AfterCloudiaSan

Hirotaka decides to visit his busy girlfriend in the midst of yet another one of his racy books. But between an improvised photo shoot, what could happen?

AfterCloudiaSan

Hirotaka and Narumi have been friends since high school and after so long, fate brought them together again, now in a somewhat different relationship. However, could Narumi now be realizing her feelings for her best friend?

Maldoror

Nifuji sighed, adjusting his glasses perfectly on his nose, trying to understand what had just happened. “ Narumi grabbed Kabakura-san, like a Beheeyem, and went emb…” — Two more people, please! - The employee dressed as a witch quickly motioned with her hand for the line to move. “Oh. Maybe I better wait for Narumi on the way out.” Nifuji just accepted his condition and was turning to leave the line until, suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder. — Hey, young man. My partner has just been kidnapped so if you want to go with me at least it won't be a waste. - When Koyanagi appeared, things started to make more sense.

Rafael CarnielliNuovo Autore

There is a kind of silence that weighs more than any war cry. It is the silence of the gap between the oaks across the frozen ground, the steam of a soup shared only with longing and the constant fear of waiting for someone who may never return. In Patavium, Aemilia became the lady of a home haunted by uncertainty. Torn between the relentless responsibility of governing the land and the intimate torment of not knowing her husband's fate, she refuses to succumb to despair. To protect the property and those who depend on it, Aemilia will have to find strength where only solitude remains, proving that dignity and love can be shields as sturdy as iron.

AnonimamenteNuovo Autore

Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again. Helena is in no hurry, nor is she afraid, and she does not let herself be swayed by pretty words. But every rose has its thorn. When two such different presences cross her path, she will discover that it is not possible to keep everything under control at all times. One calms, the other sets ablaze. One is shelter, the other is storm. For even the gentlest calm holds a flame, and within the storm itself there is already a harbinger of tranquility - each heart carries within itself both the flame and the breeze that can extinguish it. Be careful not to lose yourself. The labyrinth is yours, and only you will find the way out.

Paula

In a city devastated by war, we follow the journey of two survivors who have learned, each in their own way, to live with violence, loss, and loneliness. He does not know that he saved her life. She knows only that he is more dangerous than the killers who threatened her. Neither of them seeks company. Nor do they believe that there is still room for kindness in a world where surviving demands so much. But a dead boy and an almost insignificant act of kindness end up intertwining their fates. Between small acts of care, silences, and difficult choices, two strangers discover that surviving the war may not be as difficult as learning to live after everything they have lost.