“Hey. Do you want to travel around the world and make a guidebook?” Arabella Dekever asks her lover. “I want to leave my name on a guidebook. Don’t you think it feels amazing when people find our book useful and appreciate what we write for them? For many years to come.” A shitty man wouldn’t ...

The Chosen Hero's quest to vanquish the Dark Lord is overshadowed by the true war between the enigmatic Hero Intelligence Agency and vile DGB. Among the HIA’s agents is Delphi, an underappreciated handler in charge of carefully guiding the Hero from the shadows. When a high-ranking enemy spy i...

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?

"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.

An ethereal angel, traverses the vast sea for years, captivating the imaginations of those who witness her. Her presence is both feared and revered, seen as a harbinger of doom and a symbol of grace. Through wars, encounters with sea creatures, and contemplative moments with birds, she grapples w...

The most important seven years of a man. The years where he experienced the good and the bad of life. And once a year, he goes to a park, where he meets a mysterious woman. On a bench overlooking the joyful scenery, he would share moments of his life with her, from his joys to his misfortunes. Th...

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.”

For eternity, life hath danced with death, with evolution edging their steps, only for herself to forsake courting and latch to his embrace. It is nothing but madness — or immaturity.

On Sunday September 9th at 2:00AM JST, a lonely boy leaped 150 feet and smashed into the ground. This is not his story.