一名小說寫作家，遇上一名漫畫家之間的校園戀愛故事

望月悠真(Mochizuki Yuma)

故事的主人公是一名平凡的15歲高中二年級生,與妹妹望月雪乃共同生活。

但是在之前的學校的性格轉變為十分陰沉的人。

然而,一次意外的轉學讓他發現自己擁有一種

神秘而特殊的能力

這股力量不僅改變了他的社交生活,還認識到了伴侶。

隨著他與新同學和伴侶的關係逐漸加深,望月悠真發現自己身邊的人慢慢開始擁有了特殊的能力。究竟這股能力將帶來什麼樣的挑戰? 會令和其他同學的關係變得更融洽嗎？

還是會招來更多麻煩？

敬請期待這段充滿懸念和驚喜的戀愛故事!

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這個故事我也會在「小說家になろう」這個網站平台上發佈日語版本

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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!

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. ♡

They say it’s a gift—to see what others don’t.But when you’re a child haunted by whispers, shadows, and truths no one believes, it doesn't feel like a gift.

This is my story. A quiet horror. A confession. A survival.

I never asked for a sixth sense. But I was born with one.And it never left me alone.

I don’t think anyone would notice if I stopped showing up.

Not in a dramatic way. Just... quietly.

Stopped replying.

Stopped smiling at the right moments.

Stopped walking into rooms like I belonged there.

I’ve done it before ...slowly disappeared from people’s lives and watched how long it took them to ask where I went.

Sometimes they never did.

Sometimes they noticed when it was already too late to fix it.

I could skip a day, miss a week, vanish for a month and life would just go on.

People would keep laughing.

Group chats would stay alive.

Photos would still be posted.

Maybe they’d think, “Oh, she’s just busy.”

Or “He’s been quiet lately, hope he’s okay.”

But they wouldn’t ask. They never ask.

I don't want attention. I just want someone to notice me before I'm gone.

Not after.

Not in the kind of way where they say,

“I wish I checked in more.”

“I didn’t know they were going through something.”

I want someone to ask when I’m still here , not when I’m already a memory.

But maybe that’s asking too much.

> Some people die loudly.

I think I’ll just fade… and let the silence do the rest

“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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inilah aku yang tinggal satu atam dengan ibu mertuaku, ibu mertua yang selalu bersikap berbeda ketika ada bapak mertua dan ketika tidak ada bapak mertuaku.

ya lagi-lagi aku memaklumi sikap ibu mertuaku, mungkin beliau belum rela jika anak laki-laki pertamanya menikah. aku juga heran kenapa anak-anak lakinya dilarang kerja ketika sudah menginjak usia 21 atau 22 tahun. padahal wajar jika umur segitu laki-laki ingin kerja dan memiliki penghasilan sendiri.

entah terlau sayang sama anak laki-lakinya atau terlalu khawatir, dari usia 21 tahun suamiku ingin mencoba kerja tapi selau di larang sama ibunya. sampai akhirnya suamiku bertemu dengan aku dan serius ingin menikahiku.

sebelumnya suamiku menjalin hubungan dengan perempuan sudah 5 tahun dan suamiku memang berniat menikahinya namun ibunya tidak setuju dengan dalil kalau perempuan itu terlalu kasar dan keras. suamiku pun mengurungkan niat tidak jadi menikahinya. mungkin memang belum jodoh karena perempuan itu juga ternyata punya cowo lain.

setelah suamiku mengakhiri hubungannya dengan dia, suami ku berada di titik jenuhan menjalani kehidupannya, karna merasa tidak memiliki tujuan sama sekali. ibunya pernah berkata "yaudah kalau kamu mau nikah, kenalin cewe yang lagi deket sama kamu nanti ya. pasti mama nikahin." mendengar ucapan ibunya, suamiku sangat senang merasa punya tujuan baru.

pertemuan ku dengan suamiku ini sudah dari tahun 2019 karna masuk organisasi bem saat di kampus, dan kami dipertemukan lagi tahun 2021 dan berlanjut menjadi suami istri saat ini.

awal kami menikah ibunya sangat tidak peduli dengan aku, seperti ngambek gitu ke aku tapi aku tidak tau alesannya. padahal aku sangat berhati-hati dalam bersikap atau tindakkan ku selama ini. karna aku tidak mau karna aku salah bersikap malah jadi masalah. atau mungkin kehadiranku yang bermasalah bagi ibu mertuaku sampai saat ini.

