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Liv is Thomas’s best friend’s little sister, so off limits the limit isn’t even allowed to exist in the first place, yet his feelings for her are getting increasingly non-platonic. Despite this shameful obsession, he’s determined to keep his secret forever and never ever act on his desires, reveal the smallest glimpse of them. But… When a devastating and life-altering event is thrown Liv’s way, she finds herself needing Thomas in her life more than ever, needing him in a different, very different, way than before. Notwithstanding the miscommunication, jealousy and guilt, the lines become blurred and things start to spiral. Their respective traumas manage to bind them closer together and make them realize love might not have to be conventional or pure in the traditional sense.

Six months. One office. One desire neither expected.

Elara Voss arrives in the coastal city of Valenreach believing she has chosen a life defined by clarity, reason, and careful ambition. Quiet, observant, and emotionally restrained, she trusts structure more than impulse and silence more than confession. It is in Valenreach’s old libraries and slow, thoughtful rhythms that she meets Rowan Hale—an introspective, perceptive man whose presence unsettles her precisely because it asks nothing of her and yet sees too much. Their connection forms gradually, built on conversations that drift toward meaning and silences that speak more than words. What begins as intellectual companionship deepens into a profound emotional intimacy neither is willing to name. Both believe in timing, in responsibility, in not disrupting lives—including their own. When Rowan leaves Valenreach for a future that promises stability but not fulfillment, neither speaks the truth they both recognize. What remains between them is unfinished. Years pass. Elara builds a respectable life shaped by practicality and social expectation, mistaking emotional quiet for contentment. Rowan finds success elsewhere, yet carries with him the persistent sense of having abandoned something essential. Though they are separated by distance and time, their bond survives as memory and comparison—an unspoken measure against which all other connections fall short. When circumstance draws them back into each other’s lives, they are older, more guarded, and burdened by choices already made. The love they never claimed now demands acknowledgment, but honesty comes with consequences neither can avoid. As long-suppressed truths surface, Elara and Rowan must confront what love means when it arrives late—and whether recognizing it is enough. The Shape of What We Never Said is a quiet, devastating romance about timing, restraint, and the courage it takes to speak when silence has become habit. It explores how lives are shaped not only by the choices we make, but by the words we leave unsaid—and what remains after truth is finally spoken.

Almost Home is a tender, slow-burning story about youth, loss, and the fragile places we belong to before the world asks us to leave them behind. Set against a neighborhood on the brink of disappearance, the novel follows three young people whose lives quietly intertwine as they navigate school corridors, family pressures, unspoken dreams, and the weight of becoming someone before they’re ready. Ha-Yoon carries the noise of responsibility too early, learning how to be strong long before she learns how to rest. Seon-Woo moves through life with careful silence, shaped by hardship and a loyalty that often costs him more than it gives. Hae-Min runs toward the future with talent and momentum, unaware that some distances can’t be outrun. Their bond forms not through grand declarations, but in ordinary moments: late-night walks, shared meals, rain-soaked laughter, and the quiet understanding that comes from surviving the same place together. As time moves forward, choices fracture paths, circumstances test loyalty, and the meaning of “home” begins to change. Love appears in unexpected forms, sometimes too late, sometimes too soon, sometimes quietly, without permission. Years later, when the past resurfaces in unfamiliar ways, the characters are forced to confront what they’ve lost, what they’ve become, and whether some connections ever truly fade. Almost Home is a reflective, emotionally grounded novel about growing up, growing apart, and the lingering pull of the people and places that once held us together, even after we think we’ve moved on.

