All Mangas

Compilation of short stories based on original poems written by the author.

(Caution: Some of these poems are over a decade old and may come across as a bit cringey. I’ve chosen not to edit them in order to preserve their original flavor, so please read them with discretion.)

“What does duty mean to you?”
Shackled by the Empire’s last flickering breath, the Princess is smitten by a hotshot rookie commander. Duty-bound, both of them learn to lead . . . together, or apart.

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Lay down the humble crown,
fight the war and kill the dove.
The Old Golems only frown
upon the ones who cannot love.

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Princess May thought the crown never fit her – she was too clumsy, too frail, too immature. But when a traitor kidnaps her only sister, she must leave the polished palace and chase a spy through the Empire’s darkest shadows.

Yjennka forged the start of his legendary military career, catching royal attention like a crack of thunder. Rising through the ranks, the Princess took him in as a top-tier bodyguard. But behind the accolades and Guard status, he must carry the weight of every soul lost under his command.

With secrets, scars, and the spy hunt unravelled, the duo’s paths intertwine. Together, they’ll learn how leadership binds them together – or tears them apart . . .

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A low fantasy story set in an alternative medieval-gunpowder mix era. Slow burn romance, court thriller mystery, existential philosophy, military strategy, and just good ol’ fantasy action/slice of life.

Trigger warnings of violence, warfare, moral ambiguity, heavy romance.

After being banished with nothing but the clothes on her back from the convent she grew up in, Helena finds a job in an eerie mansion with strange rules that bind her there indefinitely. Still haunted by the ghosts of her past and the scars of trauma, she clings to routine, asking for nothing more than a place to survive the winter.

But the mansion is far from ordinary. Despite the servants’ kindness, something about it feels like a coffin frozen in time. Screams echo through the night. The scent of blood lingers in the halls. The lord of the house keeps to himself behind locked doors. But when he appears, drawn by the sound of her piano, he looks at her with something deeper than curiosity. Hunger.

As Helena spends her days dawdling in the library, tracing melodies on the old piano, she feels the walls watching her like a beast ready to pounce.

Yet Helena doesn’t fear the man they call a monster, or even the threat of being swallowed whole by darkness—what she fears is the awakening of something she’s been trying to bury away before it takes the little peace and freedom she has found.

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A low fantasy, gothic story set in an alternative era. A slow-burn, obsessive “who-did-this-to-you” romance wrapped in psychological horror, tender dread, and mature themes of trauma, hunger, and autonomy. For readers who crave stories where broken girls meet dangerous men, and somehow, in the grave between obsession and care, they learn again what it means to feel alive.

THIS STORY CONTAINS themes that might be troubling to some readers, including, but not limited to, depictions of and references to childhood abuse, psychological & physical, recollected; emotional manipulation, grief, PTSD, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, attempted sexual assault (past, recollected), death of a character, obsessive behavior, emotional fixation between main characters, blood, gore, torture. Please be mindful of this and other triggers.

The time that will bring them together.

Guided by the hand of fate, a random letter written under an alias, could its words lead two strangers, unaware of each other’s existence, toward an eternal union?

One day an illegitimate princess Harlynn found a little dragon who’s mother was under a curse. Little Harlynn took on a grand goal of saving the mother, but this naive goal has changed her future for better or for worse?

Alina was supposed to be a forgettable noble lady.

But she carries a big secret—she once lived in another world, and after dying of cancer, she woke inside her favorite novel.

Determined to rewrite the story, she sets out to save Isolde, the tragic heroine destined to suffer at the hands of the emperor. But when the empire strikes earlier than she remembers and the princess is captured, Alina’s plans unravel. To change fate, she must ally with the general, Isolde’s doomed lover, whose death she has already prevented.

What begins as devotion to a character twists into something far messier: loyalties tested, bonds she never imagined, and a future that refuses to stay on the page.

Alina thought she had to fix Isolde’s ending. Instead, she might be rewriting hers.

The kingdom of Orovia bleeds.

Every harvest season, the Frost royals send their imperials to strip villages bare. Gold. Crops. Heirlooms. Even lives. Everything claimed in the name of the crown.

Alexandra Beaumont has lost enough.

When the king opens the army to new recruits, she seizes her chance. Not to serve, but to steal.

Beneath the armor of a royal soldier, she hides a secret mission: infiltrate the castle, reclaim what was stolen, and return it to the people who were robbed of everything.

But she is not alone.

A band of outcasts forms at her side, bound by vengeance and hope.

By day, they wear the king’s colors.
By night, they become shadows on the sea.

Pirates who raid treasuries, kingdoms, and crowns themselves.
Rebels carving justice out of theft.

Yet betrayal stalks the rebellion as closely as the royals do.

And when Alexandra’s heart tangles with Asher Knight—the general’s son, her greatest threat, and her greatest ally—loyalties blur, danger sharpens, and every stolen heartbeat could be her last.

In a world where rebellion is treason and love is forbidden, Alexandra must decide how much she’s willing to sacrifice to take back a kingdom drowning in frost.

“And what do you know about harmonizing?” Xiao Yue looked at him as if he had just spit on her ancestor’s grave.

