armed with the evidence they collected during their confrontation, Jake and Sarah set out to ensure that the horrors of C.E.N.T.U.R.Y are exposed and that no one else falls victim to its sadistic pleasure. Anonymous: Dawn Of The Unknown.
Sci-fi
In the ruins of uncertainty, a man with no memory wakes up and sets out on a quest to unravel his identity. With the support of Mrs. Anderson, a compassionate Canadian woman, he discovers not only forgotten memories but also his unimaginable powers.
As he tries to control his abilities, a young CEO named Conrad becomes fixated on harnessing Anon's powers to cure his own illness. Meanwhile, Anon learns about the Matrix Agency, a secretive organization fighting crime, but one of its leaders has ulterior motives that involve him.
Caught in a web of danger and deception, Anon must navigate his path, uncover the truth about his past, and save the city. With the help of unexpected allies, he will embrace bravery, resilience, and the power of friendship to forge his own destiny. Together, they will unveil the secrets that lie beneath his enigmatic existence.
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From Brokenness To Billionaire Bride
Gavin My father raised seven brilliant orphans to be my potential husbands. For years, I only had eyes for one of them, the cold and distant Damien Paul, believing his distance was a wall I just had to break through.
That belief shattered last night when I found him in the garden, kissing his foster sister, Eve—the fragile girl my family took in at his request, the one I had treated like my own sister.
But the true horror came when I overheard the other six Fellows talking in the library.
They weren't competing for me. They were working together, orchestrating "accidents" and mocking my "stupid, blind" devotion to keep me away from Damien.
Their loyalty wasn't to me, the heiress who held their futures in her hands. It was to Eve.
I wasn't a woman to be won. I was a foolish burden to be managed. The seven men I grew up with, the men who owed my family everything, were a cult, and she was their queen.
This morning, I walked into my father's study to make a decision that would burn their world to the ground. He smiled, asking if I'd finally won Damien over.
"No, Dad," I said, my voice firm. "I'm marrying Hunter Beach." Revenge Bound on My Father
Alexis Here’s the translation of the text into English:
When I was fifteen, getting married no longer required a birth certificate. My dad was overjoyed and decisively poisoned my mom. On the day of my mother's funeral, my dad brought home his new wife, whom he had just married. She had red lips and white teeth, stunningly beautiful, a wealthy girl from the city. That night, my dad generously gave me a piece of meat.
"Er Niu, from now on, she will be your new mom."
"Take good care of her. If she tries to run away, come tell Dad."
"For every time you report her, I'll let you have meat once."
I swallowed hard and obediently nodded. Later, I pushed my dad to the ground, leaving him in a sorry state. I looked down at him, holding a knife in my hand, and smiled.
"Dad, I won't make the same mistake again."
"This time, it's either you or me." The Kidney He Stole: Ava's Reckoning
Gavin Ava Miller, co-founder of AuraSynch and devoted partner to Ethan Reed, believed she had it all.
Her decade building their tech empire seemed a testament to enduring love.
Then, a latte from Ethan clouded her mind, initiating a nightmare.
Trapped, Ava overheard him arranging to harvest her kidney for his ex, Chloe Vance.
Frantic whispers revealed Ethan had also forced her to abort their child years ago, all for Chloe.
Her world collapsed, realizing the calculated exploitation of her body and love.
Ethan' s cold disregard, his abandonment for Chloe' s whims, and Chloe' s taunts highlighted Ava' s utter worthlessness.
Even after Ethan intentionally sacrificed her as bait on a bridge, his monstrous cruelty remained.
How could the man she loved see her as a disposable resource?
The crushing realization ignited an unwavering resolve, extinguishing her foolish affection.
Severing all ties, she erased him from her life, resigning and clearing their shared home.
With icy determination, Ava made a single call to Ethan' s fiercest rival, launching a shocking new chapter.
