The Narrow Corridor

An accident right from when Mark Scott was in his mother's womb granted him Electric powers. His mother died from the electrocution accident and he was born prematurely. Placed in an incubator for two months, he survived. Mark's dad discovered his son had electric powers when the former was still young. A narrow escape from the American government led them to hide and settle in an African Country, Nigeria ( His late mom's country). He concealed his powers until he reached the age Seventeen, where he had to use it in a life and death situation, which almost exposed his identity. But seems he will have to use his powers again, when Nigeria and the rest of Africa is endangered by a foreign threat.

When Tina Wesley's son dies in a hospital corridor, she sits beside his empty bed. The truth about her son’s death is unraveled with a phone call that arrives and with it, the truth: the fund for the research that could have saved him was not lost. It was redirected deliberately to protect another woman's unborn child. The child her husband chose. Tina made a resolution to complete the work and to save other children suffering out there. She packs her suitcase, leaves divorce papers beside a coffee cup, and disappears. Three years later she is Dr. Tina, the pediatric specialist whose research has saved sixty thousand children. She has built a new life out of the ruins of the old one, stone by careful stone. Then her ex-husband walks through the doors of her hospital with his mistress and a sick child in their arms. And the child has the same disease as Sam. Would she forgive her ex-husband?

During the year that changed my life, my high school homeroom teacher called me to the corridor and asked if I was the heroine of the dirty scandal that shook the whole school. “I know you’re here on a scholarship because of your family’s underprivileged background, but you can’t just do anything for money!” As everyone threw me strange looks, she continued smugly, “Don’t deny it. The mole on the girl’s neck is just like yours!” I calmly wiped off the ink stain on my skin, revealing my unblemished neck. My teacher turned red in the face. Unfortunately for her, I had been reborn. This time, I was not going to fall into the same traps.

Ritian got transmigrated inside the unfortunate land of excessive trees and barren sea of Cabato. Having his journey from being a pitiful scratch to a definite catch, he was with Wenren. A martial hero who foolishly lost his sense of sight; and propriety. Together they conquered big bosses. Piercing the armor of death himself and make a narrow escape hand in hand. They promised to dedicate themselves in protecting the other. There's one crucial thing that Ritian wanted to clear about their relationship though. "Wenren, do you want to sleep with me?" "I'm not gay." Indeed, this is a difficult thing. Ritian needed to cross this non-existent barrier between them. Because even if Wenren doesn't want to, he himself kept on dreaming about it.

After three years of union, Valerie was finally pregnant with the heir to the Alpha of the Black Shadow Pack. But on their anniversary, Aaron Garth's first love returned. When he demanded to break off their mate bond, Valerie didn't hesitate. She signed the papers, turned away, tore the pregnancy report into pieces, and vanished. Until one day, a chance meeting in a hospital corridor brought them face-to-face. Aaron's control shattered at the sight of her rounded belly. He seized her wrist, his voice a hoarse, desperate growl. "Whose pup is that?" Valerie wrenched her arm free, her gaze icy. "That's none of your business. You're no longer my mate."

The Lighthouse at Black Hollow The storm came in without warning. One moment the sea beyond Black Hollow was silver and calm, and the next it was a heaving wall of iron-gray waves crashing against the cliffs. Wind screamed through the narrow streets, slamming shutters and rattling doors like impatient fists. Sixteen-year-old Mara Ellison stood at her bedroom window, heart pounding—not from the thunder, but from the light. It had flashed three times. Not lightning. The lighthouse. The old lighthouse had been dark for years.

My sister ate the half plate of mango I had left on the table and broke out in hives from her allergy. My brother stormed over, pried my mouth open, and poured the mango juice straight down my throat. "You love mangoes so much, don't you? Today you'll get your fill." The juice flooded my lungs. I choked, fighting for air as my throat swelled in agony, begging him to save me. Instead, he turned and locked me in the basement. "Betty suffered because of you, so don't expect any comfort. Stay down here and reflect on what you've done. Growing up without any real guidance. No wonder you're so vicious." Two days later, my mom remembered me. "Ralph, that's enough. Let Catherine out. If she stays there much longer, she might start resenting Betty." My dad chimed in casually, "What's the big deal? Just buy her something nice to make up for it." My spirit clung to his back, floating along with them toward the basement. I'd like to see how they were going to compensate a dead girl.

It's my third day of being a ghost, and I feel like I'm going to starve to death again. The underworld messenger takes pity on me because I'm a child and secretly tells me that people like me, who suffered grievances and died with resentment, have to stay by the sides of the people who loved us most in life. Then, we survive on their "guilt". I lower my head and narrow my eyes. I choke up and say, "You might as well just leave me to starve." My mother hated me to the core. Why would she ever be guilty over my death?

Selina Alistair, a young woman in her mid-twenties, has faced more than her fair share of hardships in life. Orphaned at a young age and cast out by her stepfather, she and her siblings were left to fend for themselves. But their struggles only multiplied when they became the target of a deadly assassin. After a narrow escape, Selina found herself in a strange, unfamiliar room, bound and gagged. With only her wits to guide her, she managed to break free and make a daring escape, and along the way, she came across a cold hearted billionaire, Lucas William. What happens when an unexpected events happened and it turned out to be that the Billionaire has something to do with the assassin? Is she safe?

On the day of our ninth wedding anniversary, I sat in the empty living room and summoned the system I had not contacted in ages. "System, help me submit an application. I've decided to leave this world." The cold, mechanical voice came through, and somehow it sounded comforting. "Understood, Harry. Your departure application has been received. The space-time corridor is being constructed. I will come to retrieve you in one week." I hummed quietly and stared at my phone screen. A family photo of three stared back. In the photo, I stood in the center holding an adorable little girl. A beautiful woman stood beside me, kissing my cheek.