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An experienced detective is investigating the murder of a woman, which at first seems like a typical crime. But at the crime scene, he finds a strange note: “You are not alone.” It unsettles him. As he dives deeper into the investigation, he starts to feel that he’s not just solving a case, but becoming part of a game where his reality is gradually being distorted. The further he goes, the more he feels that someone is watching him. And, even more strangely, that someone seems familiar.

The guardian dragon of the island not only loses his domain, but falls into the power of its marine kindred!

Emperor Malakar the Hollow – A tyrant who has enslaved the four Great Emotions (Joy, Sorrow, Rage, and Fear) to fuel his dark magic. Victor Surris – The Master of Surprise, a young rogue mage who wields the unpredictable Fifth Emotion: Surprise. His magic is wild, chaotic, and often misunderstood. Who's going to win?

The morning began like any other for Daniel Carter. The sun peeked through his bedroom curtains, casting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. His alarm buzzed at precisely 7:00 AM, and with a groan, he slapped it silent. Another ordinary day awaited him—another shift at the accounting firm, another evening of takeout and reruns. But fate had other plans.

In the small town of Blackwood, people disappear. They are found days later - alive, but with empty eyes whispering the same phrase: “He can hear you.” Young journalist Emily Carter comes to town to solve the mystery, but soon realizes that the curse of Whispering Hollow - an ancient forest on the outskirts - has awakened. Now she must not only uncover the truth, but also escape a creature that hunts in the shadows of the trees.

Would it break our "friendship’s" law To hug me back, just once? You’ll stare (that look I know), Then turn away — no trust.

I'll try to cover every topic I can think of here.

Nothing reroutes you off the winding yellow-brick road and onto a clean, manly highway to heterosexuality quite like a weekend full of obedience and prolonged eye contact with strangers. No contact with the outside world. Just structured activities, therapeutic bonding, and extremely platonic full-body contact. Definitely not a cult. Probably. No refunds. Bring your own towel.

Months of hard work by a group of scientists led by Leo Vickers bore fruit. The artificial intelligence LINDA was created based on the brain of the dead girl. Many believe she's just an algorithm, a machine... but not Leo.

Mika Klin has always been a very unusual girl: her level of intelligence was amazing. But her life could be called quite ordinary: working in the lab, coffee in the morning, talking with her younger brother... One discovery changed everything.

Misha tried to be like everyone else — school, friends, girls. He didn’t want to admit something felt “off.” But then Yura came. Glances turned to talks, then touches, laughter, late walks, coffee for two. Just them against the world. But one mistake shattered it all — parents, anger, fear, and words Yura didn’t deserve. Then came the rooftop. It could’ve ended there. But love held on.

An experienced detective investigates the murder of a woman, which at first glance seems like a typical crime. However, at the crime scene, he finds a strange note that says, "You're not alone." This affects him deeply. As he dives deeper into the investigation, he begins to feel that he is not just solving a crime, but becoming part of a game in which his reality is slowly distorted. The further he goes, the stronger the feeling that someone is watching him. And, more strangely, this someone se

This starter pack lays out what fluff looks like when your characters are 30+, chronically tired, sexually responsible, and deeply suspicious of feelings until they’re expressed via sarcasm and soup. From casually shared STI results to safe sex banter, from emotionally supportive Ds to petty recycling drama — this is fluff that knows better and still makes bad decisions tenderly.

Lie if you must. My heart's a quick study in swallowing blades.

No, I'm not crying. (The lie evaporates between syllables.) Must be the rain. Or your shadow already walking away.

The gods became angry, and the magic disintegrated. Shards of magic scattered all over the world. Sorry for bad english

There’s no Roman standard drowning / In the blue forget-me-nots…

Verse about lonely soul

Maybe this time, I’ll let you go, Before your love destroys me whole.

Proceedings from the First Annual Congress of the Brotherhood of Authentic Gay Enthusiasts: keynotes, highlights, and exclusive interviews. A rare glimpse inside a very particular vision of masculinity. For select readers only. “A gathering so sincere in its delusion, I almost felt bad asking questions.” — Chaz Delgado, Homosexual Monthly “A chilling portrait of what happens when brunch is replaced with discipline.” — Anonymous attendee