What if a relationship between gay and a tomboy? In this story there are two teenager named Margarette and joseph.they are childhood friends and they hated each other and after they found out that they were engaged but the problem is they were gay and a tomboy. What do you think?what will happe...

You cross your wrists for attention. But if you want results, you open the veins down their lengths.

A brutal sadistic death game is about to immense. This is a story of a young assassin, whose only mission is to find the truth, The truth of what's really beyond the walls in which he calls home, The origin of his power, The hunting of secrets, the rulers of this city keep trapped within these wa...

The boy never understood the ruckus about the Thanatos', nor the Eros'. Until he saw a girl ruled by Thanatos. Everything felt alright, until he realized something; They fell through the night, holding each other's hand.

"Once upon a time, in the early 1890s, the magnificent warship Ertugrul sailed proudly upon the seas as the grand symbol of the Ottoman Empire's glory. This elderly vessel was about to embark on a journey that would etch its name into the pages of history. Ali, a young Ottoman officer, stood with...

Standing by the tracks of a train, a boy takes a step towards the other side. But life has more in store for him than he could ever know.

We're always alone, aren't we? No one needs me right? No one cares about me right? It has always been like this from my ostracised childhood where I didn't belong in the chaotic orchestra that was school, all the way till now as a lowly unappreciated employee. Until I met her...

She was never here. I existed for her. What purpose? Worlds apart, our secrets whispered into the sky, running from what we could - fate intertwined.

The world as we know it is flawed. Each and every single one of us carries a burden that no one can understand. Even then, there are bonds that are unbreakable. This is a story of the burden of bonds.

The feeling has no name. It reaches out to anyone who has lost someone, parting the close and empty dark—a hand on their shoulder, a whisper in their ear, and that’s how they know that they’re not alone anymore.