Ike doesn’t talk much. He keeps to himself, hoodie up, head down. His only real friend is Ned — a computer genius who knows how to break into just about anything with a keyboard.

One day, their class takes a field trip to a science museum in NYC. Two hours on a loud bus. Five minutes walking through busy streets. That’s when Ike sees something strange — a man in a ripped-up suit, face messed up, running from the cops. Everyone else ignores it.

But then Ike hears a thud. Turns around. The guy’s on the ground. Cops gone. A shattered jar. Black goo leaking everywhere.

The man yells, “Don’t touch it!”

Ike’s curiosity wins. He touches it.

And just like that... his whole life flips upside down.

This is the beginning of something bigger.This is SpiderKid: Origins.

Gu Xi, a 28-year-old man on the edge of turning thirty, died in the most ridiculous way—stabbed while trying to save someone, then thrown overboard during a cruise vacation.

When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a novel.

Now he’s an Alpha.

Worse—he’s a cannon fodder Alpha who won’t live past chapter five.

In the story, his character hopelessly clings to the omega protagonist, Chen Xiaoxuan, and ends up killed by the cold, powerful male lead, Shen Yueting.

To avoid his predestined death, Gu Xi comes up with a plan: seduce the main Alpha.

As long as Shen Yueting feels something for him—or at least doesn’t think he’s guilty—he might survive.

But why…

Why does it feel like both the protagonist Alpha and the omega are starting to look at him weirdly?

Be careful what you curse for.

Ysabelle never wanted to be a witch. She only wanted high school to suck a little less.

But when the meanest girls in school push her too far—again—something inside her snaps. One accidental wish, one whispered curse... and suddenly Bella and her cruel little crew are living through every nasty thing they’ve ever done—twice as bad.

The problem?The curse won’t stop.And Ysa might not be the one controlling it anymore.

Now haunted by strange dreams, a mysterious book, and a magic she doesn’t understand, Ysa must choose: undo what she started—or embrace the darkness waking up inside her.

Third post in this!

River Hart was on a case. A tough one. When her sister's boyfriend comes home drunk, after his friend brought him home, she met Angel Cowel. But she found out he was put on the case she was on. And she has one rule - don't date a co-worker.

To fall in love is to feel warm and fuzzy, glowing, and happy simultaneously. To fall in love is to feel all of your senses being brought to life, that the world is brighter, your heart hotter, and the breeze a softer feeling than anything you had predicted. It is to feel Yellowed.

When It Gets Too Quiet is a short, emotional story about depression, isolation, and the quiet ways people try to reach each other when words feel too heavy.

Lena lives alone in a small city apartment, struggling with a silence that feels more like suffocation than peace. She’s trying to disappear without leaving.

Marcus is her older brother, stubbornly refusing to let her drift too far away—even when she won’t answer his calls or open the door.

This isn’t a love story. It’s not a perfect fix.

It’s about those moments when someone decides to sit beside you in the dark instead of telling you to get over it.

If you’ve ever felt too tired to explain why you’re tired, or too sad to ask for help—this story is for you

He doesn’t remember the lab. But his body never forgot.

When Orion was two years old, he vanished. Two months later, he was returned without a word, without a scratch—and without his mother, who had taken her own life in his absence. Blamed for her death, Orion grew up under his father’s violent hand, each day a cycle of pain and silence.

Two scars mark his back. He doesn’t know how they got there—until the night he turns seventeen.

In an explosion of agony and blood, wings erupt from beneath his skin, ripping through muscle and memory alike. Horrified, he tries to destroy them. But they grow back. And they bring questions that won't stay buried.

When Orion meets others like him—survivors of childhood disappearances, each with strange abilities and fractured pasts—he uncovers a dark truth: none of them came back unchanged. And the people who made them this way? They might still be watching.

Now in English — A popular Japanese Shōjo-Inspired Love Story：​​​​​​​『二周目，我依然愛他』（Second Time Around, I Still Love Him）A gentle tale of innocent love, quiet devotion, and the kind of romance that never rushes… only deepens.

✨ New Series Preview｜Forbidden Butler Romance × Shoujo Vibes✨

I’ve been secretly in love with my personal butler for six years.He always stands quietly behind me—preparing my tea, holding my umbrella, and walking beside me through every lonely moment.

