

Someone @'d me on Nextdoor. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow." "Don't worry, we'll give you two hundred bucks a month for upkeep. You'll make a couple hundred for doing jack shit. You should be thrilled." I stared at the screen. It was a joke. I was Don Ricci's heir, groomed to run the South Side. But I traded that life for a paintbrush. This apartment was my sanctuary, my quiet place. That rooftop garden wasn't some building perk. It was mine. I'd paid half a million cash for the deed when I bought the place. I turned it into my sunroom studio. And now someone thinks they can have it for two hundred bucks a month? I replied with two words: "Dream on." I didn't expect the building manager and two security guards at my door the next day. Someone had filed a complaint about me "misusing community resources." And now, for the sake of "neighborly harmony," they were demanding my keys. Fine. They wanted to throw civility out the window? They were about to learn what real power felt like.

When the apocalypse hits, the university campus turns into a zombie nightmare. Carson Langster, just an ordinary education major, gets betrayed by his ex-girlfriend Linda Larrow and his rich so-called friend George Tarren. Nearly dead, his roommates sacrifice themselves to save Carson—only to turn into a zombie.But Carson awakens the Dorm Manager System,giving him the power to control zombies and build bases. He turns the dorm building into his headquarters and brings his zombified roommates—Finn, John Nestle,Rowan, and the others—under his control. Carson builds a full apocalypse survival base with a cafeteria,livestock operation, and factories. His only goal:collect enough cores to upgrade the system and turn his buddies back into humans.
![[ENG DUB] He Looks Ordinary, Until Reality Starts Shaking](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Darren Wagner has guarded his purity for a billion years, secretly building world-destroying power while hiding near the Hexalo Guild, waiting for a natural spirit to lose its purity. But when a saintess disguised as a maid stumbles into his fate—and even her mother is dragged in—everything changes. At the grand ceremony, his identity is exposed, demons strike, and his “pet chicken” suddenly transforms into an ancient phoenix, killing the demon lord in one blow and shocking all.

This is a modern, pure love short drama disguised as a 'rich family contract' story, featuring 'crazy, overbearing CEO forced love' and 'straight guy getting bent/self-realization,' ultimately landing on 'mutual salvation.' To inherit a hundred-billion-dollar trust, homophobic swim team captain Ever is forced to 'live closely together' in a monitored mansion with his gloomy, crazy stepbrother, tycoon Kader. Facing Ever's physical rejection, Kader relentlessly closes in, showing his pathological possessiveness. As family infighting and millions in dark web bounties come one after another, Kader transforms into a fierce protector for him. Amid extreme pushing and protecting, Ever's anti-gay defenses completely crumble. From 'feeling disgusted' to actively asking for kisses, the straight guy's self-seduction turns real. What starts as a dangerous contract game ends up as a mutual redemption soaked in ultimate sweet indulgence!

On the night before her engagement, Clara made a daring escape from her cheating ex and her toxic, sexist family. Fate took an unexpected turn when she discovered she was carrying the child of Cary Sampson—the nation's wealthiest and most powerful man. Before she could catch her breath, Cary bought out the hotel where she worked, determined to keep her in his life. But Clara wasn't about to let anyone derail her dreams. She worked tirelessly to prove her worth, resisting Cary's advances at every step. Yet, his persistence and devotion slowly melted her defenses. In the end, Clara not only built a thriving career but also became the center of Cary's world, cherished and adored like never before.

My daughter, Ruby Pratt, has leukemia. She needs a bone marrow transplant—and fast. Out of everyone in the family, my husband, Dan Pratt, was the only match. I begged him for an entire month before he finally agreed to go through with the donation. But on the morning of the surgery, he went completely off the grid. I stood outside the hospital all day, waiting. No calls. No texts. Not even a shadow. That night, his childhood friend, Valerie Kinder, posted on Instagram. In the photo, Dan was holding Valerie's hand with one arm and carrying her young son with the other—on a beach in Lulabo City. The caption read: [Soaking up the sun! Dan cleared his whole schedule to join us on a month-long trek and we finally made it to the coast! My little boy said Uncle Dan made his ocean dream come true. Pure joy!] My heart splintered. While I was drowning in worry over my daughter, he was off playing happy family with them. I wiped my tears and typed a comment beneath her post: [Not 'Uncle.' From now on, he's your son's father.] That night, I finally got a call from him. "Babe, don't be like this," Dan said. "You're not being fair. "Valerie's son has been bullied at school for not having a dad. I couldn't stand seeing him hurt, so I took them on this trip. It was supposed to help him heal. "I'll catch the first flight back tomorrow and head straight to the hospital to donate the marrow. I promise." I hung up with a bitter smile. The next morning, Dan rushed into the hospital room. But all he found on the bed was a death certificate.

All because I talked to a girl from school, my parents decided I was too young to date and sent me to a behavioral correction camp over winter break. I spent 14 days there before they came for me. When Mom reached for my backpack, I flinched and dropped to my knees. "Mom, I'm sorry. I'll carry my own things. Please don't touch me. You're the opposite sex." Her expression soured. "I told you to watch out for girls out there, not treat your own mother like one of them." I kept my head down and said nothing, because responding to the opposite sex was also a violation. On the drive home, Dad noticed me sitting rigid and perfectly still. He laughed, pleased. "Look at him. He's so well-behaved now." "It worked even better than I expected. We'll have our family dinner tonight and send him back in the morning. They need to straighten him out for good." I said nothing. I just turned and looked out the window. There would be no tomorrow. Tonight was my farewell gift to them.

My coworkers and I are forcibly dragged into a bizarre game with the initial title displayed as "War of the Plants". Everyone crowds around to choose camps or safe houses with abundant water resources. I am the only one who picks a plastic apartment in the desert with no water or electricity. My female supervisor mocks me in front of everyone, saying I must be out of my mind. No one is willing to team up with me, and they even bet I won't last three days. When choosing abilities, everyone rushes for practical powers like spatial storage or metal control. I, however, choose reverse photosynthesis that allows me to gain energy from air humidity. Everyone immediately mutes me in the game. Clearly, no one wants to hear my desperate cries for help later. But when the system revokes team permissions and administrator functions, everyone is stunned. The game's name is reset to "Magnet Apocalypse".
![[ENG DUB] World-Class Assassin, Full-Time Mama's Girl](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Once the world's deadliest assassin, Hope retires for her mother. Back home, she finds her mom, kidnapped for 15 years, is being bullied. Hope unleashes her power to destroy the abusers and reclaim all that was stolen from her mom, vowing to be her protector.