After being kidnapped and thrown into a VRMMORPG, 17-year-old Suzuki Mato must find the line between his real and in-game personalities before it kills him. ***** Following the death of his popular online persona, seventeen-year-old Suzuki Mato decides it's time to retire from professional VR gaming. However, his plans are abruptly cut short when he's kidnapped from his high school and forced to be a guinea pig for Genaco Gaming, the world's largest esports and entertainment company. Armed with nothing but his wit and a new online persona, he's thrown headfirst into the virtual reality of "Live No Evil," a VRMMORPG littered with overpowered bosses, secretive NPCs, and backstabbing gods. His mission? Find a way to conquer this new world and get back at the company that took over his life, all while avoiding 'Parallel' -- a condition that would make it impossible to separate his real and virtual personalities. Because in a world obsessed with VR gaming, Parallel means death, and Suzuki just doesn't have time for that... [Parallel Vol. 1 & Vol. 2 out now, Vol. 3 coming soon] Content/Trigger Warning: some transphobic language

True accounts from a junior doctor. From bargaining with a child using stickers in exchange for a blood draw to complex, sickly elderly patients to dark medical humour between healthcare professionals, being a doctor is a rollercoaster of a calling that brings joy, accomplishment, tears, and burnout. Every second is worth it... even if it doesn't always seem that way. Content warning for gore and death. Formerly "The Doctor Diaries"

" People say I'm nice, but they're scared of me. "-Willa Vanity Alejo Willa Vanity Alejo is not the typical girl you could mess with. She always does the opposite things that people her age do. She's not weird in people's eyes but she's also not normal according to them. What can she do? She believed that she's special so she became one. She believed that whatever she thinks she is would be really her. She doesn't need a crown to be praised and appreciated. She doesn't need it to prove herself. But everything she thought she was was ravage when someone confounded the hell out of her. Am I really a man-hater? Do I really love to dress like this? Hindi ko ba talaga kailangan ng tao sa buhay ko? And lastly... Hindi ko ba talaga siya gusto? Because really, if this is love, I'd kill everyone who gave me those wrong ideas that I should hate him. -- Started: October 26, 2019 Finished: Copyright © 2019, Janineffable, All Rights Reserved.

She didn't ask for money or wealth or even a well known position! She asked for a family who cares for her, appreciates her hard work and loves her. He didn't ask for anything except revenge from his past and he didn't find anyone to act the role except her. When both of them meet, many souls stumble over their way and turn their lives upside down. Will the fate be in their side? Will it be a good influence on her life? Will he be able to complete his revenge? Let's see in "Desperate Soul" ~That book doesn't praise Islam. It just has Muslim characters. All of us aren't perfect and I admit that we all have flaws. No Haram Police! If you have constructive criticism, let me know and I do appreciate that.❤

WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION Griffin Tomlin is dead. And Clara's sister killed him . . . Four months after the murder, the entire town of Shiloh is still in shock. For Clara Porterfield, the normal world has crumbled around her in a million chaotic pieces. Now Clara lives in a new reality, where her sister awaits trial for murder, her mother obsessively digs in a dead, frozen garden, and her father lives and breathes denial. At school, Clara is haunted by her classmates' morbid curiosity-and all of the unspoken questions they won't ask. But none of them knows what she knows . . . Now Clara's sister wants something from her-the one thing in all of this that Clara isn't ready to face: the truth about what really happened that night. Because this story didn't die with Griffin Tomlin. There's another story that needs to be told. And sometimes, the lies we're told are nowhere near as deadly as the lies we tell ourselves . . .