My crush's life hangs by a thread. Literally. A cotton thread, stuffed with rice and bad decisions. Leo Matsuda was supposed to get harmless revenge karma, not become magically linked to a voodoo doll that only works because he's falling for me. Now I'm a teenage magical guardian whose biggest t...

In the fading light of a quiet evening, Édouard wakes up in a room he no longer recognizes. When an old rotary phone begins to ring, the voice on the other end knows far too much — about his life, his loves, and the cracks in his memory. Farewell to Myself is a gentle, haunting short story about...

A perfectly, absolutely sane girl awakes with an unknown phone in her possession. She has 26 minutes to figure out what the hell she does with it before she needs to get ready for school.

🎻 The Violin’s Promise 🌸 “Even if the melody fades, I’ll remember the way you made my heart sing.” Ren, a quiet pianist who’s lost his passion, meets Yui, a radiant violinist hiding her pain behind a sunflower smile. Together, they discover the healing power of music—and each other....

Ever had anxiety when receiving a call from an unknown number? Sometimes it can turn out pretty good, still ;)

After living a life full of regrets, a man is mysteriously reincarnated into the past and is given the chance to correct himself. But after he meets his past self, he realizes that he has made a terrible mistake.

A high school girl wakes up to the sound of an unfamiliar phone ringing. She answers. Bittersweet gay ensues.

Sometimes a helping hand can come from the most unexpected places, as Suki learns when she is contacted on her grandmother's old rotary phone by a strange but neighborly voice. Leading her around with a little game, Suki realizes that to overcome life's perils, one only needs a little guidance.

Hazel gets a voodoo doll from her best friend Matilda but it doesn't work. At least no one knew it worked til James found it.

It's only natural you'd be curious about me and my dearest Eli. Every moment we shared was a masterpiece—worthy of a canvas. Ours was the perfect love story… If perfection meant unraveling each other until everything good in us twisted into a shadow of what it once was.