harmless exit

For two millennia, the land has been ruled by mindless monsters. The hero has descended–and he is dead. Only one knows the truth. In a brutal world, a talentless child might not have the power to save humanity, but with a mind forged in calculation and madness, he may have just enough to avenge the brother he lost.

A dark comedy isekai for anyone who’s ever faked their way through life…and accidentally became holy. Jeremy Blake was a failed actor, a professional understudy, and a world-class bullshitter. Then he died. Now he’s trapped in the body of Lord Audric Solvane, disgraced noble, suspected heretic, and recently murdered fraud. Oh, and his own funeral is happening downstairs. Most people would panic. Jeremy improvises. With only a cracked mask, an empty manor, and a sarcastic AI voice named Glyph.. whos Gaslighting , gatekeeping, etc”…Jeremy does what he’s always done best: pretend to be someone he’s not. One fake miracle later, he’s canonized as a living saint. Now all he has to do is survive royal politics, forge divine relics using bath oils and wine bottles, avoid getting stabbed again by his gorgeous widow, and figure out why a cosmic production company may have cast him as a backup protagonist in someone else’s story. Because this world? It’s scripted. And Jeremy wasn’t supposed to get the part.

Alycia Firestone, once Claire Withmore, is a hardened operative with a brutal past. Recruited into a shadow agency...NOVA 6...her loyalty is built on secrecy and survival. But when Kyle, the criminal who once saved her life, resurfaces, Alycia is torn between protecting the agency's agenda or confronting the humanity she thought she buried.

In Shanghai, the wind at the Bund always carries the scent of money.

"So what now? You know how she feels Blake. She's in love with you, she's been for a while now" Sighing I ran my hand through my hair in frustration, "I know, trust me, I know". She walked away from me and leaned against the huge window peering into the night. "If you go you won't just break her heart. You will break her... forever". I shook my head, my hands tightening around the handle of the duffel bag full of clothes that I'd packed in a rush mere minutes ago. I looked up at her, "What do I do then?". She smirked but still didn't turn to fully face me "You do what you so best, only, this time you get to create your own exit strategy". "No, Siara!", I replied a little too harshly "she's not one of my assignments. I can't do that to her. I won't". Her head whipped around to face me and she narrowed her eyes "Then leave Blake!" she shouted, you're already packed so go. But don't forget the devastation you'll be leaving behind when you do". I closed my eyes tightly fighting against the raw emotions riling in my chest. Stirring and making a mess out of everything that has to make sense to me. "You know I'm right", Siara's voice echoed through the huge empty room "but what I don't understand is why you're running away from the only girl you've ever loved". My eyes opened slowly and I lowered myself unto one of the chairs. She was right. I hated that she was right. I sighed in defeated and looked over at Siara as she took a seat beside me. She gave me a small sympathetic smile. "So what now Siara?". She gave my hand a slight squeeze "Now we create one last exit strategy. What do you say? For old times sake?".

Seventeen-year-old Natsuo was living an ordinary life… until the night he woke up in a place that shouldn't exist. Surrounded by strangers and watched by a silent figure in a rabbit mask, he’s forced into a deadly game where every round brings new rules—and new ways to die. Trust is fragile. Fear spreads like poison. And the deeper the game goes, the harder it becomes to hold on to sanity. This isn’t a dream. Not a test. This is the Game Without Exit—and there’s only one rule: survive.

I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn. Gone Girl, Gone Dad holds his ground, doesn’t move. I’m about to bowl him over with my suitcase when he finally stands back, as if we’ve just been in some stupid standoff he’s choosing to let me win. He holds the door open for me. “See you, then,” he says. I hate him so much in that moment, my stomach heaves, tightens into a giant knot. The only thing saving me is the wide open door and the freedom beyond it. From Dad, from my memories. So why does it still hurt there is no hug goodbye from her daddy for Riley James? When Riley James loses the love of her life to leukemia, she doesn’t know if she can go on alone. But the lure of the New York theater scene, her only other passion, draws her into the world of acting and stardom. Making friends—and an enemy bound to see her fail—Riley struggles to come to terms with loss, new love and her past under the floodlights of the stage.

He logged in… just to escape reality. But this game wasn’t designed to be beaten. There were no quests. No clear rules. No “Exit” button. Only a quiet, beautiful world that felt… too real. Days passed. Or maybe weeks. Time didn’t work the same here. The more he explored, the more the world responded to him— like it was watching… learning. NPCs remembered things they shouldn’t. Paths changed when he wasn’t looking. And sometimes— the game spoke back. It wasn’t scary. Not at first. In fact, it felt peaceful. Like a place meant to heal something broken inside him. But slowly… that peace began to feel wrong. Because if this world was truly meant to help him— Then why couldn’t he leave? And why did it feel like… it didn’t want him to?

The Girl Who Wasn’t Supposed to Exist “If no one remembers her, did she ever exist at all?” Ren Arakawa was just another high school senior, drifting through life—until one day, he noticed the quiet girl sitting by the window. Her name is Aika. No one else in class sees her. She doesn’t show up in photos, mirrors, or even digital records. When he tries to ask about her, people look at him like he’s crazy. But Aika is real. She’s warm. Mysterious. Alive. And every moment Ren spends with her… the world forgets he ever existed. Now memories vanish. Time stutters. His own name begins to blur. Caught between love and erasure, Ren must choose: Will he let go of the girl no one else remembers? Or will he hold onto her… even if it means vanishing with her forever? A haunting, emotional journey through memory, identity, and a love that shouldn't exist—but refuses to be forgotten.

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?"