HOW DID I END UP PROTECTING THE VIRGIN HEIRESS WHO WANTS TO CHASE ME? A naive virgin heiress with an outrageous to-do list hires a very reluctant bad boy to be her bodyguard. Oh, and he has to help her live a whole lifetime in one short week. Too bad he's not interested in starred item No. 12: A one-night stand. Or ... is he? BONUS STORIES! Wizard's Mate Wizard's Heart Ice, Ice Baby Demon's Kiss Prince Selfish Christmas For Eve

Excerpt~ “I told you not to steal anything. It’s illegal!” I frowned at him. “I don’t get why Earthlings can’t just take whatever they want. It’s produced on your planet, right?” “Ugh, right—but we have a money system to follow. We don’t just take things without permission!” I said, snatching it back from his hand. “Hm? But… you stole my heart. Is that legal?” he said, leaning closer with a mischievous smirk. I pushed him back, my cheeks flushing bright red. “Idiot! Where did you even learn that from?!” “Oh… it was on that thing—TV. The girl in it didn’t seem to mind when the guy said it. Why are you mad?” *** All Ling Yunhua ever wanted… was him—her childhood friend, her first love. After years of silently carrying her feelings for Tang Shixiu, Yunhua finally finds the courage to confess. But after all the mixed signals and lingering hope, he rejects her—coldly, without hesitation—shattering the only dream she ever held close. Devastated and on the edge of giving up on everything… that’s when he appears—like an angel fallen from the stars. A man from beyond the galaxy crosses paths with Yunhua at her lowest point. From a race that erased emotions long ago, he begins to feel something foreign… something human. Something like love. But danger closes in fast. The research organization Yunhua works for—and the government—are secretly hunting him down after discovering that his alien DNA holds the power to cure any disease. Determined to protect him, Yunhua makes a dangerous choice: she hides him under the lie of being her boyfriend. Now they live together. A clueless, awkward alien learning to feel… and a girl torn between duty and the growing storm in her heart. How long can she keep him hidden in a world desperate to dissect him? And when the time comes for him to return to the stars… will she be able to let him go?

You cant run your fate when you are all twisted in it... A story about Aron, Miya, and Max .... Aron was known for his striking looks and his cold indifference. That balance breaks when Max, a kind and endlessly helpfu transfer student. enters his school. Max was evervthing Aror wasn't, Always smiling, alwavs surrounded by friends. creating warmth wherever he went. Aron found him irritating... yet impossible to ignore. But fate wasn't done with Aron yet.. When he saw Miva for the first time, his carefully built walls cracked. With her striking blue eyes, she captivated hin instantly. what twist will their fate take ahead..... Some hearts are guarded. Some souls are divided. And some fates are destined to twist.

In the heart of Edo, amidst falling cherry blossoms and the whispers of silk, a love is born—pure, forbidden, and destined to be remembered forever. Aiko, a gifted silk weaver, creates fabrics that hold more than just threads—they carry dreams, prayers, and the silent echoes of her heart. Haruki, a man of quiet courage and unwavering devotion, discovers her gift and her soul, and in a single thread of silk, they exchange a promise that even time cannot erase. But Edo is a city ruled by power, deceit, and ambition. Lords, spies, and rivals lurk in every shadow, ready to snatch away love in the name of duty and greed. The lovers’ bond will be tested by betrayal, ambition, and the harshest twists of fate. As petals fall and promises unravel, The Silk Promise of Edo weaves a story of love that is as fragile as silk and as inevitable as destiny. A tragic romance that will make your heart ache, your eyes water, and leave a mark that lingers long after the last page is turned. A love that could not exist, yet could not be denied. A promise that the world could never break.

