Empty Space Furniture

Sebastian Stanley has everything he has ever wanted. He is the owner of a multibillion corporation he runs alongside his brother, Simon Stanley. Still, Sebastian isn't happy because all the money in the world can't replace the empty feeling in his heart as he has yet to find his true love. He needs someone who will love him for him and not for his money. In order to find that 'real' love, he decides to disguise himself as a blue-collar worker and eventually finds the one who he believes to be the girl of his dreams. But what happens when she turns him down because she thinks he's dead broke and has no future?

Rina Reyes has one rule: never fall for a man who thinks he’s better than you. So when arrogant, know-it-all architect Dominic Delgado takes over the café space beside her small-town bookstore, sparks fly—just not the romantic kind. She’s convinced he’s the devil in designer shoes. But when a disastrous mix-up forces them to work together on a charity project, witty banter, accidental late-night confessions, and stolen glances start to blur the lines between hate and something much more dangerous—love.

Zöella Luisa loses both her job and her boyfriend in the space of a single day. She decides to look for work, but it is not as simple as it appears. A friend suggests she apply to a maid agency. The CEO of A.A.E., Alejandro Antonio has a condescending and cold demeanor toward everyone. Except for his housekeeper Marie, he's fired ten of his servants. Will Zöella be capable of tolerating Alejandro? Will she be able to keep going? No one knows that she is the granddaughter of multitycoon Señor Ricardo Cruise, and not from a poor family as they think What would happen if they discovered the truth?🤔🤔🤔

"This is the body donation agreement, Mr. Lewis. Please sign here." Joel Lewis looks at the paper before him. His hand trembles as he grips a pen. The other party can sense his hesitance. They say considerately, "Body donation is a big thing, and it's normal for people to change their minds at the last minute. You can go home and discuss this with your family—" "I've already signed it." Joel smiles bitterly. "Family" is a term that's beyond him. There's no longer any space in his wife's heart for him, after all.

Caught her boyfriend cheating in the broad daylight, Asteria was shoved and fell into a cliff. Instead of dying, she was sent into a completely different world. It was a world where all kinds of fantasy beings lived: werewolf, vampire, and luckily, there were also human. She met the rumored brutal Ancient Alpha, who claimed that she was his destined one. Under the chaos of the Vampire King who also seemed to be interested in her; confused, Asteria, unexpectedly was sent back to the modern world where she came from. The love story that crossed time and space, can they work?

Humanity has finally done it and destroyed the world. After the spread of the killer virus that no one had a cure for, countries started to fight as greed has pushed them to expand their territories. And in the process, they provoked mother nature to take a stand. The plague evolved into something that twisted and deformed humans; they were neither dead nor alive. Just walking empty husks that fed on flesh and had one purpose, killing. The supernatural were exposed to the rest of the world; as they weren't spared and got affected, too. The result of this knowledge was chaos. Instead of creating one unity, the rest of the living were fighting among themselves and the undead. The entire world turned into a big arena and it was (survival of the fittest).

Tunnels deconstructs the individual’s Romantic fascination with ‘love’ or the grammaticality of beauty. Ideally, the ‘tunnels’ in the collection are subterranean love poems from the suburban imaginary. These seemingly syntactic tunnels travel through one’s literary imagination or heterotopic dreamscapes, and while αγάπη (Greek for ‘love’) inspires these rhizomic tunnels to navigate the abysmal ‘meta-spectacle’ of gesture, language or moment of poemness, the mind like the many-colored jeepneys of Manila, where driving past roast goose restaurants in Shek Kip Mei or spotting stilt houses in Kampong Kleang, attempt to explore the transgeneric textualities of the everyday, alongside the unstructurality of time and space, the littoral and the liminal.

I fished my boyfriend from the sea. I empty my pockets to treat his amnesia, and he turns out to be a CEO when he regains his memories. Due to the disparity in our statuses, Quinn Hoffman doesn't hesitate to dump me. He says, "You're just a fishmonger. How can you be worthy of me?" He refuses to pay me back for the money I spent on his treatment. I'm backed into a corner—I need the money for my grandmother's surgery. In the end, I get tricked, and all my organs are gouged out. On the day Quinn learns of my death, he holds my belongings and refuses to let go. "You're just playing hide-and-seek, Kay! Aren't you?"

It started as a story. Just words. A fantasy, Elara wrote at night. A man she designed to be everything she craved for but never had. Marek! Obsessive. Possessive. Deadly loyal. Unapologetically hers. She never expected the knocks on her door when no one was there. The whisper of her name in an empty room. Or the scent of him. The one she only ever described in ink, lingering in her pillow. She thought she was losing her mind. Until the bruises appeared. Until her friends started disappearing. Until Marek stepped out of her pages… And smiled. Now Elara has to ask herself the one question that could shatter everything: Did she write him into existence…..or did he lure her into his?

No feelings.No lies of calling the next day, and no empty promises of not banging anyone’s mother.If I could act like I’ve never met a set of twins I screwed on the same night, thinking they were the same person, then I could do this.It was the perfect set up for a fake relationship and it was simple.We faked our smiles, we faked our laughs; hell, we even faked our love. It wasn’t real.But that kiss was anything but fake, and the orgasm was anything but pretend.Somehow my plus one had become more, and now I’m standing here with my underwear around my ankles wondering what in the hell to do next.Plus One is created by M.N. Forgy, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.