A PR company specializes in fake celebrity relationships. Every new celebrity brings another ridiculous romance. Meanwhile the two employees running the company hate each other.

Mira wakes up in a bed she has never seen, wearing a wedding dress she did not choose, married to the High King of the Winter Court. He is taller than any man has a right to be, eyes the color of a frozen river, and absolutely furious that the bride contract has bound him to a mortal he has never met. He was promised someone else. Mira went to sleep in her apartment in Brooklyn. By Fae law she cannot leave the court until the moon turns. By Fae law he cannot harm her either, though he very clear

1893, a storm-bitten lighthouse off the Cornish coast. New keeper Margery — sent away from London for "unsuitable affection", finds the previous keeper drowned and the light still burning. The witch who lives in the sea below the rocks has been waiting two hundred years for a bride who'll keep the lamp lit. A gothic sapphic romance about exile, devotion, and the geometry of saltwater love.

Twenty-two-year-old Ken is a community college dropout living in a 12-square-meter Tokyo apartment with no working stove. A lawyer in a thousand-dollar suit knocks on his door and informs him his estranged grandmother - whom he last saw at age four - has died and left him controlling stake in the country's oldest confectionery empire. The catch: a 1923 trust clause requires the heir to marry into one of the four founding rival families within ninety days or the entire holding dissolves

Iris Lee is the NYPD Major Cases division's consultant on art-related crime. She has a PhD in art history she barely references, a desk at One Police Plaza she rarely sits at, and a business card that mostly opens doors at galleries, auction houses, and the back rooms of museums after closing. Each issue is a new case in the city's vast and very strange art world. A Basquiat surfaces at a flea market that has no business holding it. A Madison Avenue gallerist is murdered the night before her big

A romance-novel editor dies at her desk and wakes inside the worst manuscript she ever rejected, cast as the villainess slated for execution in the final chapter. She is the only one alive who has read the whole book, so she weaponizes its plot holes against her own scripted doom. But every time she derails the story, the narrative drags her back toward the gallows. Her only escape is to rewrite the ending into something genuinely good before the last page, and the one variable she cannot predict is the second male lead the author abandoned half-written. CHARACTERS SHOULD BE EXTREMELY ATTRACTIVE.

A nurse at a $4M-per-year longevity clinic for tech billionaires starts documenting what the treatments actually do to bodies over time. Drawn in the cool, neutral style of medical textbook illustrations, which makes the body horror much worse. Each client gets one full-page anatomical plate per chapter.

Thomas Estrada, an urban surveyor desperately avoiding his collapsing personal life, is cataloging a dead mall for demolition when he leans unsteadily against a maintenance door. Instead of opening into a hallway, the wood gives way, and he falls completely through the fabric of reality. He lands with a wet thud on damp, monochromatic yellow carpet. The air smells of old, stale ozone. Above him, rows of flickering fluorescent lights buzz with a brain-drilling hum. He has 'noclipped' into the Backrooms: an endless, non-linear purgatory of transitional office architecture utterly scrubbed of human presence, where the only exits lead deeper into impossible geometry. Thomas’s desperate WANT is to map a way back to the physical world before starvation or the shadowy aberrations stalking the corridors claim him. But the Backrooms themselves act as a hungry, anesthetic opposing force—a dimension that preys on psychic exhaustion, weaponizing nostalgia and isolation. It offers him infinite quiet rooms where he never has to face the messy, painful reality he left behind. To survive, Thomas must confront his underlying NEED to stop emotionally isolating himself from his own life, a psychological detachment that made him perfectly attuned to this dimension of utter abandonment in the first place. When life becomes overwhelmingly painful, is the peace of absolute, unchanging isolation a sanctuary or a tomb? Beyond the creeping paranoia, the narrative explores the modern terror of dissociation. Thomas's journey alongside fellow trapped wanderer Jessica Sullivan forces him to choose between surrendering to the numbing, infinite safety of the lonely void, or fighting tooth and nail to reclaim a flawed reality that actually hurts.

A warm, fast, banter-heavy romantic comedy set on Aria Street, a gentrifying food district in a coastal city. Lena Park, 29, is a sharp, proud, flour-dusted cook barely keeping Halmoni's the Korean comfort-food truck she inherited from her late grandmother alive. Her world tips over when Marco Reyes, 31, a charming, social-media-famous chef with forearm tattoos and a hidden Michelin-kitchen past, parks his flashy fusion truck Flux directly across the street from her. What starts as an all-ou

The kingdom's most feared sorceress hires an idealistic knight to protect her from the countless heroes trying to kill her, forcing sworn enemies to slowly fall in love while questioning who's really the villain.

A professional matchmaker has an incredible success rate......except with herself.Every client teaches her something about love while she unknowingly falls for the investigative journalist trying to expose her business.

In a Tokyo backstreet, a former hitman runs a tiny ramen counter for the underworld. Four stools. No menu. The rule: if you sit, you tell him one true thing about a job you did, and he decides whether you eat or whether you don't leave. Each issue is one customer, one story, one bowl. A noir-shonen hybrid about confession, hunger, and the broth of regret told mostly through flashbacks.