“Me? I’m the CEO of the Inner Dao. I have a Master’s in Spiritual Synergy and a triple Ph.D. in Multitasking Cultivation, with honors in ‘Qi Optimization Under Pressure.’ Should I show you my resume, or would you prefer a PowerPoint presentation on my celestial achievements?”

Kenji Tanaka was a Japanese CEO with the soul of a spreadsheet: cold, analytical, and completely allergic to improvisation. He died like any good executive: from an excess of meetings.

Now, he’s Lian, a nobody in a world of cultivators, dragons, absurd sects, and spiritual manuals that take ten lifetimes to read.

Martial talent? Zero. Ability to shatter mountains with a single blow? Nil. A master plan to turn chaos into a celestial startup, KPIs and all? Absolutely.

They are the unstoppable force.

He is the guy with the plan, the tea, and the to-do list.

While his harem of martial geniuses smashes armies as if they were piñatas, Lian optimizes formations, improves techniques, manages internal conflicts, and turns alchemy into a production line.

He doesn’t fight, he doesn’t scream, he doesn’t cultivate like a madman. He outsources the violence.

Because cultivating like crazy is optional, but leading with efficiency is mandatory.

Life is ironic. Love and hatred are but two sides of the same coin. Emotions change quickly.

Sometimes she was too slow, maybe that was why she didn’t see it coming.

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To the one she thought she knew, the wounded her ended up saying,

“You were my one and only real friend, I thought I was yours too.”
“… You are right. And because you are, I need you to die,” he had answered.

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To the one she thought would never understand her, the suffering her requested,

“A lie. Just a last one, before my death… Lie to me again.” Despite the pain, the smile on her face was sweet, a genuine one as she made that plea.

“I love you,” he had whispered.

When the cursed bell tolls, someone dies.
This time… it’s coming for me.

I never believed the town’s legends—not until the night a crow dropped a thin metal strip at my feet with my name carved into it. Since then, every toll has brought frost-script warnings, eerie deaths, and a shadowed boy who appears out of nowhere… always right before things go wrong.

Callen Roe.
Bound to the bell. Dangerous, magnetic, impossible to trust.
And somehow always a step ahead of my fate.

Then there’s Ezra Quinn—my oldest friend. Steady. Safe.
Except lately he watches me like he’s afraid of losing something he never said out loud.
Jealousy is unraveling him, and I don’t know how to stop it.

As the debt ledger awakens and classmates start vanishing, I’m pulled—along with a handful of survivors—into a deadly game against the cult that forged the curse. The bell demands payment. The ledger keeps writing. And every new secret points back to me.

Caught between two boys and hunted by an ancient debt, I’m running out of time.
I have one impossible choice:

Break the ledger… or pay with my life.

What do you get when you cross a light-bending assassin, a broke teenager who can repair machinery by talking to it, a pack of dimension-hopping tourists, and a seagull with an existential crisis?

You get Soda Crash: The Path of the Unseen.

One cosmic accident is all it takes to throw them all into a world where the locals fly on swords, settle legal disputes with color-changing worms, and consider anyone with blond hair a ‘Northern Barbarian.’ Now, this unlikely crew must navigate ancient sects, power-hungry cultivators, and the very real possibility that their best survival tool is a Swiss Army knife with a ‘detect bad vibes’ function.

Forget heroes and villains. This is a story about survival, absurdity, and the universal truth that no matter which universe you’re in, bureaucracy is always a nightmare and there’s never a good time to run out of coffee

Rayan Lancel, the famous detective of Ruhi Empire, suddenly went missing one day. No, he wasn’t kidnapped. He just stopped showing up to his workplace. The reason?

He realized he isn’t him anymore.

Ann Mackenzie, now possessing the body of Rayan Lancel, thought it was too much of a headache to become a detective. So she, now he, decides to quit and go look for other jobs.

Until one day, a criminal breaks into her house and starts claiming what she thought was hers. Her new life, with a new identity, wasn’t as peaceful as she thought. As a whirlpool of conspiracy into the world of unknown drags her inside the mud she was desperately trying to escape, she must find out who she was, and has become, before more people keep dying.

Sang Mu is a freelance exorcist with decent skills and a master from Longhu Mountain.

One day, she accepts a simple haunting job, only to find a faceless child calling her “Mom”.

Just as she’s nearly strangled to death, a mysterious man crashes in with more secrets than answers. Now, Sang Mu finds herself caught in the whirlwind.

I opened my eyes in a novel I once read — as Emilia Evelisse Valmont, the villainess destined to be abandoned, accused, and condemned. They called her the Ice Queen: flawless, untouchable, and unloved. Her engagement shattered, her reputation ruined, her end inevitable… unless I chose to live differently.

But this is not my story.

From the Crown Prince’s eyes, she was only ever cold — until the day he saw her laugh. To the world, she was a villainess. To him, she became something else entirely. His curiosity turned into fascination, his mask began to crack, and the ‘Ice Queen’ who was meant to fall became the woman he could no longer look away from.

A reincarnated villainess. A perfect noble mask. And a romance told from the man who never expected to find his heroine in her.

Getting a job is only the first step to misery.

Adulthood is a never-ending pit, one hole after the other waiting for you to jump into.

Let us corporate workers commiserate together.