He says it’s out of duty, respect, and loyalty.Never once has he said he likesme.Never once has he let me hope for more.

But I can’t hide it anymore.Every time he gets close, my heart spirals out of control—not because he’s my butler, but because I truly, madlylove him.

How do I make the man who’s sworn to serve me… fall for me?If loving him is a mistake, then I’ve been wrong for six years.But this time, even if I have to break the rules—I want to make his heart waver. Just once. That would be enough.

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This love is a forbidden one—between a lady and her butler.He’s not allowed to love me. I’m too afraid to confess.

But I can’t keep waiting.

I want to turn this “you can’t love me” into “you can’t help but love me.”

✦ Forbidden Master–Servant Romance × Stoic Yet Gentle Butler × Tension-Filled Chemistry × Sweet & Irresistible Slow Burn

✦ The more he restrains himself, the more I want to draw close.✦ A love game neither of us should play—but we’ve already fallen too deep. ♡

“My Blank Love” is a tender exploration of a love that was never spoken, never named — yet deeply felt. It’s the story of emotions left unwritten, of silences that held more truth than words ever could. This love didn’t need definitions; it lived quietly in glances, in pauses, in pages that remained blank… yet full. A tale of incomplete confessions and eternal connection.

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My Blank Love

Chapter One – The River That Remembered

The wind moved slowly, brushing against the lonely strands of Zoboriya’s hair that had escaped her scarf. The river beside her flowed with a hush — a quiet lullaby that only those carrying silent grief could understand.

She stood still, hands folded in front of her, the smell of wet stone and distant jasmine thick in the air. Behind her, the small Turkish town of Safranbolu breathed in its soft morning calm. But inside her?

A storm she hadn’t named.

A love she hadn’t confessed.

A pain she never expected to carry.

She looked at the water again, wondering if it remembered that moment —

the exact second her world had shifted.

> “If only he hadn’t come that day…” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“If only Abu Zarr had never stood in front of me.”

But he had.

And like a sudden gust in the middle of a still afternoon, he had shaken her soul awake.

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It was early spring, the trees still dressing themselves in fresh green, and the cafés along the cobbled path hadn’t yet filled with tourists. That afternoon, three years ago, she had come to this same river, carrying nothing but a journal and a tired heart.

She had wanted silence.

She had wanted to sit and not be seen.

But he had found her anyway.

“Zoboriya.”

His voice had come from behind — firm, familiar, breaking the very air around her.

She had closed her eyes first.

Then turned.

And there he was.

Not as the Abu Zarr she remembered — the boy with laughter tucked in his collar and stars in his voice — but a man now. Quieter. Older. And with eyes that looked like they hadn’t rested in weeks.

He hadn’t smiled.

He hadn’t spoken again.

He had just looked at her —

like she was a story he still didn’t understand how to finish.

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> “Why did you come?” she had asked, her fingers tightening around the pen in her lap.

He had shrugged slightly, his gaze not leaving hers.

> “Because I wasn’t done.”

She had laughed. Not the soft kind, but the one that hides wounds.

> “You were the one who left. You were the one who turned your love into silence.”

He didn’t defend himself. He just stepped closer.

> “Maybe I thought your silence would match mine.”

That day, everything blurred — the river, the air, her breath.

He had come back,

but not to explain.

Not to apologize.

Not to say he still loved her.

He had just come — and in that moment, it was both too much and never enough.

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Now, years later, standing again by the same river, Zoboriya wondered what remained of that afternoon.

Maybe nothing.

Maybe everything.

> “You left your noise behind, Abu Zarr.

But you left your silence inside me.”

The wind answered her this time, rustling the pages of her old notebookP — the one that still carried his name in ink that had begun to fade.

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To be continued…

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My Blank Love

Chapter 2 – The Eyes That Read Silence

Inside the largest university library in Turkey,

amid hundreds of people around her,

Zoboriya felt strangely alone.

She sat in a quiet corner,

where a soft yellow light gently spilled onto her book —

and the silence in the air only made her heart’s voice louder.

In her hands was a book titled:

“He was mine, but never really belonged to me.”

Each page peeled away her emotions layer by layer.

