"It's every wonder for themselves on the day of the twelves. It creeps to find its mouse in the walls of every house. Hush. Say the words, and you'll be thirds. Pleading hearts in beating chests taste best."

Orphaned at age six, pale and withdrawn Johnathan Drake (Nathaniel) must prove his worth as heir to a coveted family fortune he doesn’t even want. Throw in Simon Loveless (Lovelace), the anti-fan step-uncle; and Lemy Tolp (Ptolemy), the charming step-brother who outshines him in all departments and happens to own the one thing Nathan really wants (but doesn't know it yet): the heart of his number one antagonist at school, Bartholomew Hughes (Bartimaeus). Will he take all or lose all?

Meiru Sakurai was rejected by her first love six years ago, but is convinced that she now has what it takes to claim her happily ever after. She has yet to learn however, that happy endings are relative.

When a threat bigger than anything they've ever faced thus far rears its head, Yuichiro Hikari is haunted by the past and forced to exhume long-buried skeletons about his greatest secret. With the lives of his sons hanging in a balance, will he be able to save two where he was unable to save one before? (Prequel to “He Still Lives In the Cyber World”.)

It’s like I’m so sure for reasons I can’t remember… A story unintentionally written and unintentionally felt, endured in the company of unbearably bitter tea and sweet-smelling spring frost.

That other half that perfects you isn’t the one who lives up to your dreams, but the one who can stand up to your worst nightmares. (Literally.)

They say the only thing that can truly end a nation’s immortal life is when they forget and are forgotten. Unrequited love set in W-Academy Hetalia.

There is a story of a kissing booth with mysterious powers to bring destined lovers together, no matter where or who they were. They say that within its domelike shabby tent walls is a portal where all the red strings of fated lovers converge. You need only step inside, for whoever is tied to the other end of your fabled “red string of fate” to be pulled towards you.

“I have another son with my first wife… He had an accident when he was little and hasn’t been normal since…” Piccolo’s lips tightened into a thin line. “What exactly am I expected to do for him?” “Nothing much. He’s usually strapped in bed and sedated, so he just needs to be fed, changed, and bathed… We usually leave him to an expert from the institute, but they haven’t been able to do much for my son… Their ‘professional’ opinion was that it would be better to fr