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Arsa, seorang santri pengidap 'Penyakit Mencuri', mulai mengalami kejadian aneh: ditarik ke alur waktu berbeda, terseret ke tempat-tempat asing, dan teman-temannya mulai menghilang secara misterius. Sekarang, ia harus mengungkap semua misteri ini sendirian sebelum waktu habis, dan semuanya terlambat.

akio woke up for work. he was in a delightful mood that day. but tragedy strikes when he finds akira with Thanatos illeness. an illness where someone wants to commit suicide.

It was my fault, I did this. The tears suddenly started streaming down my face as I looked at his back, he was trying to protect me and now he’s being chased. My chest swiftly felt a sharp pain and I was choking on my tears. At that moment, I loosened his grip on my wrist as I stood still. He turned in great shock and fright. “Day, what are you doing? No! Come on!” “It’s my fault, I’m sorry,” I stated looking at the sandy beach “Day- “He wanted to approach me but I held back “I’m sorry,” I said, with the last tear streaming down my cheeks. At that moment, I heard the sound of the gunshots and felt them this time. The sudden rush of emotions rose higher than normal as I heard him scream. The atmosphere was becoming dark, and the sand felt cold. I could hear him rushing towards me as he held my body in his arms. “Day, why did you do that?” He asked, searching my body. “We can’t run.” I said shakingly “There is nowhere he wouldn’t find us.” “There is.” He tried to assure me. “No, there isn’t.” I smiled as I touched his cheek, “Be happy... please...I love you.” At that moment, I heard a stern voice say, “Get up son, it’s time to go home.” He held me closer and I could feel his cheeks against mine, and there I could see the man who had been chasing us. “I told you, you will never leave with him.” As I looked into the eyes of that monster, barely holding my breath. I knew I was wrong to believe that he would let his son disobey his orders to kill me.

So there I was, my crew was in shambles, we’ve just been double crossed, and the FBI had us right where they wanted. All in all I can safely say this heist was a bust. Well… not just because we've been had, but because I died. Yeah 12 Gage does that to you. So then I met this ‘goddess’ and she was supposed to give me a fresh new start in another world. Turns out I was not the person she was looking for. But because of reasons, she still sent me to this strange new word, but not as a human no no. as a Rat! You heard me, a Rat! Oh...shit. psst Join the discord and get involved with our shenanigans ----> https://discord.gg/vgT6WqAqHZ Just a fair warning i'm an amateur when it comes to writing. But i love coming up with characters and plots so I've started writing for the public. You'll probably see some mistakes here and there but hope you enjoy it. I Don't plan on making you all pay for actual chapters but if you do like what i do and want to support me I got a Ko-fi ------> ko-fi.com/theoddfellow Cover art not mine credit goes to Dominic Barrios

Why so obsessed? A world where beauty equates to strengths. As ugliness equates to feebleness. A dying world filled with depravity. Where its counterparts? Follow the story of a couple dancing in the Requiem of Madness. ------------------ No harem No NTR Couple battle-orientation

What if they are real? Will it be weird to find out? There are times you feel so eager to know if something is real. Sometimes you go extra miles to get what you're looking for. And other days you'll find yourself doubting. Before you know it, you're confused. When you sit down to think it through, you finally realize that everything is just a myth... We all have different stages of beliefs and obsession, you could be obsessed with books, games, movies etc... But what happens when your obsession shift to another insane level? The female lead in this book is so obsessed with things which aren't even real, she goes extra miles to get what she wants even though she knew it was a dangerous move....

Her eyes winced in agony; somewhat, she felt so saddening. In a blink of an eye, it was like the demon was not alive. She was too fearful and ran to her grandma's hall about to whack the door. Alyssa felt the claws of the demons rip into the flesh of her head. It was like she got drained of all the dignity she had left, all the energy and enthusiasm she possessed. Her soul gets yanked out of her body. She sensed what death is. Finally, in her sleep, her thoughts were way too deep. Her mind went out on a stroll, Accidentally falling down a demon hole.

SOMNIPHOBIA is a collection of short stories mostly based around the fear of sleeping.

Sober Hearts is about the tumultuous life of Selina Lucia Anderson, a dancing prodigy with a dark penchant for alcohol, using booze as a clutch to escape the haunting memories of her past. Selina's story began in the seclusion of her room, where her dance of solitude often accompanied by the indulgence of alcohol. A ritual to dull her pain and erase her memories. Until one day, Ally Ludwick , her best friend decided to persuade her to replace the solitude of her room to a pulsating lights of the club to celebrate New Year's Eve. It was there that her struggle deepens and spiral out of control. In the wake of her downfall, Selina encountered Albert Hawke, a figure who emerged as a beacon of hope amidst her chaotic and despair life. Albert witnessed the depth of Selina's enigmatic performance in the club overshadowed by her addiction, commits himself as his personal project to make sure she recovers from her addiction. He secretly vowed to help Selina to overcome her dependency of alcohol and reclaim her life once more.

I wrote a book once. It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones. It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners. Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill. Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff. I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth. And then something moved behind me. Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail. My tail? Yellow and black stripes and very, very real. I touched it. Completely real. My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail. What was going on? At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became. This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either. And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp. I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya. Sounds fun, right? Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore. This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality. Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author. But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive. I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, because I smell... Pleasant. What's that all about?