Su Qinglan sat cross-legged on the grass, holding the chubbiest tiger cub she’d ever seen. “Aww… Look at you,” she whispered, booping its tiny nose. “So cute I could eat you up...” A sudden shadow loomed over her. “What’s so good about this stinky cub?” a deep, amused voice asked. She blinked up… and froze. Towering above her was a tall tiger beast man, his golden eyes narrowed in a lazy, predatory smile. “Let’s have ours,” he said. Su Qinglan’s brain short-circuited. … Ours? OURS?! Before she could process, in the next moment she was hoisted up onto his broad shoulder like a sack of grain and carried straight toward the cave. Su Qinglan was so choked by the suddenness of it all… she forgot to even complain. *** Su Qinglan’s knees knocked together as she stared up at the enormous serpent. Its cold, red eyes narrowed, the flick of its tongue tasting the air between them. “D-Don’t eat me,” she stammered, hugging herself. “I...I’m not tasty… really, I’m stringy and full of… uh… bad cholesterol.” The snake’s head lowered until it was mere inches from her face. Her fox ears twitched wildly. And then, before she could blink...its massive body shimmered, scales turning into bronzed skin and lean muscle. Standing before her was a man so breathtakingly handsome that Su Qinglan’s poor fox eyes watered just looking at him. Su Qinglan swallowed hard, her tail fluffing up in panic. “I… I…” Her voice cracked. Okay, new problem… the snake is hot. She squeezed her eyes shut. “If you… if you really want…” She blurted, her face burning, “…y-you can… take me.” *** One moment Su Qinglan was fighting with the zombie king with all her might. Boom! The next, she woke up in a bizarre beast world… inside the body of a lazy, pampered, fat local tyrant everyone hated. The “original” Su Qinglan had been an arrogant, scheming villainess who spent her days bullying weaker beast women, chasing after handsome males, and terrorizing the tribe kids. Now, thanks to fate’s twisted sense of humor, Qinglan had inherited the body and the bad reputation. But honestly? Being fat in a beast world was still better than starving in the apocalypse. At least here, she could eat. The only problem? In this world, men weren’t just men, they were beastmen. Tall, strong, dangerous… And apparently, every beast woman was expected to have several husbands. The catch? The “original” Qinglan’s antics had scared away every decent male within a ten-mile radius. Armed with her apocalyptic survival instincts, a sharp tongue, and a mysterious system that suddenly activated... "Binding with host…" "Congratulations, host, for successfully arriving in the beast world." Qinglan decided she wasn’t going to cry about fate. If she had to live here, then she’d live big, literally.

The name's Renjiro Koizumi, a Fudanshi, aka, a rotten BL fan. And I'm proud I am. My life is easy and peaceful, but then we had to come back from living abroad for years. When I entered high school, I was also met by my childhood friend, and surprisingly enough, I met a few new friends within the time I'm here. There's just one thing I noticed, male students here are so giving the gay vibe! Like my classmate who, I just found out, have feelings for my cold and annoying roommate. Then, a senior of mine has a secret crush on my best friend?! Two friends fell in love with each other, enemies to lovers trope. And step brothers with benefits?! As fudanshi, will I ever be able to help these boys get it on with their crushes? We'll see...!

Genre: Romance, Emotional, Soulmate, Clean Love My Soul Knows You is a story about a love that begins not with desire, but with recognition. Noah, a young writer tired of noise and broken emotions, travels to a quiet village searching for peace. There, he meets Elena—a calm, thoughtful girl who believes that true love must grow slowly, with patience and respect. Their connection is instant, but not loud. No passion, no rush—only a deep sense of familiarity, as if their souls already knew each other. As they spend time together, sharing words, silence, and small moments, their bond deepens into something pure and steady. But life soon tests them. Distance, responsibilities, and personal dreams pull them in different directions, forcing them to choose between love and life. Separated by time and circumstances, they grow individually—yet never truly apart. When they meet again, they realize the truth: Some love is not created by the heart. It is remembered by the soul. My Soul Knows You is a gentle, emotional journey of patience, faith, and a love that waits until the right moment.