awal aku menikah suamiku belum memiliki pekerjaan tetap, namun suamiku mencoba jadi salah satu ojek online, dan ya aku pun tidak memaksa harus kasih uang ke aku berapa pun, karna aku paham kondisi kita saat itu.

dsetelah jadi ojek online selma beberapa bulan, alhamdullilah sekarang suami ku mendapatkan pekerjaan yang sama dengan hobinya sedari kecil dan suah menjadi karyawan tetap serta mendapatakan gaji setara UMR. awalnya aku mencari loker dari instagram untukku tapi aku melihat kualifikasinya sesuai dengan suamiku. akhirnya suamiku yang coba mendaftar dan keterima.

tapi masyaallah rejeki setelah menikah itu sungguh nyata adanya, dan alhamdullilah selalu dikasih jalan sama Allah. tentu pasti ada kendala juga toh. dan aku tidak masalah akan adanya kendala yang penting dihadapi bersama suamiku juga.

hidupku hampir mau diatur sama ibu mertuaku, sekali pun aku dan suami ku ada masalah pasti selau di ikut campuri. dan kalau aku dan suamiku tidak mengikuti kemaun ibunya pasti ibunya ngambek dan diemin kami.

kenapa ya selalu mau ikut campur dalam urusan rumah tangga anaknya, padahal tidak semua yang baik menurut ibunya itu juga baik bagi kami. aku masak selau ditungguiin atau ditanya-tanya. belum lagi kalau aku dan suamiku lagi debat pasti ibunya selalu ngomong ke-keluarganya yang di cawang. hua pokoknya ribet deh tinggal sama ibunya. belum lagi aku yang abis belanja atau beli sesuatu pasti di tanya dan diliat apa aja yang aku beli. sebenernya sakit si diperlakuin begitu namun lagi-lagi aku mencoba memahami situasinya. mungkin karna aku mantu pertama baginya.

tapi sampai kapan akan terus seperti ini, kadang itu juga yang membuat aku nyerah dirumah ini. ya namanya juga manusia pasti ada batas limit kesabarannya. dan aku berdoa semoga dan secepatnya aku bisa keluar dari rumah ini, walaupun aku tau tidak akan boleh keluar dari rumah ini.

untuk kalian yang tinggal dengan ibu mertua baik ataupun tidak, semangat kalian..

This story follows Kimoko a young woman sacrificed to the demon Kigami. Also known as Koshei the demon of death. As they advedture together to archive they goal of saving Zonrumi, from the awakening of the demon queen that wants to destroy the world. Therefor she was seald by the four most powerfull gods away, many centuries ago.

Kimoko and Kigami have to meet al four of them. As they travel Amoria one of the four lands they meet the goddes that lives there. That in exange for they help will give them her sealing crystal, that is capable of opening the demon gueen's prison.

Living the simple life with a loving family on a beautiful farm and having suitors that make your friends jealous. Then one fateful day a knock comes to your door. You’re going to be a queen! What a beautiful fairytale - for others. Chelsea is forced to leave her family and home and move to a lions den. How can a little lamb face lions unless… she has a secret.

[DC-Batman Fanfic Creation] (Claire × Dick Grayson/ Nightwing)

Claire’s life is fine.

Totally fine.

※Every chapter begins with a “Goodnight” — not as a farewell, but as a promise. Even in silence, even after time and memory are lost, some people always find their way back.

※A story that begins in silence and shadows—but ends in warmth, laughter, and love. Yes, it's a happy ending. Promise.

※The First Part is expected to end at chapter 21 + (Bonus Chapter - The Day He Came Back) + (Bonus Chapter -Three at the Table)

One night, one chance, one choice! Everything seems normal until monsters emerge everywhere and plunge into into chaos. Some call it the apocalypse, others the end of days. However, for Dean, it's something else entirely. It's a chance to change his fate. He has nothing left to lose, but everything to win. This night will push him to his limits. Survival is just the beginning. The real question is-will he rise or fall? Get ready for an action-packed adventure filled with suspense and horror! And well, it wouldn't be a good story if there weren't some romance, right?