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[18+, nsfw, mature content, sensitive content] *Finally finished! the side story for Zion/Suga is still going. Thanks for the support~* "From the tips of his hair to his lips and eyes—everything about him is red. His entire being screams 'walking red flag.' And yet, he treats me differently... or is it just my imagination?" After the death of his parents in a car accident, Akagi Suga sold his parents' house and moved to unknown apartment in Shinjuku. He raised his younger brother alone, their life didn't go smoothly but at least as long as Suga lived with his younger brother, their life was always pleasant. Until finally people from IHPS (International Human Protection Squad) approached him, making Akagi Suga remember again that his father was a former instructor of that 'neutral' special forces. He didn't want to get involved with people from an organization created by elites under the guise of ‘military’, an organization filled with crazy people, but when Nakajima Yuki, his childhood friend asked Suga to join IHPS, at first Suga refused, however— "It wasn't an accident, both your parents were killed." He already had this suspicion for a long time. 'Will going to IHPS make it easier for me to find out which organization killed my parents?' And why did a madman named Zion Hughes always make it difficult for him to find out about the organization? — (additional: mpreg focused chapters in vol. 2 after Egotistic/sides)

(second couple from Egotistic) Nathaniel didn’t particularly have a will to live. It wasn’t that he wished to die either, nor that he clung to life. Rather, he simply didn’t know— because it was something he had never really thought about. His life had always been overshadowed by someone he’d known since childhood— an alpha prime with red eyes whose actions spoke as though he despised him. He claimed it wasn’t hate, but everything he did was the kind of thing no one could possibly do unless they loathed you. Never once did he do anything Nathaniel could consider kind. Logan constantly reminded him that he didn't belong, that no one could ever stand to be with him, and because Nathaniel was dirty, only he could ever tolerate him. He’d do things that left Nathaniel in tears, only to show up later with a remedy for those very tears. Love, he said? Don’t be absurd. Every memory Nathaniel had of his childhood with him was soaked in misery. But then— could it have all been a misunderstanding? Even so, forgiveness was still too far out of reach. No sane person shows love that way. And yet, Nathaniel couldn’t deny the shameful truth— maybe all those tangled feelings were just uncharted emotions he never allowed himself to explore.

(my fuel is readers support, please support me in this journey for wsa 2025) Silas knew that being born as an omega meant his life wouldn't have many choices—unless you came from a privileged family, where your trait didn't matter and you could live comfortably. When a baron adopted him, Silas saw a glimmer of hope and vowed to repay the man he called father. However, though it was better than life in the orphanage, Silas knew he would never truly belong to the family. He was groomed to obey, and his adoptive father planned to use him to expand connections with noble families. As he grew older, his father repeatedly offered him in marriage to the son of a grand duke, an alpha, only to be rejected every single time. Eventually, just before the grand duke's son left for military service, his father received an answer: the grand duke's son agreed to the connection—but only on the condition that Silas would be a consort. It wasn't uncommon for alphas to have multiple consorts, though it wasn't what Silas desired. Still, as an omega, this was the only way he could repay the baron's kindness. * Silas remembered what Alric was like back when they were at the academy. Cold, quiet, and someone who despised omegas. He knew what kind of fate awaited him and gave up on the kind of love he often read about in books. After all, real life wasn't the same as the fantasies penned by writers. Instead, Silas decided to prepare himself for decorating the "cage" he would live in—a life filled with the constant refrain of "at least, at least, at least." He would get used to it. He had to. But something felt different. Why was Alric treating him so differently now compared to the way he had back in school? Alric's eyes were filled with a tenderness and sorrow that Silas couldn't understand. It was the kind of look that made Silas want to hold him close. — (Read the info for more additions)

"I know where your little sister is. She's still alive." "What are you trying to get from me, to admit something unbelievable? Selena is dead! I witnessed her death with my own eyes!" ... Hoping to believe the man's words, even though they sounded like nonsense, something that tugged on his vulnerability, Sorn agreed to join the nameless independent survival group led by a strange man. Ralf, a mysterious man immune to the zombie virus, someone with unique abilities that sometimes made Sorn think he was not human. The more he interacted with the man, the more confusing things became for Sorn. He was reluctant to admit that being friends with him wasn't entirely unpleasant. Eventually, when Ralf revealed his past, Sorn became more convinced that meeting his sister was a goal worth pursuing. Even so, he couldn't truly believe that his sister was still alive, as Ralf claimed. The memory of watching her get eaten by a horde of zombies was still fresh in his mind. "I promise I'll bring your sister back. Before your birthday comes, you'll see her right in front of you. Will you trust me?" Sorn's chest felt warm and oddly fluttery, he simply nodded, trusting the man in silence—though it was very difficult to say so verbally. — (are you tired with red flag top? then read this if you like actions, slaying zombie, and green flag top!)

Thank you for the support! Kindly check my other work ‘EGOTISTIC’ [18+, mature content] ‘No one can predict where life will take you or which direction your boat will sail. Despite the carefully crafted plans for a smooth journey, you'll never know what might happen along the way’ Ezra, a young man who decided to end his life due to depression and long unhealed trauma, suddenly woke up back in a familiar place, he opened his eyes wide, having a hard time processing what had just happened. He was dead, 100% sure, so why he woke up again to his life in two years ago? Anxiety and doubt mixed together to create fear within his chest, not to mention that there were so many things that were constantly changing, some things that were happening were so different from his previous life. Especially with his childhood friend— Raphael. He realized the hungry eyes the man was giving him, he had never paid much attention to it in his previous life but now—the way Raphael was looking at him with greed and adoration—Things were getting more and more complicated. "Which one is the truth?" Should Ezra take this chance to fix his past? Or should he remain drowned in guilt over his trauma? [Note : I wont give a warning for the 18+ scene, I will give a warning for a sensitive content]

(18+, slow burn, nsfw, trigger warning) ‘It's my sin.’ ‘It's not my sin.’ The constant words in his head made Lucian bang his head against the wall, trying to make the sound disappear. However, when he looked down, he saw red on his hand. — Lucian was the son of Earl Jake Gifford, his father was caught being involved in a corruption and murder case. However, no one knew that Lucian was also involved in that sin, which he never wanted to commit. He always denied the thought, 'It's not my sin.' muttering it over and over like a broken record. Fate seemed to spit in his face when he met an alpha male, Marquess Gerald Warrick, the son of the person Jake Gifford had killed. What will happen after this? Can Lucian get a happy ending to his life which always leads to a bad ending? Since he was little, he wanted a happy ending just like the favorite book he often read. Does he still have a chance? Lucian thought, he didn't deserve that— at all.

cw : omegaverse, nsfw, adult ‘If your father is cruel I will save you when I become an adult.' He said, puffing out his chest. ‘When I grow up I will be stronger than you as a wolf.’ He added and they both laughed. He smiled ‘I will wait for you, may I know your name?’ ‘I am the strongest and scariest wolf in this forest, Adam Reyns!’ ‘Adam,' He quietly mumbled his name. The two of them linked their pinkies, an innocent covenant of the two little boys.