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ADV Absolute Death Virus means you have only a few months left to live. Hachi runs a coffee shop and deals with customers as they cope with their own mortality.
What happens when you delete your game’s save file? After slaying the Demon Lord, Gore Knight Gerhart expected a triumphant return as part of the Hero’s party. But when The Deletion took place right after, the world was doomed to end in one year. Every living being capable of thought was affl...
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...
[Read the full story at novelconbini.com!] Singapore, 21st Century. After yet another long stay at the mental hospital, Fiona's transferred to a shady rehabilitation facility in some unknown part of the island. This asylum aims to rehabilitate patients by giving them autonomy over their ...
A capital city in 2049 glitters with digital displays atop glass towers, but one job for a hardware pirate cell drags a fifteen-year-old boy into an unforgettable night he regrets ever saying "yes" to.
Dear Diary, It's okay if she's my God of death, as long as I can stare into her eyes one last time before the light of my life extinguishes.
The sad thing is suicide doesn't end the pain. It just passes it on to someone else. —James Kirkup
Sukara Meika was a brilliant scientist who uncovered the Scalar Grid—the hidden structure behind all of reality. For that discovery, the gods branded him a threat… and banished him to the Fracture, a decaying realm between worlds. Stripped of his life and cast into oblivion, Sukara refuses to ...
You think about it all the time—with impunity. You say it all the time—just as a reminder. It comes out soft like silk, an eternal sigh of sympathy passing your lips. “I wish you were dead.”
On a cold night in early December, a recently bereaved and recovering alcoholic wanders the streets of a certain city, searching for a salvation that may never come. Then he meets Santa Claus.