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A story about two people that weren't supposed to meet.

“Her hatred of him was the only thing she knew for certain.” I dreamed of him often. Often enough that I started to dream of him when I was awake. So when he returned five years after my entire life shattered, I thought I was still dreaming. We were always drawn together, despite our differences. He was the poor, rejected filth of town and I was the rich, popular ice princess. He was my bully and my salvation, my nightmare and my obsession, an intimate monster and a heartless lover. He would sacrifice the world for me. Destroy and kill for me. Fall from grace and tear the stars away from heaven for me. I was his enemy, but I was his. Except, he took away the one thing I loved the most in the world and I was going to make him pay. I was going to break him as he broke me all those years ago. I’m told that love and hate are two different sides of the same dangerous coin, and ours was a wicked, dirty love. A sick, twisted, beautiful hate. Ours was a story of irresistible pain and tormented pleasure. It knew no bounds. ◆ Sick, Twisted, Beautiful Series |Bully Romance (18+) ◆

Fire and water work together to uncover the secrets of Kohino Village

Aiko is a normal girl who didn´t have many friends because of her shyness. After the start of the new school year, Taylan transfers to her school. Everyone immediately likes him, because of his natural charm and chill personality. Aiko immediately falls in love with Taylan and then finds out something she shouldn´t have.

After failing yet another job interview Naomi finds herself in a car accident not far from her place. When she wake up she finds herself in unfamiliar surroundings, wearing strange clothes. Confused and scared Naomi plays along to figure out how she got there and how this new world is connected to her old world. [This comic will update bi-weekly]

Young and naive, that's what we are on our early days. We put our dreams on single paper, let it fly and drove by the wind. We thought about our dreams like it was on our grasps, with our hands holding tight to each other, we wish and hope. But like my paper plane that was blown by the wind, my hands left holding unto nothing. I have now achieved my goals, but the person who held my dream isn't here with me at all.