One foreigner. One suitcase. One wildly unrealistic plan to win the heart of an actress who doesn't know he exists. After falling head over heels for Nanatsu Degurei, a wildly popular and painfully charismatic Japanese actress known for roles like a terminally ill high schooler and a clueless ...

Short story of a Teacher and Student

Parl sora is trying to escape from a simulation. This world they all live in is nothing more then a simulation. Everyone is trapped in this simulation. Because of a AI C.A.R.P World is consumed by this powerful evil AI. And parl somehow finds out a pattern and now he is trying to escape. Will he ...

A lone woman comes face-to-face with someone she thought was a fairytale in the heart of the holiday season. In front of the Christmas tree he sings his song of Eros, and The Endless Night. While their time together is short, even a precious few minutes may prove to be among the most impo...

The Way Things Are (or TWTA) is my BL comic, which I am currently drawing. Here I will update some Alternate Universe (AU) short stories with the characters from the main story. These are not canon, but can be considered canon adjacent. Synopsys of the main story: When Ryuko Kiwatamura move...

En un mundo donde todos despiertan un poder llamado NÉXUS al cumplir diez años, Caín parece haber nacido sin talento. Pero sus ojos esconden un poder jamás visto: puede infundir emociones como el miedo, la culpa o el deseo con solo mirar. Cuando lo despierta por accidente, las corporaciones, la ...

Slaying the Demon King Sounded Cool… Until I Got Reborn with Four S-Tier Girls and a Constant Need for Therapy. I didn’t ask to be the chosen one. I died doing something stupid. Now I’m in a fantasy world—with cursed daggers, glow-in-the-dark eyes, and a party full of women who could acciden...

In a world ruled by the strong, power means control. Raven begins his journey in this vast world—a world of continents, nations, laws, and rules. This world has its own currency, the Phonix, which is equivalent to 0.7 dollars.

"There is always time to change," my father tells me. But maybe there isn't anything worthwhile changing myself for. The jinn looking at me across the other side of the room says otherwise.

I don't remember the last time I saw sunlight. I remember times basket in golden light. But I don't know which one was the last. I don't remember the last time I ate red meat either, bread too. The squealing of gulls, metal scratching against metal, toddlers screaming, I thought I hated th...