一名小說寫作家，遇上一名漫畫家之間的校園戀愛故事，還有特殊能力

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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After an unfortunate night, Meredith Hood found herself stabbed to death. She then woke up in a strange new world—one where werewolves and humans were locked in war. Confused, she soon learned that she had been thrust into the middle of a prophecy meant to bring balance or ruin to the realm.

But Meredith wasn’t a hero; she was just an ordinary wage worker who had wanted a normal life. Refusing to play along, she tried to find a way out of the mess.

However, the forces of fate weren’t so easily ignored, and she soon found herself caught in a love triangle between a prince and a werewolf.

A love that didn’t start loud—it began in the hush after goodbye.

She plays like she’s holding something fragile.

He sings like he’s trying to find something lost.

Their lives brushed once and slipped apart...

but music has a way of remembering

what silence tries to forget.

Now, two hearts meet again—

between verses, under lights,

in the soft replay of everything

they never said the first time.

A ballad between a vocalist and a guitarist.

Serena Sherran, a dedicated doctor, lost her husband, Leo Martin, to a mysterious case after the birth of their son, leaving her to raise him alone. When her son is diagnosed with the same heart condition as Leo, Serena makes a life altering decision: to leave behind the UK, and all the memories it holds, and move to China in search of a medical breakthrough. Five years later, a man named Jay Carson appears in her life-bearing an uncanny resemblance to her late husband, adding an unexpected twist to her journey.

In a world where demi-gods are enslaved and kingdoms thrive on bloodshed, Mablevi lives the life of a banished princess, cast out for her forbidden birth. By day, she dances in the brothels of Aranbiya, dazzling those who dare to watch. By night, she soars into the skies with her loyal bodyguard, freeing demi-gods from their chains. But the darkness is filled with danger-and desire. As Mablevi navigates a web of deadly secrets, reckless foes, and beautiful, dangerous men who seek to claim her heart and soul, she must decide if she will rise above her fate-or be consumed by it.

Lin Qiong has become the wife of Villain, the crazy critic in the book. The original body for the money and Villain marriage, but hate Villain's age is an old crazy critic, death has no limit, and finally Villain turn over, make himself dead.　　When he crosses over, the original is hurling insults and curses at Villain, "Old, crazy, and no good at that, not even a man!"　　The man in the wheelchair's eyes were dark and hostile.　　"You think that makes me hate you? NO! I'll only love you more!"　　Fu Xingyun: ?　　Lin Qiong, who was so poor in his last life that he starved to death, looks at the mansion filled with the foul-smelling fragrance of capitalism and brushes away the tears that flow from the corners of his mouth.　　This is clearly his old baby!　　Lin Qiong maintains his selfless and bitter persona with deep affection, "Although you don't love me, it's okay! It's enough to let me stay with you during this most difficult time for you, and we'll divorce when you get well!"　　He only begs Villain to leave him alone when he turns over laterand to go away with a large alimony share from the divorce!　　When it's cold, Lin Qiong is a leaky cotton coat.　　Taking the clothing and shaking it in front of the man, "You put your fall pants on and we'll get a divorce when you get better!"　　When someone taunts a man, Lin Qiong is the old hen who protects her young.　　After scolding away the bad guys, sweetly reassuring, "Don't listen to them, you look best with your fall coat tucked into your fall pants!"　　Paid to be forced to wear a fall coat and pants: "......"　　At the auction, Lin Qiong even pressed the sinful hands of capitalism, cautioning against rational consumption.　　Spend out a fortune and get a smaller share in the divorce, Lin - stingy - Joan: "You save the money, we'll get a divorce when you get well."　　After the man gets well, Lin Qiong can't wait: "Get a divorce!"　　The thought of a large alimony payment after a divorce rubs your hands together in excitement.　　Fu Xingyun: "What divorce?"　　Lin Qiong:?　　Fu Xingyun: "After getting well, it's time to serve your husband's duty."　　Lin Qiong: !　　It wasn't until his stomach bulged that Lin Qiong remembered that he was wearing a birth text.　　Satisfied with his masterpiece, the man carefully soothed, "As long as there's no divorce, my money is your money.""......" Lin Qiong: "Son of a bitch, I'll fight you!"

"The past never dies… it waits." Bestselling author Rishav Ahuja thought he had it all—fame, fans, and a future filled with stories. But everything changes the day a stranger hands him an ancient book at a signing event. It looks ordinary. It reads like poetry. But the moment he opens it, his soul remembers. The book is no mere manuscript—it's the key to a past life Rishav never knew he lived. A life filled with forbidden love, betrayal, and a death that demanded revenge. Now haunted by vivid dreams and emotions that don’t belong to this lifetime, Rishav is pulled into a deadly cycle of fate. The woman he lost. The enemy he never saw coming. And a war that was never truly over. Can love survive across centuries? Or will vengeance burn it all down—again? A reincarnation romance full of mystery, emotion, and destiny. Read now and uncover the truth that even time couldn’t erase.

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A rain-soaked café window divides two souls on the verge of connection. On one side, a woman gently cradles a mug, her gaze distant yet drawn to something just beyond the glass. Opposite her, a young man sits quietly, headphones over his ears, pen hovering above a weathered notebook. Between them lies more than coffee—there’s silence, there’s story, there’s song.

Set in soft blues and warm neutrals, the cover captures the stillness of a moment that could change everything. Raindrops trace down the glass like the unspoken words they’ve both been carrying. The blurred city in the background hums softly behind them, but inside, it’s just the two of them—and a connection that hasn't quite begun.​​​​​​​

Letters. I’ll call them letters. Everyone else might get the chance to read them—but not you. So instead of sharing them one by one, why not gather them into one place—an album made just for everything I never got to say?

She’s 40. He’s 20. Her Audi’s dented. Her life’s derailed.

Ruòyún Chen’s rules were ironclad: *no charming men, no attachments, no letting her son see her unravel*. Then **Lucas "Chief" Touré**—a Kenyan streetball god with lion tattoos and biceps flexing under sweat-soaked cotton—cracked her bumper *and* her composure when he vaulted onto her hood. Now her eight-year-old son calls him "Big Boy"(a nickname reserved for Ruòyún’s ex), her Russian intern (Anya: vodka-scented grenade, possible girlfriend) lurks in her boardroom smelling like *his* turpentine skin, and Ruòyún’s fantasizing about things that would make her corporate enemies blush. The world whispers *scandal*. Her son draws stick-figure families. And Lucas? He just wants to fix her Audi… and maybe ruin her silk sheets.

Spoiled? Maybe.

Rotten?Not yet.

Do you believe in parallel universe?