
![[ENG DUB] Father Returns, All Kneel](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
On his son's tenth birthday, Yarden Lane wakes up in a sanatorium abroad. Scrolling through social media, he sees photos from the birthday party posted by other parents. The butler's grandson is dressed in his son's custom-made suit, pretending to be the young master, while his own son is humiliated beside him. Furious, Yarden rushes home to confront the impostors and fight to restore his family's honor, reclaiming everything that belongs to him.

Nora gave everything she had to save her husband Elijah, and their son Ryan, both of whom pretended to be suffering from liver cirrhosis. She worked herself to the brink, only to discover during a part-time job that it was all a lie.The illness was fake, and Elijah was no poor, ordinary man. He turned out to be a powerful billionaire. It had all been a twisted game between father and son, with her love as the prize. Shattered by betrayal and humiliation, Nora walked away, determined to take back control of her life. But by the time Elijah and Ryan realize what they've lost, it may already be too late.
![[ENG DUB] Locked in a Defective Heart](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Kit Vane is a genius engineer who pulls a malfunctioning robot PWL-000 from the discard pile on instinct, more curiosity than compassion. The robot is technically flawed, classified as a reject, and by every rational measure not worth saving. Kit saves him anyway. What begins as clinical interest quietly becomes something neither of them has a category for. The robot's devotion starts as programmed loyalty and evolves into something that looks unmistakably like longing. Kit, who understands machines better than people, finds herself understood in return in ways she never anticipated. But underneath the robot’s growing attachment lies a secret sealed long before Kit ever found him, a love so vast and so carefully hidden that when it finally surfaces, it reframes everything that came before. Two beings bound by fate neither one chose, falling into feelings neither one was built to name.

Seraphina, a six-winged Seraph, was framed by her adoptive sister Aurelia and brutally slaughtered by demons in the Abyss. Seven days after her death, her spirit watched as her parents busied themselves with their adopted daughter, utterly indifferent to her disappearance. By the time they finally discovered that the mangled remains belonged to their own biological daughter, Seraphina had already vanished, consumed by despair. Her hatred coalesced into her return as Astrea, the eight-winged Angel of Judgment; she turned the tables on her tormentors, exacting a retribution a hundredfold for the abuse she had suffered. With her vengeance fulfilled, she transformed into a star, and the power of her eight wings chose the orphan Lilith to carry on the legacy of hope.

When the CEO comes across a child collecting bottles who bears a striking resemblance to him, he sweeps the child into his arms and asks, "Who is your mother?"

My father's adopted daughter was only locked in the cramped storage closet for around fifteen minutes, yet he punished me by tying me up and throwing me inside. He even sealed off the ventilation with towels. "As Wendy's older sister, if you can't take care of her, then you should also experience how scared she was," he declared coldly. He knew I was claustrophobic, but my desperate pleas for mercy, my terror, were met with nothing but heartless reprimands. "Let this be a lesson on how to be a good sister." As the last sliver of light disappeared, swallowed by the oppressive darkness, I struggled helplessly. A week passed before my father finally remembered my existence and decided it was time to end my punishment. "Let's hope this week served as a good lesson for you, Jennifer. If this happens again, you will no longer be allowed in this house." He would never know that I had already taken my last breath in that suffocating room. My body had begun to rot in the darkness.