She emerged not as a victim, but a force ready for public revenge. Her Voice From The Grave
Gavin Five years. That's how long I've been dead, my restless spirit clinging to the humid air of Bayou's Rest, a town now filled with an unsettling disquiet. My former love, Michael, now mayor and married to my sister Jessica, dismisses the eerie whispers as 'superstition,' but his fear is palpable. He hired a 'paranormal expert' to cleanse the bayou, unaware he was about to disturb more than mud.
What the expert unearthed wasn't just ancient trash, but a rotted wooden box containing a chilling secret: my skeletal arms. And with them, a leather-bound journal, my own handwriting detailing my deep love for Michael, his sudden coldness, and my sister Jessica's calculated manipulations. The truth, buried deep, was finally stirring.
Michael's face went ashen, but Jessica, ever the perfect actress, shrieked 'Lies!' painting me as 'unstable,' 'vindictive.' My parents, complicit in her charade, shamefully echoed, 'Sarah was never right. Always making things up.' They reinforced a false narrative, trying to bury my truth, and me, once more.
But the journal held a secret far worse than simple betrayal: Jessica's ultimate motive. She didn't just abandon me to starve in that fishing shack; she murdered me because I was pregnant with Michael' s child. Then, she brutally dismembered me, scattering my remains in a dark ritual to forever bind my spirit. My righteous fury, a cold spot in the bayou, demanded justice.
Only Father Gabriel, with eyes that saw beyond the veil, understood the profound injustice that cursed Bayou's Rest. Driven by an unwavering sense of cosmic imbalance, he set out to uncover every last piece of me, both body and truth, determined to confront Michael, Jessica, and the town with the horrifying reality they tried to deny, no matter the cost. The Monster They Made Me
Gavin My life was perfect. I was Sarah, a loving mom, taking my sweet six-year-old Lily to Kids' Kraft Korner, all smiles and glitter castles.
In an instant, my world shattered. A bloodcurdling scream.
I raced back inside to find Lily' s lifeless body, her head gone, crafting shears beside her. My heart died.
The real nightmare began. My best friend, Jessica, shrieked, pointing at me.
Detective Harding arrested me. My own husband, David, abandoned me, highlighting my past postpartum depression.
The media branded me a monster; "Suburban Mother Snaps, Murders Daughter" screamed headlines, bolstered by manipulated footage and a janitor's twisted testimony.
Under relentless accusations, I plunged into a torturous haze.
Dr. Peterson, a psychologist David suggested, hypnotized me. Horrifying images flooded my mind: me, holding the shears, filled with rage, striking Lily. I confessed, truly believing the implanted memory, convinced I was a child killer.
The "recalled" physical evidence-Lily' s head, found exactly where I "remembered" it-seemed to seal my monstrous fate. I was lost in self-loathing.
Still, even through the despair, a tiny flicker of inner doubt persisted. Could I really have done this?
Then, as I was dragged to court, I saw Jessica in the crowd. She wasn't yelling. She was smiling. A small, smug, triumphant smile. It wasn't my madness.
That hateful smile ignited something raw. "You did this, Jessica! You set me up!"
I screamed, tearing at my restraints. "She's having an affair with my husband! David is the father of her son!"
My desperate accusation, fueled by rage, finally started to unravel the terrifying conspiracy, pulling me from the abyss of my false memory. ENRAGED SOUL
otu Harriet Laura was a bold, courageous, gorgeous, intelligent young lady who always stood out for herself. She always fought for her right and never allowed anyone to look down on her , her family nor her friends.
She was known as the most brilliant and talented student in her class. This irritated some of her mates and led to the plot of her attack to tame her.
" Hold her, let's see how her intelligence works this time...", Ben exclaimed, landing a huge slap on her cheek.
Patrick and Fred held her tightly, chuckling and teasing.
They molested and bullied her until she passed out.
" Wait, Ben, I think we killed her....", Fred cried
" Shut up, what do you know? She's just doing that to scare us...."
" No, Ben...I think he's right...we killed her..."