In every word, she saw glimpses of Abu Zarr.

Each line pulled her back into an old, fading evening.

Tears were silently falling from her eyes —

as if someone was quietly breaking inside her.

She slowly closed the book…

took a deep breath and looked around —

thankfully, no one was watching.

Quietly, she took out her handkerchief,

wiped her tears…

and whispered to herself:

> “Oh Abu Zarr… why did you do this?”

There was a storm within her,

but her face remained calm —

as if nothing had ever happened.

What she didn’t know was…

From across a table,

from behind a pile of books,

a pair of eyes had been watching her for a long time.

Eyes filled with a strange kind of sorrow —

like something unfinished lived there too.

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The one who owned those eyes remained silent.

But his gaze never left her —

the flutter of her lashes,

the glisten of her tears,

the breath she took in Abu Zarr’s name…

He wasn't Abu Zarr.

But he wasn’t entirely a stranger either.

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His soft whisper never reached Zoboriya —

but a strange hush in the air told her…

someone was there.

Zoboriya slowly turned her head.

From behind the tall stack of books,

the boy hid for a moment.

But it was already too late.

Zoboriya had sensed it —

someone was silently witnessing her broken love.

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Chapter 3 – Where Love Was Still Speaking

Walking out from the cold walls and heavy silence of the library,

Zoboriya steadied her breath in her chest.

She looked up at the sky for a moment —

blue, open, but still something inside her felt heavy.

Her feet began walking on their own…

leading her to that hidden path,

to a place she always called “her refuge.”

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To reach there,

she had to cross a narrow trail of stone,

where the wind grew gentler with every turn.

And at last…

she arrived.

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Trees surrounded her —

lush green branches swaying softly,

and birds chirping above

as if the world was still breathing through an old forgotten song.

A small river flowed nearby —

its water moving so gently,

it felt like even the river was hiding something deep inside.

Zoboriya noticed a couple sitting at a distance —

smiling,

close,

looking into each other’s eyes as if they could see their tomorrow.

A faint, unfinished smile touched her lips…

but never made it to her eyes.

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She quietly sat down on a stone —

one that seemed to have waited for her.

Her scarf fluttered lightly in the breeze,

slipping off her shoulder and touching the earth —

as if her soul had grown weary too.

She rested her hands in her lap,

and let out a long, tired breath.

> “Sometimes it feels like the world is full of color,”

she thought silently,

“but my world is painted in fog…

a dark haze that swallows every bit of light I reach for.”

Her eyes were still damp —

but now, tears didn’t fall.

They had become an old habit… something that lived quietly within.

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What she didn’t know was…

That same boy from the library…

had followed her there.

Standing at a little distance,

he simply watched her.

He had never held love —

he had only seen it… breaking.

And now, for the first time,

he saw someone who carried the same silence as him.

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To be continued…

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When Avery - Becks - Beckett returns to England for the reading of a mysterious will, she never expects to uncover a legacy of ancient bloodlines and forbidden truths. As secrets buried for centuries begin to surface, Becks finds herself caught between the wife she adores, the childhood friend she never stopped loving, and a blood-bond attraction she can't control.

Some revelations, once unveiled, demand the highest price. Will Becks be able to protect the people she loves, or will she fall prey to the ancient rulers who've controlled humanity for millennia?

Demons, devils, ghosts, and monsters-they haunt the shadows, feeding on mortal fear.Lu Sheng was an ordinary civil servant living a mundane modern life-until a drunken haze stole him away to a brutal world ruled by dark forces. Here, terrifying supernatural beings prey on the helpless, and mortals are trapped beneath a suffocating veil of dread.But fate deals Lu Sheng a strange hand: a mysterious game mod he once designed in his past life awakens within him, granting the power to instantly master any skill-if he's willing to pay the price.Thrown into a nightmare where survival is a constant battle, Lu Sheng must harness this deadly gift and walk the razor's edge between salvation and damnation. His journey to power begins-along the perilous path of the Devil.-------

Taleria's Notes

Hello everyone!This is a translated novel. I do not own the original content—I simply love reading and wanted to share that passion with others. I've translated and rewritten parts of it to make the reading experience more enjoyable. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did working on it!