Joseph, the head of the Anderson family was born beneath the brilliance of the aristocracy, a man whose very name was enough to make the entire Blue Moon Pack fall silent. Talented. Disciplined. Rational. The most trusted strategic adviser of King Lycan. In the world of commerce, he was an icon. On the streets, he was a symbol of pride. Yet his illustrious reputation carried one glaring “flaw”: His wife, a simple girl from a remote countryside, with no ties to nobility or high society. Their marriage was never born from love. When he was seven, his grandfather tipsy on strong wine agreed to a marital alliance with an old acquaintance. By the time Joseph came of age, that childish promise had turned into a chain binding him. He brought her into his home simply because he could not defy the wishes of his elders. From the very beginning, he set a clear boundary: They would live like polite strangers, civil, distant, and completely separate. But life had its ways of mocking certainty. She never fought, never demanded, never asked anything of him. She lived quietly, like the shade of a gentle tree, doing small, unnoticed things each day: tidying the pens and notes he left scattered, refreshing the flowers in his office, organizing the reports he had yet to finish… A presence so soft it became impossible to ignore. One day, he found himself returning home earlier than usual. Another day, he stood outside her room longer than necessary. And on a certain evening, the man known for his austerity returned with her favorite wine without knowing why he had bought it. Just when he began growing accustomed to her presence, the government erupted in turmoil. A storm of conspiracies, treason, criminal networks… and Joseph was pulled into its center. During a covert investigation, every lead pointed toward his gentle wife waiting quietly at home. He stood beneath the porch light, its swaying glow reflecting off the ice-cold sharpness in his eyes. Just a few more steps, and he would know everything: Who she truly was. What she had been hiding. Whether she was connected to the secrets he had been chasing. He could walk in, question her, tear apart every layer of truth. But if he did… he feared he would destroy the one thing that made him want to come home each night. The faint trace of the wine she’d shared with him the night before still lingered on his tongue. Joseph closed his eyes, tightened his grip, and stepped back. Because sometimes, the most terrifying truth is not that she might be lying to him but that he might not survive knowing the answer. Update schedule: 2 chapters per day, no updates on Sundays.

Three years ago, Vincent's world fell apart when his soulmate, Majori, cruelly rejected him in front of everyone, choosing another man—his best friend, Brian. Heartbroken and confused, Vincent watched as the love of his life walked away, seemingly severing every bond between them. Now, Vincent has risen to power as the formidable Lycan King of the Blue Moon Pack, leaving his tragic past behind or so he thought. Fate intervenes when he finds Majori once again, this time bloodied and broken, being hunted by a rogue pack. Torn between vengeance and the flicker of hope he dares not acknowledge, Vincent rescues her, only to imprison her in his own kingdom. But Majori is not the same carefree, mischievous girl he once knew. Hiding a dark secret that kept her away, she has suffered in silence, bearing the scars of a brutal past. As the tension between them rekindles the embers of their shattered bond, a web of lies, betrayal, and dangerous power struggles threatens to destroy them both. With old enemies closing in and Brian emerging as a formidable threat, Vincent must confront not only the truth about his mate but also his own tortured heart. As Majori’s health deteriorates and the stakes escalate, Vincent faces an impossible choice: let go of the past and fight for their future, or lose Majori forever. Yet, the biggest secret of all, the one Majori has been hiding for years could turn Vincent’s entire world upside down and change the fate of the packs forever. In a battle for love, power, and survival, can Vincent and Majori overcome their painful past or will the flames of betrayal consume them both? Update schedule: 7 chapters per week, but with no fixed days. ... Umee: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

Mei and Otis once loved each other during the most innocent years of their youth, only to break up in the middle of a heavy storm, leaving countless words unspoken. Years later, fate forces them quite unwillingly to become… roommates. A girl who’s cold on the outside but warm on the inside, sharp-tongued yet soft-hearted; A guy who’s rough around the edges but deeply loyal... The two of them crash back into each other’s lives amid hectic summer days, torrential rain, and the smallest moments of daily life. She says she doesn’t like him anymore. He says he’s long forgotten their past. But neither of them has ever changed their phone wallpaper, their old habits remain, and every time they face each other, their hearts skip a beat. From petty arguments, endless teasing, to sudden moments of quiet tenderness— there is still something between them that hasn’t ended. A storm arrives, dragging up all the feelings they buried. A silly blue penguin raincoat. A late-night phone call. And a truth both of them stubbornly refuse to say aloud: “I still like you.” A gentle, humorous, heart-achingly sweet urban romance about two people who once lost each other and slowly learn how to find their way back to each other’s hearts. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

Who is she in this life? A bride, a pawn… or just a substitute for someone who will never come? Rosy, a girl cast out by her own family, had her identity switched to be married into a noble household. A wedding with no invitations, no blessings only the cold binding from a man named Captian Anderson, the ruthless CEO behind the largest corporation holding the key to the entire banking and finance industry. Forced into marriage to save her family’s failing company, Rosy had no idea she was stepping into a maze of conspiracies, deceitful pasts, and chilling secrets no one had ever spoken of. She must live with a man rumored to be incapable of feeling, someone whose eyes reflect no emotion, yet always see through her as if he has known her for a very long time. Between love and control, trust and lies, Rosy has no choice but to stand up and reclaim herself, even when the love that begins to blossom may become the greatest threat of all. "To survive this velvet prison, she must learn how to make her captor love her to death." ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.

