High school is arguably the best place for romance to blossom. That’s what happens between the two boyish looking students Kei and Rin. Except for the part, that both of them are girls and think that the other person is a boy. If you already find this confusing don’t worry, their two friends Yuri...

Ikeda Akemi dreams of only being by Nakajima Yuma's side. Her one and only selfish wish. In any case she could only work hard to be able to make him look at her. Even though she is a beauty and a popular girl, Nakajima only tries to get away from her. This story unfolds the story about such a ...

A curious case has come to Salma's office. It's about Sebastian, a middle-aged man who doesn't know that he urgently needs psychological help. He thinks this is all the fault of his past loves, but maybe it is due to something else ...

The knights of the Empire have always been looked upon with great acclaim and admiration. When anyone of them enter the streets, crowds gather around them, praising not only their skill with a sword but also the great chivalry they very rarely fail to present. But even when all this commonplace ...

"you should write a novel on your life" " why ?" "cause your life is full of drama and i am sure the readers would love to have a glimpse of your life..trust me and try it!" "fine..I'll give it a go!" Heya! My name's Lara Angel and i am a not-so-awesome and an average teenager,i am currentl...

A man finding true love in unlikely places. I will be posting this story on RoyalRoadl

"I want to be the best cook in the world!" is what he says but will he be able to manage it while doing his best at his new school?

“I beg you, please kill me,” I pleaded, as a pained smile formed on my lips. Nah… they can’t kill me. No one would be able to. Seriously, how can you kill someone who’s already dead?

She looks like a little girl in a school uniform—but beneath her petite face lies a body forged by tragedy and vengeance. This is the story of main protagonist Yao Shiromi, a girl who lost everything... and trained to destroy the one who took it all—only to fall in love with his son.

I never believed in my hometown’s matchmaking ritual. People swore a simple coin pressed to your forehead would help you find the love of your life. None of us in class bought it—until the day they dared me to wear one for a week straight. Some hoped it would work. Most started a betting pool on ...