Solati follows a world shaped by power, legacy, and quiet, dangerous desire. At its center is Lorenzo, a man bound by bloodline expectations and the heavy machinery of legacy, where every choice ripples through generations. His path collides with Marco, whose presence challenges not just Lorenzo's duty, but the very structure of the world they inhabit. What begins as tension unfolds into something deeper and more volatile-love entangled with obligation, identity pressed against tradition, and the looming question of what must be sacrificed to preserve a lineage. Beneath it all lies a hidden system-one capable of bending nature itself-to ensure survival, no matter the moral cost. Solati explores the fragile boundary between power and vulnerability, where even the strongest empires can be undone by the simplest human truth: the need to choose who we are, and who we dare to love. © 2026. All Rights Reserved. Disclaimer: This summary is provided for informational and creative purposes only. All characters, events, and elements referenced belong to their respective creator(s). Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or adaptation of this material without permission is prohibited.

As the floodgates close and the foundations of the world crumble, only one thing is certain: Life is never unjust; it is fate. TROPES: Found Family: A lethal protector, a soft-hearted healer, and the child who chose them both. Dystopian/Cyberpunk Aesthetic: Neon lights against damp concrete, forgotten tech, and a city divided by height and class. Slow Burn Romance: High stakes, protective "touch him and you die" energy, and deep emotional healing. Gritty World-Building: A subterranean civilization built within the guts of a city. Copyright © 2026 by red_ashcroft. All Rights Reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, businesses, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without prior written permission from the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or commentary.

Two men. One bridge. A second chance at life. Arkin had everything but a reason to live. Francis had nothing left to lose. When they met on the ledge, Arkin saved Francis from the fall, but Francis saved Arkin from the dark. Sinalo is a story of trauma, redemption, and finding home in the most unexpected place. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Content Warning: This story contains mature themes that may be sensitive for some readers. It includes depictions of trauma recovery, physical and psychological abuse, suicidal ideation, strong language, and violence. Please read with care. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Copyright / All Rights Reserved Title: Like a Bridge (or your finalized Tagalog title) Author: Red Aschroft Copyright © 2026 by Red Aschroft. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Stealing or plagiarizing this work is a direct violation of copyright laws.

When a breathtakingly handsome celestial being literally crashes on top of you, 'normal' is officially off the table. Gabriel is an overworked freelancer surviving on tight deadlines and zero sleep. Lucien is an entity of pure light who surrendered his eternal existence just to feel something. Now stuck in a human body, Lucien has to navigate a chaotic new world of fried chicken, psychic overloads, and a terrifyingly authoritative seven-year-old sidekick. Gabriel just wanted to translate his manga in peace. Instead, he might just end up teaching a fallen divine the mundane. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Trademark Notice And Then Came Angelo...™, the Title logo, and all related characters and elements are trademarks of red_ascroft. Jacobson Dongon. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Everyone knows Elias. He's the guy with the perfect stats, the perfect smile, and the perfect life. He's the Prince of the graveyard shift. And then there's me, Felix. I'm the background character. The NPC. The guy you borrow a pen from and forget five minutes later. But one night changes everything. When the Prince shows up at my door-bruised, broken, and smelling of fear-I realize that the perfect agent is just a boy looking for a home. Now, my quiet life is filled with noise, very nosy mom, burnt rice, and a love that feels terrifyingly real. Forget the metrics. The only thing that matters now in my life is him. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Trademark Notice I Fell In Love with the Hero of Row 4™, the Title logo, and all related characters and elements are trademarks of red_ascroft.Jacobson Dongon. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

To my love Ren, I'm sorry... Ren is the "Nation's Muse"-a manufactured masterpiece of the entertainment industry. Every smile is scripted, every tear is a PR move, and every breath belongs to the Agency. Jun is the "Ghost"-the silent writer and handler who writes the lies the world believes. He was trained to keep Ren in a cage of gold, to be the shadow that ensures the star never stops shining. But when the lights go out and the Agency turns predatory, the ghost and the star vanish. In the narrow, rain-slicked alleys, the roles they spent years playing begin to shatter. Amidst the smell of burnt garlic and the sound of OPM ballads drifting from open windows, they find a truth that wasn't in the script. But ghosts aren't meant to be seen, and stars aren't meant to fall. To give Ren a future, Jun may have to write an ending that neither of them is ready for. Copyright © 2026 by red_ashcroft/Jacobson Dongon All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. Trademark Notice My Ghost, My Star™, the Title logo, and all related characters and elements are trademarks of red_ascroft.Jacobson Dongon. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.