We're always alone, aren't we? No one needs me right? No one cares about me right? It has always been like this from my ostracised childhood where I didn't belong in the chaotic orchestra that was school, all the way till now as a lowly unappreciated employee. Until I met her...

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...

The story revolves around an artist named Elias, depicting his life in the quiet and peaceful atmosphere of the town, and the evolution of his art. Elias's imaginative flair and the enchanting touch of his brush bring forth creations that infuse the town with an air of mystery and curiosity. A my...

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

Beacons are supposed to be easy to follow but sometimes people are just bad at it.

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

Yona is happily enjoying her wedding, when suddenly she whisked away to another dimension. There, a frighting beast informs her that she is from a romcom manga and that the fandom of said manga hates her and is upset that Yoshi chose her. Yona is then sent back to a certain point in the story a...

Playing a video game is fun, but what happens if it becomes a reality? In a world where you have the power of a player, what could you do; what WOULD you do? Would you try to save the world? Destroy it? Or just have fun? Or, perhaps, something else?

VIJAY a boy who don't know anything about his past....A world filled with martial arts, magic, demons...and mysteries...Dangers lurking within shadows....thrones ready to pierce at every step he took forward... follow us and see how Vijay uncover the truth about his grandma, with who he has been ...

The wanderer had no name. Instead, his cane had a name. Just like his cloak and the small bag of provisions he carried over his shoulder. In the past, he was sure, he had also had a name. However, that time was long ago, and names tend to lose out to time.