Lauren is a hardworking college student. She has lost her family after a biological attack where she lived. Those who survived that experiment are now called "immigrants". Desperate after the unfortunate events that befell the immigrants, the young girl marries a widow with a small baby in exchan...

A collection (or anthology), of short stories that vary in genre. Everyone likes different things, and writing shorter stuff is good practice to write different genres. Of course, though, the main reason as to the creation of this collection is to have fun.

In Eldoria, Marcus, a dedicated scholar, meets Seraphina, a guardian of ancient runes with emerald eyes. Recognizing Marcus as the key to unraveling a prophetic script, Seraphina joins him on a quest. As they journey, two more extraordinary women, Isabella and Aria, become integral to their group...

After her family is murdered, Amaris becomes an ordinary street rat, with none the wiser as to her true identity. One day, an Adventurer takes her under his wing, but when he, too, dies, she goes to become an Adventurer and follow in his footsteps!

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.

After killing someone and himself in an accident, a young student finds himself reborn in another world as a dog, where he must rebuild his life from scratch to regain his human form. However, numerous circumstances prevent him from having his way with life, such as his newly found questionable...

She lives her minimalist life in her small apartment. Unlike her neighbor, who seems to enjoy life to the fullest. He lives in the penthouse across and parties as if there's no tomorrow. Every day he shows up with a new woman and whispers sweet words in her ear. Sometimes, he even meets with a wo...

The day has come, the building shall be open to all! An architect finalizes his work, as his lover sings her final song.

See, that’s the curse she placed on me all those years ago. I see it in the hundreds of grotesque butterflies lining the veins along her wrists. But butterflies aren’t pink in nature—it’s ink, and paint, and blood that coats her lips and spills into the shadows. “She looks a lot like someone...

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.