Is Bloom County: The Complete Digital Library, Vol. 1 Worth Reading?

Lili, an orphan of the endless wars, had no one to thank aside from the old mistress who saved her from the slum alleys. Hired as a servant in the same orphanage where she grew up, Lili would learn that everything that she had believed in was nothing but a lie. In the midst of despair and hopelessness, Lili would meet a masked Duke, a mysterious man who spews fire. His first greetings, 'Will you be my wife', as stunning as his emerald-hued eyes. With the Duke on her side, the hidden clues about Lili's true identity slowly unveiled themselves, one secret at a time. And before the couple even knew it, the abyss had already dragged them into the true world of power and lies. A story of a possessive dragon duke and his mischievous flowery wife.

In Gangnam, Seoul's district known for it's wealth and glamour, a series of mysterious disappearances and brutal murders occurs. The criminal is quickly called by public the 'Cherry Blossom Reaper' because of his choice for young, beautiful women and fact, that the day after the kidnapping, in the place of the disappearance, he leaves a small bouquet made of artificial cherry blossoms, slightly sprinkled with the victim's blood. When the daughter of the well-known fashion house CEO disappear, the case is transferred to Kim Soo Min, a female detective from Seoul's Investigation Departament. But as it turns out, the case is not easy to solve, even for such a talented detective as her. The list of suspects is getting longer and evidence does not clearly indicate any of them. [ IMPORTANT: This story is entirely fictional, just like its characters. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. ]

At the beginning of the story Prince Yamato is on a mission to defeat the rebels that terrorize the countryside. Local warlords led by Minamoto family, their representative Minamoto Yorimoto, plan to replace the ruling house Nakatomi with one of their choosing. The plans are set. Prince Yamato waits in the Midwinter Town. In the meantime, Fujiwara Fuhito has his own problems to deal with. Like in every other place in the country, bandits roam in his hold. A mysterious figure slowly walks through a mysterious forest. That figure is Kazuma, a man that runs from his past, try to live the present and hoping for a better future.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker.

First Book of Ring Series. "Each flower is unique in its way. The eye of a gardener needs to appreciate its pleasantness and uniqueness. " In a nation called The Ring, where magic, power, vampires, werewolves, and any other magical creatures existed, was divided into four places- Seacrest, Cansona

Every year, the village had to choose a girl of age to become the Blossom Bride. The girl who was chosen would be sent into the cave as the village god’s wife. She would spend the entire night with him. If she came out alive, she would be honored for the rest of her life as a village elder. Any child she bore was said to be blessed, destined for a life of effortless fortune. If she died, the village would simply wait for the next year, when another Blossom Bride would be chosen. The blessing of the Blossom Bride was believed to pass on to her parents and elders as well. However, no one wanted to be chosen. To escape the ritual, families quietly left the village, one after another. I was the only one who volunteered. I had a lust problem, and I had always wondered what it would feel like to be with a god.