Black Magic for the Village Flower
Nana was the village’s most beautiful flower. Five young men had proposed to her, but she rejected them all for various reasons.
One day, Nana felt an unbearable pain in her chest. She went to the doctor and was declared free of breast cancer. However, the pain in her breasts persisted. A week later, they began to rot, causing her immense suffering.
Many suspected that Nana had been cursed with santet (black magic).
Who had cast this dark spell on Nana?
Would she be able to fight against this sinister magic?
The last message
Yura Bestari fell ill and was unconscious for days. After he regained consciousness he could see invisible creatures.
There are even spirits who deliberately approach Yura, asking for help in conveying the last message to the people they left behind. Worse yet, there is a figure who is starting to interfere with Yura's life.
Gaining quite frightening advantages makes him close to one of the seniors on his campus who is known to be very indifferent and turns out to be an indigo.
How does Yura deal with the spirits that bother her and the spirits who want Yura to be a bridge to their final message?
Can Yura get rid of this advantage or live until the end of time?
The Unwanted Wife
She didn’t want a marriage: just a hot meal.
He didn’t want a wife: just his grandfather’s inheritance.
But no one asked what they wanted.
Cleia survived as best she could, scavenging days between city alleys and memories she never dared to bury. When she saved the life of a powerful old man, she gained more than shelter in return: a surname, a house, and the constant disgust of a husband who saw her as trash.
What Jonas doesn’t know is that Cleia was once loved—or thought she was. But she carries more than torn clothes and wounded pride.
She carries silences.
Scars no one sees.
And a past that refuses to die.
And that past returns... bringing dangers with it.
“Love in the Shadow of Revenge”
Prologue: The Curse of the Moon Under a silver moon, in the depths of the Suryavanth forest, legends whispered of a hidden realm where serpents could turn into humans. Among them was one feared and a
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The boy who borrowed my pen (and my peace)
The first time Aarav met Reyansh, he was half-asleep, and the other boy was already stealing his pen. Literally. Aarav had just placed his favorite blue gel pen on his desk, yawned once, and then—wh
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I hate you dork...
"I'll start with—" "shit... Sorry I spilled your coke..." My eyes twitched. I took a sigh. "It's fine... I don't like it when it's not cold..." We wasted time cleaning the coke that were spilled
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Professor's Tempting Lil Kitten
The lecture hall buzzed with the low hum of students packing up their notebooks and laptops as Dr. Elias Thorne wrapped up his Tuesday afternoon class on Victorian literature. At 32, he commanded the
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