A certain investigator wonders the mystery of the constant suicide of the men within his city. He has suspicions but can't believe it until her alluring presence catches him.

Following his soccer team's loss of 11-0 against their rivals, Joey Suzuki, a young striker, challenges the rivals to a rematch in the Champion's Cup final. With only a washed-up team with unmotivated players, Joey does everything he can in order to make the team reach the cup final.

The revolution has won. The King and Queen are already dead. Only the Princess remains. And tomorrow, she'll die too. Yet she organized one last ball. Amidst all the hate, and in the face of death, she will dance the most beautifully. How to live when you know you'll die ? How to love when you ...

Charon, a name belongs to the one who guide the souls of dead to their destination, the underworld. Thanatos, a name that belongs to the god of death. Would a boy with both roles save a girl who was in despair or guide her to the path he never belonged to?

Living amongst humans is such a drag, at least that's what Thanatos feels. Why do people put up with so much of this noise and cruelty? As the god of death he can offer an alternative. That is until he meets Eros and she offers him a new point of view.

She was the one I loved most, and her secret nickname was “My Bridge to Life”. “Love?” As contradicting it is to say , this story is not a romantic drama! I could only describe us like this: Our connection at the start was a thread. Every time I made a crack on you, the bridge, ...

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.

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. ...

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.

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