Akira Hinata is feared by many of her classmates at school, which earned her the nickname "Dog". When the new student Hideaki Taichi shows up, he is determined to convince Hinata's classmates that she is not a dog everyone is making her out to be despite her cold demeanor. What Taichi doesn't ant...

What happens when a burnt-out corporate zombie swaps his spreadsheets for the role of a joker? Meet kai ,a man who survived the corporate ladder only to be transmigrated into a world where magic is a birthright reserved strictly for the elite. While the journey begins with the fish-out-of-wate...

This is something I'm writing for myself. These are all my thoughts and feelings, they're real... not something I'm creating and writing for the audience because I can't move on at the moment.

Sixteen year old Fuza Kodai leads a normal, boring life. He lives with his friend, Otokora Shika, and conveniently their childhood friend, Akiyo Belle, lives right next door. He longs for something strange to happen. Something like you would see in a manga or a cheesy American movie. Until on...

(This is not a synopsis) I'll be rewriting Staccato, since I feel that I've rushed my writing process too much, and that the course of events within the story has deviated too much from what I first planned. I also feel like a different chapter length, narration, and pacing would suit Staccato ...

I wanted to go to school like everyone else, at least for my final year. I've been home schooled up until now, but now that I've been accepted into a school of the gifted, I can't be more excited. When our brains are formed, neurons are connected to many other neurons before these connections ...

A girl named Pemolya is someone who loves otome games. One day she goes to a wizard's shop, but the wizard warns Pemolya. While walking on the road, Pemolya is hit by a car and dies, and now she has a new life.

The world is rotten. It was in my previous life. Still is in this one. Suits change. Titles too. But the monsters are the same: men with power, rehearsed smiles, and bloodstained hands no one sees. I made sure they did see it. Never missed a throw. Never left a name. Just a white ceramic kn...

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