A writer who was afflicted with TGA and had obsession with writing and an enigmatic girl who worked at clubs for living---fell in love with each other. But as lovely as it was, the painful their love had become over time. But his condition didn't stop her from loving him, neither could reality as...

There are two forces that rule the humans: Thanatos, the force of death, and Eros, the force of life. And after falling into the temptation of the first one, Aoi will receive a very special visit. A very special short story to remember you are not alone.

There are two types of people: those ruled by Thanatos and those ruled by Eros. It's rare to see the God of Death itself but those who see it often see a different person. Most of the time, it's the one you love dearly. But what if the person you loved the most... Was the you in your past? Aft...

Underappreciated and taken for granted, a middle-aged woman decides to hire an escort.

Thanatos... did not exist. He was just an old Greek legend. Those who believe in the existence of dumb myths like these need to open their eyes. That's all.

I don't want to fall in love anymore! I have enough with this! If only I don't know her, my life will be more easier. I want to end my life! "Hey, do you want to be my boyfriend?" Who is her suddenly appear in my life? What she want from me? What will happen with my life after this?

Mike becomes entranced by a girl with an uncanny resemblance to his first crush. As they share their deepest pains and hopes, they confront the fragility of life and the balance between joy and suffering. A heart-wrenching tale of love, loss, and the pursuit of beauty in a world marked by tragedy.

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?

Years of Poverty due to being stuck as the third group of people who don’t follow Eros or Thanatos has caused years of oppression. Humanity seems to have lost its way and autonomy under the two Gods. As such, the Gods need to perish.

“Goodbye…” I heard a final whisper… A pair of black wings seemed to unravel behind her. The wings were blacker than the darkest woods, blacker than midnight, blacker than space itself…it was the color of death. I knew, the girl I’d loved so dearly, was the personification of death…but I was rea...