Manga Scripts

Hera seorang siswi SMA berbadan gendut, mukanya berjerawat, dan berkulit sawo matang. Walaupun begitu, tetapi dia pintar. Dia menyukai salah satu pria tampan di kelasnya namun cintanya bertepuk sebelah tangan. Di sekolah mau pun di luar sekolah dia selalu mengalami body shaming oleh teman temannya terutama sekelompok gadis yang berada di sekolahnya dan juga orang orang sekitar karena fisiknya. Dia bertekat untuk kurus dan mempercantik dirinya agar tidak mengalami body shaming lagi oleh orang orang. Dalam melakukan hal itu, dia di support oleh seseorang yang dia tidak dia bayangkan sebelumnya akan mendukungnya sejauh itu. Siapakah dia? ...

"Mars adalah pria, Venus adalah wanita. Mereka dipisahkan oleh Bumi dan Bumi adalah sebuah keegoisan."Seratus tahun kedepan, Bumi akan sesak dan penuh oleh umat manusia. Akhirnya pemerintah memutuskan memisahkan pria dan wanita di planet yang berbeda untuk mengurangi laju pertumbuhan. Namun, mereka tidak sadar bahwa mereka sudah melanggar hukum alam. Mereka mencoba memperbaiki segalanya, tetapi segalanya tak akan berjalan dengan mudah. Umat manusia yang sudah dipisahkan dan tinggal di planet yang berbeda, memiliki pemikiran yang berbeda pula.Penduduk Mars adalah makhluk yang menghargai kekuasaan, keterampilan, efisiensi dan prestasi. Sementara wanita adalah makhluk yang menghargai cinta, komunikasi, hubungan dan lingkungan. Sifat yang saling berbeda, harus bisa bersatu tanpa berubah.

"Maybe you should spank me. I've been very, very, very naughty, sir." He chuckled, watching me go on all fours, in the middle of his office as he sat at his desk, typing away on an electronic keyboard. "You have, Miss Lenora," he smirked. "And I'm beginning to think my punishment has been too light Biting my lips like a puppy begging for a treat, I loved the sound of his voice dripping like honey. He leaned back into his chair and returned to his work, "Now get out. I've got test scripts to mark." Lenora's world crumbles when the man she has a sizzling passion for rejects her for her sister. Heartbroken, she escapes the painful situation by enrolling at Eldridge College, a distant university where she wouldn't have to face her backstabbing sister and the sexy-as-hell Professor CJ who tore her heart into shreds. What will happen when she's in her lecture hall and sees the new professor walk in, the same man who shattered her heart? Ignore her uncontrollable lust for him by pretending that he doesn't exist, or risk everything, defying the grave consequences and surrendering to the irresistible charm that CJ possesses.

Elizabeth struggled to find her place in the world. After her father and mother’s separation, she found it hard to let anyone into her life and it got worse when her mother suddenly fixed her marriage 2 Years after her divorce. Uncomfortable with the decision, Elizabeth is forced to move with her mother to New Jersey to start a new life with her newly found family that she was totally unaware of. Moving in, Elizabeth is met with Shakar. The egocentric and manners less heir of the Manga(Her stepfather) who already harbored so much hate in him for Elizabeth before he even met her. In a whole new world, Elizabeth Is faced with challenges with a wounded heart of pain that was constantly being tortured by her new brother Shakar. What happens when hatred slowly turns to a beautiful dawn of hope? Will Elizabeth be able to turn hell into her beautiful habitat? Or will she lose herself trying to fix what isn’t broken?

Crimson Bloomed: Ascend Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | Coming - of - Age | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Burn The city looked like it had been devoured — chewed up by fire, time, and whatever came after — then spit back out in jagged pieces. Dead drones dangled from power lines like rusted ornaments. Neon signs flickered above fractured pavement, their broken scripts glitching into gibberish. Down the block, a half - melted smartcar burned slow, casting warped shadows across the skeletal remains of a coffee bar. Behind a crumpled tram car, someone crouched low, breath tight in her lungs. The shrieking hadn’t stopped. It came again — sharp, bone-deep, the kind of sound that latched onto your spine and refused to let go. She checked the signal jammer at her hip. Still blinking. Still active. Not for long. They were tracking her. She moved fast — boots silent over broken glass, slipping through the breach in an old laundromat’s wall. Her body moved from muscle memory now: slide through, duck left, over the washer, don’t look at the corpse slumped by the dryer. Out the back. Up the fire escape. On the rooftop, she halted. Not alone. Someone was already there — silhouetted against the bleeding sunset. Combat jacket. Short - cropped hair. Pulse rifle slung casually over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. Like this was just another rooftop, just another war. “Don’t move,” the voice snapped. She lifted her hands slowly. “I’m clean.” “Everyone says that.” “Scan me.” beat. Then the girl stepped forward, rifle still raised but gaze locked in. Dark eyes, sharp, searching — not just for weapons, but tells. Fear. Lies. She lowered the rifle half an inch. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” That wasn’t the line she expected.