
![[ENG DUB] Something Stirs After Closing Time](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
A night security job at a museum seems like the easiest money Jorden Leon has ever made. But on his very first shift, he discovers that the museum's relics are anything but ordinary. Driven by instinct, he restores a shattered Eight-Armed Asura bronze statue. As the final crack disappears, an ancient force surges into him, awakening powers beyond imagination. Unaware that he has just prevented an S-Class catastrophe capable of destroying the city, Jordan steps into a new destiny. Soon, whispers spread through the city of a mysterious guardian who protects the living from dangers buried deep in the past.

Once the beloved heiress of the Hujiwara family, Mao gave up her name to live a humble life with her husband, Syohe Ito, working as a cleaner at Kurosaki Group. She saved the company from a financial crisis and secured a ¥20 billion deal for Syohe's birthday, only for him to humiliate her, credit the success to his mistress, and demand a divorce. Signing the papers, Mao swore to fight back.

Brad Lowe is a top player who transmigrates into the fantasy world, the Twilight Continent, the moment he quits the game. He retains every perfected skill—but has zero interest in adventuring. Monsters? Too lazy to fight. Beauties? Too lazy to flirt.Even divine blessings are rejected. Yet fate drags him into wars among adventurers, turning a man who only wants to rest into an unwilling “savior.”
![[ENG DUB] Secrets at My Fingertips](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
I got bored late in the night and casually bragged about dating the campus goddess. I never expected that the very next second, I would obtain the All-Seeing Eye System. As long as I took a photo of someone with my phone, I could instantly obtain all of their secrets.The next day, I aimed the camera at the class beauty, Rachel Lewis. Almost immediately, shocking information popped up on my phone screen. I tapped open the attached PPT, which contained a detailed breakdown of the exposed dirt.

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.

Ivy Shaw knew from the very beginning that the marriage certificate she and Noah Grant held was fake. But during their five years together, Noah had given her so much tenderness that she mistakenly believed she had finally exchanged sincerity for sincerity. It was not until she woke up once in the middle of a coma that she overheard Noah talking to his private doctor: the strange illness she had suffered every month all these years had been caused by Noah drugging her and drawing her blood, and he had stayed by her side only to use her blood to treat her half-sister, Chloe. Another hospital soon confirmed that prolonged blood loss and medication had caused multiple organ failure, and that she had at most a month left to live. Ivy no longer argued, and no longer waited for Noah to turn back. She relocated her mother’s grave, arranged her own burial plot and funeral, and even designated her father Richard and Noah as her pallbearers. But until the very last day of her life, Noah still chose Chloe again and again, and even ordered someone to destroy Ivy’s mother’s grave. In the end, Ivy died alone at home. Only after receiving the funeral home’s notification did Noah discover that Chloe had never been ill, that Ivy was the girl who had climbed over the wall to comfort him in childhood, and that the coma and blood draws he himself had caused had killed the one who truly loved him.

To defuse the bomb strapped to the hostage, I had no choice—I cut off all her clothes. My clueless new wife, Dana Poole, blasted it online. She cried as she faced me. "Why not at least leave her underwear on? You were saving her, I get it—but did you have to take everything? Doesn't a girl's dignity matter? With cameras everywhere, how is she supposed to live after this? You couldn't even cover her up?" The backlash exploded. The unit benched me to calm things down. So I stopped caring. I followed procedure, no improvising, no extra effort. Then one day, at the busiest mall in the city, Dana's mom got strapped into a brand-new linked bomb. This time, the whole unit panicked.

I was slowly dying from Silverthorn Wolfsbane, and there was only one cure—the Miracle Elixir. But my mate, Leo Ashford, bought it and gave it to my adoptive sister, Jane Smith. He did it because he thought I was faking my illness. I gave up on the treatment and swallowed a potent painkiller instead. It would kill me in three days by shutting down my organs. In those three days, I gave up everything. I handed over the fur manufacturing business I built from the ground up to Jane, and my parents praised me for caring about my sister. I offered to sever our mate bond, and Leo praised me for finally being sensible. When I told my son he could call Jane "mommy", he happily said that his new mommy was the best! I transferred all my savings to Jane, and no one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. They were just pleased with my "better behavior". "Viola is finally not so bad." I wondered—would they regret it after I was gone?
![[ENG DUB] From Misunderstanding to Maximum Obsession](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Forced into marriage, top student Nancy Wren escapes and meets billionaire Jason Black by fate. She later discovers she is pregnant. Seeking responsibility, she is instead misjudged due to a false infertility report and given a cheque, which her family takes away. Pregnant and alone, she struggles to survive until she saves an elder of the Black family, drawing her back into his world.Misunderstandings follow—yet in the end, truth wins, love returns, and she finally builds a free, happy life with him and their children.

To save his terminally ill younger brother, impoverished basketball prodigy Anderson accidentally wanders into the private testing lab of wealthy heir Campbell. Forced to sign an exclusive, high-value contract, he finds himself trapped in a series of bizarre physical compatibility tests. Convinced he's completely straight, Anderson is repeatedly betrayed by his own body's honest reactions, believing he's fallen into an attraction he never asked for. What he doesn't know is that Campbell, who originally intended nothing more than to tame and control him, is gradually losing control himself. Captivated by Anderson's untamed spirit and fierce resistance, the hunter slowly becomes the one being conquered.