sighs of relief

When you think your life is over, there will always be something or someone there to give you a second chance. Honestly, I thought that was a load of bullshit. Turns out, it's not! And now I, Jung Haechan, will start getting paid as the comedic relief in some survival show. Just. Great.

This would be a collection of interconnected short stories focusing on a group of friends. Imagine:Line, who dreams of being a famous artist but can only draw straight lines.Curve, who's obsessed with adding unnecessary detail to everything, much to the annoyance of her friends.Angle, who's always trying to find the most efficient (and often ridiculous) way to do things.They face relatable problems but with a stick figure twist: trying to find a job in a world with limited career options, dealing with the existential dread of being two-dimensional, or navigating the awkwardness of stick figure dating. The humor would come from the simplicity of their design contrasting with complex emotions and situations.

In a lavishly decorated bathroom a boy at the age of 18 is looking himself at the mirror. The boy stared long and hard at the mirror. Until he gave up and acknowledged it. He is in a novel and not just any novel. It's in a freaking dark,tragic and gory novel. What's more I am a character who physically can't display emotions. And to answer the previous question....... Yes it is hard being a comic relief.

R-18 Li Hai never expected the world to end. Neither did he expect the appearance of a mysterious system that claimed to help him "fly into the sky, get girls, and rule the world." But whatever. Gotta do what you've gotta do.

Well I’m just gonna say that this is a combined effort with me and somebody else. However, I am terrible at writing so I do need some criticism on this since this is my first time doing something like this. Now on the synopsis it starts off with a man named Hata who starts living in different “plots” that lead to some interesting stories in each different world. So you just gotta see how much he keeps his sanity at the end of it. Also yes this is a harem but that’s just because only 1 woman wouldn’t be able to help with the amount of abuse that’s about to happen to this man. But it will just be the 3 that are in the auxiliary chapter and those are their names as well just to let you guys know.

just a test... not for reading

In a land besieged by darkness, a young child becomes the target of relentless knights, sent to capture him for reasons unknown. As he flees into the forest, the boy finds himself on the brink of death, only to stumble upon an ancient, mystical tree and a hidden book imbued with extraordinary power awakening forces he doesn’t understand.

Paul is an archaeology student from Greece who finds himself in a different world after waking up from a drunken sleep now he tries to find the reason why he is in this world and to find a place where he can call home but things don't always go as planned because things are not as they seem in this world, as things go complicated he tries to solve all his problems and uncover secrets of this world using the new sigli powers he acquires.

You won’t feel it coming. Not until the pressure drops. A scream. A kiss. A name said like it’s the last time. That’s when it begins—the storm. It hums beneath the skin. Cracks the air. Then you see them—threads hanging like lightning, silver when it's soft, red when it's too late. They bind. They bruise. They twist around your throat when you love too much. They snap like tendons when you lie too well. I didn’t ask to see them. But storms don’t ask for permission. And the first thread I ever saw? Was the one that never wrapped around me. His.

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?"