Myrtle has decided that she's actually a very good cook. In fact, she feels she's such a good cook that she elects to hone her skills at a cooking school. She persuades her reluctant friend Miles to join her, convinced they both could use some inspiration in the kitchen. This cooking school enrolls one rather loudmouth student who quickly makes everyone fed-up. This unfortunate student, fond of telling tales out of school, learns that one man's meat is another man's poison. Myrtle and Miles must use class act detecting skills to learn who's been schooled in murder before someone else's goose gets cooked.

Takeru Ishida, a reserved high school sophomore, discovers that the bento his grandmother packs for him draws spirits with unresolved regrets. At first it's a daily inconvenience-ghosts showing up mid-lunch begging for help. But when his grandmother falls into a mysterious coma, Rin-a sardonic ghost girl tethered to the house-reveals the truth: Takeru has unknowingly inherited the bloodline of a culinary spirit medium, and his only way to save his grandmother is to resolve the regrets of 108 spirits attracted by her final sacred recipes... before a rival exorcist decides to "cleanse" them by force.

This's year, Santa brings you a special gift: Tevun Krus #139 is the last issue of 2025, and it's packed with MythPunk stories and other goodies by your favourite authors and crew of the mothership. Let's celebrate - Ooorah!

• BOOK 1 OF THE ESZTAR SERIES • Reaching upstairs, he hurled me inside his room and closed the door harshly. I stood there shaking with fear. He looked scary. Extremely scary. He tilted his head, forming an evil grin on his face. I couldn't move. I stayed riveted to my spot silently begging him for mercy. Everything went wrong tonight. He was going to take out all the aggression on me. He always did that. To make it worse, no one was there in the house to save me. I opened my mouth to speak but was roughly slammed against the wall in a heartbeat. It happened in less than a second. My chest was pressed against his and my hands were pinned above with his one hand clasping both of my wrists while the other hand snaked around my waist, holding me in place. "What are you doing?" I let out an incredulous whisper. "Showing you the right way to dominate." And with that, he smashed his lips over mine. ~~~ Life is perfect. Until it all goes downhill. For Vittoria, it was when four insanely hot mafias kidnapped her. Vittoria Andress, a normal girl finds herself thrown into the world of mafias. Now left all alone, without her brother, her only family, she has one big task- survive. And it was anything but easy, especially with the obsessive mafia boss having hots for her. Will the merciless turn of events crush her beneath it's weight or will she rise from there ashes? WARNING : Strong language, graphic violence, abuse. May act as a trigger. #1 IN MAFIABOSS #1 IN DARK ROMANCE #1 IN HATELOVE #1 IN CRIME #1 IN SASSY #1 IN CONSORTIUM #2 IN HOT #5 IN KIDNAP #7 IN OBSESSION

From Ooorah, with love - enjoy our gift of brand new stories, a poem and art especially made for our lovely readers!

Paranormal elements like telepathy, telekinesis, teleportation and similar concepts have been part of Sci Fi magazines since the humble beginnings almost a century ago. So this October, the crew of the mothership explores the paranormal dimension of science fiction! Prepare for a blast!

A short story written for The Fall Prompt Contest hosted by: @BooksbyLwordpress Prompt: A brisk autumn day in a coffee shop. 🏅Fall Favorite Award 2026 Charles has a huge problem that nobody but him is aware of. As the issue looms over him, is it possible that the quaint, familiar vibes of the local coffee shop and its unknowing patrons can help? ☕ Sometimes magic hides in the most familiar places. 1591 words

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