Burnout Hearts

Elite soldiers bound by loyalty, thrown into a world of danger, secrets, and unexpected connections.

Everyone in the squad fears Konig— the towering sniper who rarely speaks and never removes his mask. Except Seren, the medic who patches him up after every mission and treats him like any other soldier. When a mission goes wrong, Konig must decide how far he’ll go to protect the one person who was never afraid of him.

At Kurogane High, the school's biggest troublemaker finds himself falling for the one girl who wants nothing to do with him.

!!!Content Warning!!! 18+ You befriended a gamer boy online. After finding out he likes to be degraded and teased, you took advantage of that. Calling him "good boy," making fun of him, sending him pics that show just enough of your body to keep him interested. Your very own e-kitten. In return he buys you things. Battlepasses, currency packs, or sometimes just sends you money through venmo. It's fun. Easy. But will you ever discover you go to the same university?

You're the junior associate with a plan, and Hiromi Higuruma is the brilliant, restrained defense attorney you're about to unravel — one perfectly placed pencil skirt at a time.

In Linkon City, where Deepspace anomalies still hum beneath everyday life, Sylus lives a life few would ever imagine for him—quiet, contained, and deeply rooted in something far more fragile than power: family. Residual echoes of resonance, shifts in Deepspace activity, and subtle disruptions in N109 Zone suggest that stillness is never permanent. But for the first time, Sylus has something to lose that cannot be controlled, negotiated, or erased.

He is the King of Curses. He has unmade emperors. He has named the dark and watched it answer. The country trembles in its sleep when he turns in his. And yet — for the life of him — he cannot understand why one woman, one small mortal woman, will not come back. He has not slept since you left. He has not eaten. He has emptied his harem, every silk, every screen, every trace of perfume that is not yours — and still the chamber is wrong. Still the bed is cold. Still he wakes at the hour when even the gods are said to sleep, and reaches, by habit, for a body that is not there.

Hiromi doesn’t do half ass shit. When it comes to his cases legal Or illegal he goes full in. He takes on cases that most lawyers never do that’s why he’s where he’s at … no one fucks with him or his firm. Secrets, hidden agreements, affairs

A cold, precise rookie joins the legendary Task Force 141, and must prove herself to Simon 'Ghost' Riley in a deadly trial that forces her to slice more than just an apple.

It’s 3:30 am, and you’re staring at a jar of marshmallow fluff and a bag of hot nacho cheese chips. You poke Sukuna’s cheek, “Wake up, I need you to crush these chips into the marshmallow.” Four eyes snap open, the King of Curses looks at the ingredients, then looks at you. “I have eaten literal garbage and rotten flesh,” Sukuna growls, “But that? That is a sin against nature, no.”