C Berman Fear Street

What would you do if you woke up and decided to look out at the dawning morning only to see yourself still lying in bed? What would you do if your 21st birthday was the last time you would ever age? What would you do if you were being chased by the NSA? How would you feel if you were hunted by a creature that could take any form it wished? That is Michael’s life. From the time he was fifteen he knew he was much different from everyone else. He had his own successful technology company and was at school at MIT. This is as far back as he can remember any true memory. He had always known things, whether it was about people or just events, and went with his feelings about whatever split in the road was set in front of him. Staring out the window of his bedroom, he turned around to find he was still in bed. Was it a dream? Before figuring out what was going on, the government was trying to catch him. Running from the NSA and trying to figure out how to control his new powers, he runs into something very evil that wants nothing less than to kill him. His new enemy can take on any form he wants at any time. Using his power to split himself in two, he spends his time trying to find out one other mystery. How did the government know about him before he did? Learning to split his body, trying to find his purpose in life, searching for the woman he lost and trying not to get killed, Michael comes to find out one truth to his reality. The only thing he has to fear in this word is himself.

What?!?" Pia exclaimed. “What's within?” Saying, "Oh my God! Is that a finger that has been chopped?’ Cassandra uttered, "I'm not sure!” "What the fuck does that even mean?!?" exclaimed Pia. Cassandra says, "What?!?" Please don't look at me that way. Furthermore, I have no idea what that even means!’ Pia commented, "This is embarrassing," and Cassia responded, "Okay, I'm going to call the police right away." "No!" exclaimed Pia. Oh no, please don't! “ Cassiandra uttered, "Are you serious at this moment? Cass, that is one fucking chopped finger! Furthermore, we have no idea whose finger it is!” "I'm sure that whoever sent this wouldn't really like it if we ever called the police about this," Pia said. "I also think that they might be keeping an eye on us right now." Cassandra was already breathing heavily as she was scared and doesn't know what to do. She panicked while Pia remained calm and silent as she tries to calm her friend down. Fear flashed through Cassandra's mind as she and Pia stood next to her car, their nerves still raw from the uncomfortable meeting. "Then, what do we do now?" Cassandra's eyes darted across the surroundings while her voice wavered with anxiety. With her own heart rate accelerating due to adrenaline, Pia tried to calm their agitated minds. "Maybe we'll try to calm down first..." However, Cassandra's mind was already racing, a flash of insight emerging in her. "But wait, the letter!" Pia looked in astonishment, taken aback by Cassandra's apparent eagerness. "What?" Words flew out of Cassandra's mouth, a trace of panic in her tone. "H-Haven't that box come with a letter?" Pia's face wrinkled as she considered what Cassandra had said, realizing what had happened.

In the first apocalypse timeline, he trusted the wrong people, gave away what little he had, and was betrayed when food became more valuable than human life. Death came quietly—without heroism, without meaning. Then time rewound. Kyle wakes minutes before the world collapses, reborn with all his memories intact—and a system no one else possesses: the Infinite Supplies System. Food. Water. Weapons. A private Paradise Space untouched by ruin. But abundance comes with a rule carved in cold logic: nothing is free. Supplies can only be unlocked through Emotional Function Points. As cities fall and boys’ survivor zones are wiped out, a sealed girls’ campus becomes an island of desperation. Kyle alone can move freely through the apocalypse. He doesn’t force obedience. He waits. Hunger does the work. Cleaning earns meals. Labor earns water. Emotion—fear, shame, gratitude, desire—determines how much. Six girls stand at the center of this fragile balance: a campus beauty hiding terror behind smiles, an ice-cold strategist who refuses to beg, a fallen heiress desperate to reclaim control, an arrogant provocateur who thrives on chaos, a kind healer who sacrifices herself too easily, and a hardened survivor who refuses to be owned. Between them, alliances form and fracture. Submission becomes strategy. Strategy becomes betrayal. Kyle’s relationships with them are never simple. He is their provider, their ruler, their shield—and, increasingly, their moral problem. As the system rewards cruelty more efficiently than kindness, Kyle begins to realize a terrifying truth: the system doesn’t care about survival. It cares about consumption. When outside survivor factions finally make contact and the system escalates beyond Kyle’s control, he is forced to choose—declare himself sovereign over a starving world, or challenge the very system that keeps everyone alive. And the system is already watching how he decides.

In a world where justice is blind,one man becomes its eyes. Liam Cross was an ordinary delivery rider struggling to survive in the unforgiving city. One night, a terrorist explosion ends his life only for him to awaken with a mysterious Executor System. The System gives him a chilling ability: the power to judge the guilty. With a single command, he can condemn criminals, absorb their strength, and wield their abilities as his own. But there is a price for each wrong judgement that burns away his soul. As gangs, corrupt politicians, and supernatural creatures rise from the shadows, Liam finds himself at the center of a war he never asked for. To protect the innocent and survive, he must balance on the razor’s edge between justice and damnation. Hunted by enemies, pursued by the law, and haunted by his choices, Liam must answer the ultimate question: What happens when the executioner himself is judged?