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In a chaotic city restaurant where tempers boil as fast as the soup, two workers become locked in a daily battle of wills — a fiery young server trying to prove herself and a jaded dishwasher who’s seen it all. Their workplace rivalry turns every shift into a test of patience, pride, and survival. But when management finally takes notice and one of them is forced to face the consequences, what seemed like a petty feud becomes a powerful lesson in accountability, growth, and letting go. Told with sharp humor and emotional depth, Count Your Teeth with Your Tongue is a gritty, character-driven workplace drama about knowing when to fight, when to lead, and when to walk away. Everyone has a breaking point. What happens when you reach yours?

"When the Shan Hai Jing stops being a bedtime story and starts being the truth, something ancient and hungry wakes up in the dark under our feet. It’s got teeth from a time before God had a name, and it’s coming for us. Humankind won't be a civilization anymore; we’ll just be meat on the table." 山海经 不再是传说... 古牙 从地脉苏醒，吞噬人间！ Gruesome slaughters broke out all at once across the globe, a supernatural bloodbath with no earthly explanation. A shadowy outfit that’s been operating since the Song Dynasty finally dug up the truth—and it was a nightmare. Those things aren't bedtime stories anymore; they’re the 'beasts' from the Shan Hai Jing. They’re real, they’re awake, and they’re coming for us. It isn’t just about the hunger for human meat, either. They’re looking to wipe us off the map entirely. Or maybe—just maybe—it’s our own fault. Maybe we’ve spent so many centuries stacking up our own filth that it became a long-distance call to the dark. An invitation they couldn't refuse.

This is a collaboration of all things that circulate inside of my twisted mind. Warning its explicit and dark, enjoy!

Follow the story of Ricardo Casanova, a young womanizer and opportunist who had a major turnaround in his life.

From a young age, Dianthe knew her destiny: she would marry Peter, her kind but weak childhood friend, and follow the orders and expectations their elders had set for their packs and territories in their sleepy Colorado town. The dynamics of Dianthe's pack life and everything she knows are completely flipped when she accidentally imprints on a human boy. Questioning her existence, destiny, and everything she has ever experienced could even cause her to lose herself in the process. What is the price of true love?

A tale of outcasts! Captain Kota Korrow and his band of misfits have been struggling to survive for years with their community on a distant island then things take a turn for the worse when Korrow and his crew unleash an ancient evil.

There are a lot of stories about first loves, friendships that last a lifetime, and adventures that become epic poems with intricate trues. Yet this story is about losing it all. The inevitable path is always the most painful to bear and twists the heart's intentions. In the land of Helio, creatures ruled the sky and ground. Magic was not a weapon of war, but a blessing of the beyond world, so old races lived at peace with other. Until the Eighth Capitals were founded, Arkin, an orphan, would bear witness to this world's wonders and tragedies; his story starts at an old fountain offering his hand to a lost dragon.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.