Every morning, Serenity shows up to the office before anyone else - including Ezra Langford, her infamously cold, calculating, and annoyingly attractive boss. She brings him coffee, not because he asks, but because she wants to - always with a handwritten quote on the cup, something cheesy, optimistic, and completely not his style. Or so she thinks. Because while Ezra never says thank you, never even cracks a smile... he's kept every single cup lid with her notes. Hidden in the bottom drawer of his desk, they're the only bright spot in his otherwise grayscale life. But when Serenity's warmth starts to get under his skin - and into his heart - he'll have to decide if he's brave enough to step out of hiding and tell her the truth: She's not just his coffee girl. She's the only reason he still believes in good things. »»-------¤-------«« "So, uh... any regrets on the merger yet?" "Only that Chase ordered shrimp from that place on 8th again." I laugh, too hard and too quickly. "You didn't like it?" "It tastes like regret." I grin. "That's what he said about your budgeting spreadsheet." Ezra's mouth twitches. Not a smile, not really. But close. I should say something professional. Something normal. Instead- "Do you really read them?" I ask softly. He looks up. "The quotes," I clarify, nervous now. "Do you actually read them, or... just collect them?" His eyes hold mine. There's no teasing in them. No cold, hard CEO mask. "I read them," he says. »»-------¤-------«« Word Count: 26, 074

A 21st century covert ops agent, Cybelline found herself transported to a medieval world of magic and war without a clue of how she got there. Fine, she'll consider this as early, early retirement and try to have a quiet, peaceful life. Maybe she would buy a farm and raise some ducks. She didn't plan to have royalty fall over her doorstep and demand marriage for "taking his innocence". Granted, she tripped him first, but he deserved it. If her idyllic life had been undisturbed, she could even ignore the war between humans, the Fae, and the Folk. If they had left her alone, perhaps she would have never discovered power so potent that it could destroy the world. Perhaps she would have never become the most feared person in the realm.

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Most people mistake Skylar Kennedy as a girl. Maybe because he has long hair, short, his voice sounds girly and his curves are more noticeable. It's because his mom wanted a girl, not a boy. His mom never let him have short hair and dresses him up as a girl. His dad is another story. His dad makes a living of killing people. He is one of the best assassins in the country. Skylar's mom doesn't know about this and his dad is secretly training him. Skylar is following the path of becoming one and has his walls up very high, until someone and some people slowly breaks those down WARNING: This book contains some dark and/or triggering subjects: physical/mental abuse, sexual assault and violence. Hope you like it! (By the way, it has been more than a year that I wrote this and I finally know the difference between a hitman and an assassin. So that means that there are things that don't make sense)

I just remember my memories of my past life?! But it was too lateee, I was exiled by that heroine(bitch) along with her harem. Well fuck that.I'M FREEE!!! Watch my adventure with my name known in this vast land as 'The Conqueror' Super cool right?!

What do you do when a tall, unreasonably attractive alien crash lands in front of you? You shoot him of course. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── It's been years since a nuclear war decimated the Earth, killing about 90% of the world's population. The ones that survived now live in the ruin of nuclear wastelands with their numbers slowly dwindling due to starvation, radiation, and even murder by a gang called The Deviants. Blake West is one of the survivors - sassy, brave, and brutally sarcastic, she takes crap from no one. With her father's past as a cop, she knows her way around a pistol and has managed to survive by following a few simple rules. Rule One: Trust no one Rule Two: Never go anywhere unarmed Rule Three: ALWAYS shoot first Simple right?

Tom gets home to find a demon sitting in the middle of his living room, crying incoherently while petting his cat. It's only after a long and very confusing assessment as well as noticing the bandages around their jaw that he realizes the demon just had some of their teeth removed and has somehow transported itself to your home in their very loopy state. Somehow he ends up replacing his cat and is now being pet by the demon. In an effort to escape Tom sings a lullaby, unfortunately, this backfires and now the demon wants to keep Tom as a pet.