She was never meant to love. She only to guide souls home. An angel with no memory of her human life, she walks quietly among the living, drawn to beauty, kindness, and the fragile hearts of abandoned animals. Love was never part of her destiny until she met him. He is a painter with gentle hands and a heart too large for the world he lives in. He rescues what others leave behind, believing that as long as something is loved, it can still be saved. Their worlds were never meant to touch. Yet love found them anyway, soft, silent, and irreversible. As his life begins to fade, she breaks every rule heaven ever gave her, choosing to stay, to love, to grieve like a human. She learns too late that even angels cannot bargain with time. But some loves do not end with death. In heaven, where lost souls finally rest, they meet again, not as an angel and a dying man, but as two hearts that found each other through kindness, devotion, and a love that refused to disappear. Because when you love all living things deeply enough, love will always find its way back to you. (Do you still remember the COVID-19 tragedy? And yet, five years have already passed. It may sound as though it has nothing to do with my book, but strangely enough, this story was inspired by that very event, or more precisely, by one of the moments from those painful years that brought me to tears. At the time, I was only sixteen or seventeen, an age still too young to accomplish anything truly significant. By that, I mean writing a story good enough to convey what I wanted to convey, to hide metaphors where they belonged, while still remaining dramatic and creative. So please, don’t expect too much from this book, because it was written and completed during that period of my life. That winter, a working-class couple in Ho Chi Minh City, where the pandemic was at its most severe were forced to return to their hometown because they could no longer survive in the city. They traveled by motorbike, carrying all of their dogs and cats with them, refusing to leave any behind. I cried the moment I saw that image. Not long after, another incident occurred, one that filled me with anger. A couple broke up and in the aftermath, they cruelly ended the life of the cat they had raised together. Those two events were recreated in this story and became the opening incidents that set in motion the fateful bond between the male and female leads. I have thought many times about revising this book, but in the end, I chose not to. (I won’t say it was because I was lazy.) The truth is I wanted to preserve its essence, the thoughts, emotions, and rawness of my sixteen-year-old self, the most unpolished version of my writing. This will not be my best work. But it is the first book I ever completed. The first one that made me cry when I finished writing it. It carries my humanity, my soul, and the handwriting of who I was at sixteen. The story is gentle, there is no overwhelming drama, no explosive twists. But I hope, in its quiet way, it will find its way into your heart.)

It's my story how I met her and how I became her very first boyfriend (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Mary was a powerful ability user in the apocalypse, who was strong, sharp, and feared by zombies and humans alike. But one moment of betrayal cost her life, and when she opened her eyes again, she found herself in the past, inside the body of a chubby village girl with the same name. This new Mary wakes up married to Ryan, a quiet, responsible factory worker whose life her brother once saved. His family, however, sees her as nothing but a burden. They try to control her, starve her, and take advantage of her, but they quickly learn she isn’t someone they can push around. With her temper, her strength, and memories from the apocalypse, she flips tables, breaks furniture with one hand, and refuses to be bullied. Ryan soon brings her to the city, where neighbors treat her kindly, and she begins learning to cook, clean, and live a peaceful life. But in the back of her mind, she knows the apocalypse might come again… and she refuses to suffer through it twice. Now Mary must reshape her new life, protect her future, and maybe...develop a real family.

The world of Hentai is a Dangerous Place, Especially if Your Best Friend is a Hentai Protagonist and You Are a Trap (MC is a Heroine) (Male-To-Female)