Every night, Sayuri walks across the same bridge. Every night, I talk her down. But this time is different; tonight Sayuri will kiss the water.

Things take a turn for the worst when an architect's bag gets swapped with someone else's while she is at a museum.

It isn’t easy being the God of Death, misunderstood and condemned by the very beings you’ve sworn to save from the tragedies of life. But maybe death isn’t the only way; you just need to find the hope beyond the night…

You have a letter, but you still haven't read it. Why? Because you're afraid of what she'll say to you. That you're a coward, a whiner, and a let down. That you would be thought less of by her. Isn't that right, Laeo?

What if Thanatos only calls on followers because the loneliness of their existence was too much to bear? What if Eros tries to stop them every single time, showing them they are loved but having their words and actions reverberate in the void as they fail to reach them? Is Death really all that t...

Eros, the God of Life and Thanatos, the God of Death, are infamously known throughout the world. The people of Eros desire to live and create life in order to please their god and the people of Thanatos desire to die in order to please their own. That being said, Yakuto is stuck in the middle as ...

A curse is not an incantation, nor is it a magic spell of any sort. It is a desperate, selfish wish. A taboo desire, given power, that goes against the natural order of the world. The twin gods, Eros and Thanatos, were once the rulers of an immortal earth. Now, one is dead, while the ot...

December 24th. The snow had taken the shape of the roofs it had fallen over. The weather was chilly but my living room was warm, thanks to the heater. "Sorry." Just one word sent from his LINE account. It could mean a lot of things.

He had set off running toward the night sky in order to escape the frustration he had suffered. But there she was, who had been looking at him for a long time…

"The flowers in our garden swayed as if affirming the beauty of our love. Seasons passed, painting the world with their hues. Spring came with the promise of rebirth. Summer whispered secrets of eternity. Autumn reminded us of the beauty in letting go. Even in winter, Rina's love warmed my soul."