" Oh, my God...what should we do..."
Join me on this journey while we find out what they did to her body and the outcome of their action.
ENRAGED SOUL;The revenge of a traumatized girl My Family's Faith, My Bloody Fate
Gavin It started on the one-year anniversary of my return, a day meant for joy.
Instead, my family, devout and God-fearing, brutally murdered me.
My brother, my protector, became a "defiler" screaming monster, my father, a man of God, cut off my hand with a rusty saw, and my mother, once overjoyed, called me an "abomination."
They threw my bleeding body into a silo, sealing the hatch, and as I died, I only had one question: Why?
It was the locket. The small, carved wooden locket my sister, Esther, had given me moments before, a "welcome home" gift that instantly turned my loving family into rabid killers.
Somehow, I woke up. It' s the same day, the same anniversary. Esther is coming up the stairs, the locket in her hand, about to give me the gift that will trigger their bloodlust again.
This time, I refuse. But Esther is cunning, and soon, I'm dodging my family's crazed attacks, desperately trying to expose their dark beliefs to the authorities. They look at me like I' m simply a troubled girl with an overzealous family.
Knowing the law won't stop their fanaticism, I have no choice but to use their own twisted faith against them, no matter the cost, to finally break free. I Tamed the Monster He Sent
Gavin The last thing I saw was Thunder’s bloodied jaws, closing in on me.
My daughter, Sophia, lay broken a few feet away, already gone.
Pain, then darkness.
Then, with a gasp, I bolted upright, my heart hammering like a drum.
I was back on the same rough porch, facing the same smug smirk of Old John.
At the end of his chain was Thunder, the Australian Cattle Dog who had butchered my child and me.
“Heard you were back in town, Isabella,” Old John rasped, his voice a cruel mockery of a welcome.
“Brought you a little housewarming gift,” he added, pulling the chain as Thunder whined, straining to reach me, just like that first time.
The memory crashed over me: Thunder’s lunge, the searing agony as his teeth tore my thigh, the hot gush of blood, and then, Sophia’s petrified screams followed by chilling silence as he turned to her.
Old John had known my paralyzing fear of dogs, yet he had specifically brought this hulking beast to torment me.
He had laughed when I pleaded, ignoring the danger, using the dog as his personal weapon.
Every horrifying detail, every agonizing moment of Sophia’s brutal death and my own demise, flooded my mind with chilling clarity.
But this time, as Thunder lunged forward once more, I forced my trembling legs to stop.
No. Not again.
This time, things would be different. Reborn to Reign: A Mother's Fury
Gavin My name is Sarah, and I remember the cold.
Not the chill of winter, but the stainless-steel table against my back.
My sons, Michael and Gabriel, were gone, their screams replaced by silence.
My husband David, blinded by ambition, led us to that abandoned clinic.
His sister, Veronica, craved an heir for her powerful husband, Senator Harrison.
She believed my "Legacy Fertility" and my children's "vital essence" could help her.
A quack "expert" performed monstrous acts on my seven-year-old twins.
Then it was my turn; they brutally harvested my ovarian tissue.
I was left to bleed out on a filthy floor, my insides torn.
I died there, a vow of revenge frozen on my lips.
Later, I saw Veronica on the news, pregnant and glowing with what she stole.
But then, warmth. Sunlight.
My eyes snapped open to my own familiar bedroom.
Michael was on my chest, Gabriel curled beside me, both alive, young, and whole.
The calendar read October 14th—the very day it all began.
The memory slammed into me: David's averted eyes, the isolated building, Veronica's cold voice, Michael's terror, Gabriel's whimper.
This wasn't a dream; this was a second chance.
Veronica, triumphant in my first life, had risen on my family's ashes, her belly swelling with a lie while mine was emptied by her greed.
No. Not again.
This time, I wouldn't just survive.
I would take everything she had, everything she wanted.
Her husband. Her position. Her future.
My revenge would be absolute, and my children would live. The game had begun.