My name is Calla Lind. For 20 years, I have lived within the shadow of my beautiful older sister - chasing and holding onto an illusion of love. A love that will never belong to me... Now with this second chance of life, I won't chase after illusion. I won't rely on someone else for happiness. I will do what I want, enjoy what I do, and learn to let go. 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".

I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... 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".

If dish soap, rutabagas, and firecrackers aren't an essential part of your zombie apocalypse kit, you better grab them now! Season 1 of The Virus Within (SERIES IS COMPLETED!) * * * * * * * Trinity fights against the bloodthirsty influences of the zombie virus as she searches for her sister, hoping to find her still alive among the scattered survivors. But even if Trinity manages to find her, how will Jess react when she discovers Trinity is a zombie? When a group of survivors gets stranded by a vehicle malfunction, Trinity decides to guide them to safety. Rediscovering her sense of humor was the last thing she ever expected, but it just might be her best defense in keeping her humanity, especially on a zombie-infested road trip with more bad luck than potholes. But time is running out as the third wave of the deadly outbreak rapidly spreads. Trinity must decide if she can trust a backwater scientist who thinks she can help her new friends, all while combating the effects of the virus that threatens to steal what's left of her humanity. Cover designed by Marie Tilmant

Basic Synopsis: Maki Tanaka is lazy. Really, that's it. Real Synopsis: Maki Tanaka had died after being pushed in front of the speeding truck. Without even a rest in between, he found himself transmigrated to the most innovated Otome Game of the Year called 'The Noblest of Love'. Honestly, Tanaka couldn't care less about being inside of an otome game. He couldn't care less about all the capture targets, the so-called villain, the heroine, and even less about the fact that he's supposed to be some cannon fodder for his brother, Edward, who is one of the capture targets, to step on. He just wanted to sleep dammit. After angering his father (therefore pissing off the rest of his family) with his listlessness, he was banished to Wisteria Estate on the other side of the capital separated from the main household. Which is awesome for Tanaka because he doesn't have to listen to his so-called 'family' prattle on and on about his uselessness. Even so, it seemed there are some things that he couldn't avoid... The villain for example. Tanaka: I'm sleepy... Villain: Then let me hold you in my arms while you sleep~ Tanaka: I'm hungry... Villain: Then I'll feed you~ Tanaka: I'm tired... Villain: A bath might help you relax. Just turn around and let me wash your back~ Tanaka: I'm sore... Villain: I can massage your body~ Tanaka: ...But it's your fault that I'm sore... (AN: The MC starts off as a child, so any romantic development would be in later chapters. Some innocent tofu-touching will happen early on though~)

Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. 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".

The Main Synopsis: Zhang Jian is an ordinary army soldier with a plain, but masculine face, a pair of sharp eyes that often get him into trouble than not, and a skill set that any other ordinary military man would have. He doesn't have his own convenient dimensional space, or some kind of powerful special-ability, or even a golden thigh to hug to help him survive the apocalypse, but he had already lived through twenty years on his own using only his own strengths and wits. Surely, things would be better for him the second time around, right? The Actual Synopsis (that this Author wanted to write): If there is anything that Zhang Jian has learned during his years living in the apocalypse, it's that beautiful people are troublesome. Whenever a pretty face would show up in public, people would argue, blood would be spilled, and Zhang Jian's good opinion in humanity would be nonexistent. There was also the fact that beautiful people are often granted abilities to help them live through the apocalypse. Therefore, Zhang Jian really didn't want to involve himself with these type of frightening and terrifying people (he's not good with regular people in the first place) and yet... why are all these good-looking people trying to crowd around him?! The 'daughter of a politician' pretty little sister: "Jian'ge~" Zhang Jian, who saved her and took her in: "....." The beautiful, playboy young master: "Jian'ge, don't go off anywhere without us." Zhang Jian, who also saved him out of a coincidence: "......." The handsome but persistent military general: "Xiao Jian, don't leave my sight." Zhang Jian, who only saved him out of convenience: ".........." The old popular, good-looking high-school friend: "Jian'er, stay with me." Zhang Jian, being crowded by these good-looking people: "..... It's suffocating...." Reading Guide: Technically Harem but eventually 1v1, fast-paced, bl, adorable MC, slow MC, most-likely shameless gong

Missy's life had never been an easy one. Between getting abused at home and being bullied at school, she can never catch a break, and to make matters even worse, her parents sell her to people in white coats. As she was being taken away, darkness descends upon her, and when she wakes up, she's no longer what she used to be. This story is based on the story Upon Wings of Change by Chrystal Scherer. This was not my original idea, only a spin off of the story.