See, that’s the curse she placed on me all those years ago. I see it in the hundreds of grotesque butterflies lining the veins along her wrists. But butterflies aren’t pink in nature—it’s ink, and paint, and blood that coats her lips and spills into the shadows. “She looks a lot like someone...

On the one hand we have a lonely boy tired of his usual routine, on the other Mai Yukimura, a former idol accused of a scandal that never really saw her as a protagonist. The boy and the girl meet, for the first time, through the balconies of their apartments and a spark seems to immediately fly...

The night is cold but Surrounded by walls is safer than being with " so, cold in human being as friend ." Making friends online following " Asteria_g". Smile is full with fear , stretch of blood, fake emotion, trapped in some problems or phobia. ...

Spies usually don't get to choose how they die. Many are killed in action, while others in captivity. Serena has been captured and has been sentenced to a slow and painful death. She wanted to die peacefully on a small hill in her hometown, but that looks like it will never happen. That is until ...

Dr. William Turner, as usual, was heading towards the hospital every morning. A light mist had settled over the city, and a sense of quietude prevailed. The white walls of the Swallow Medical Center seemed like a sanctuary, always patiently striving to alleviate pain. One day, when he picked u...

Eiden, Railey, Winston, and now Vance. All of the have been gifted a gold bracelet, and the stored away as puppets by the Puppet Master. Vance was different, while the others still had their bracelets, he did not. While the others obeyed the Puppet master, he didn't. When the others revealed they...

Thanatos lives. Known as Grim Reapers in children's fairy tales. Or Shinigami, or simply, Death. From hundreds of cultures and through hundreds of gossips the people learned that Thanatos is a shapeshifter. He can be a lightning strike today, and a tsunami tomorrow. Or a human. Thanatos...

The desire to live. The desire to die. Frankly, I couldn’t care less.

The old and dilapidated, this house had shouldered the weight of experiences. The creaks of the wooden floorboards seemed to whisper that they carried the burden of years. I, Kuro, could feel the silence and weariness within these walls. The air was filled with the scent of old wood and faded ...

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