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This is the first book the second is CHASE ME IF YOU DARE coming out in a few months ALLURA'S POV The rain fell like shattered glass, each drop a cruel echo of a life stolen. My grand mansion, a mausoleum of broken promises, stood silent witness to the ruin within. They stripped me bare—my fortune, my name, my very breath—leaving me a ghost in yellowed silk, haunting the halls of my own undoing. Love, I once called it, this desperate, clinging devotion to a man named Magnus. He called it a ticket. He called it a lie. And in the crimson-soaked humiliation of his study, as my best friend giggled naked beside him, I knew the bitter truth: my heart, once shattered, had turned to stone. Cast out, a pawn in a game I never chose, I ran. Through the opulent corridors of a stranger's hell, a desperate escape under the blare of alarms and the frantic cries of a dozen men. Just when fate seemed to close its fist around my throat, I stumbled. Not into freedom, but into another cage. A dark, unguarded doorway that swallowed me whole, only to spit me out into the blinding glare of a gun muzzle pressed against my skull. “Who sent you?” a voice, low and dangerous, growled from the shadows. He was impossibly tall, a silhouette of menace and raw power. I was a casualty, a bargaining chip from a life he despised, yet when my lips met his in a desperate, defiant plea for survival, a strange current sparked between us. A fierce, consuming fire that consumed the world. The bullets came next, a rat-tat-tat of death from an unseen drone. He moved like a predator, a blur of instinct and lethal grace, tearing apart the mechanical hunter with a blaster gun that seemed a natural extension of his will. We were a storm of violence and unexpected proximity, two souls thrust together by the whims of a chaotic world. He was a paradox—a brutal protector, a man who spoke of flaying skin, yet looked at me with an intensity that burned through the mask of calculated indifference. We signed the contract under the cold, assessing gaze of lawyers and shadows. My new name: Samantha Rowling. My new role: his comatose fiancée. My new purpose: to be his shield, his weapon, his other half in a world where power was currency and revenge, an art. "I'm only going to marry Samantha when she wakes up," he’d gritted, slamming his hand on the table. But as I looked at the picture of the woman who shared my face, a mirror image with darker hair and a life I was meant to steal, I knew a deeper truth. He saw not just a shield, but a spark. And I, in him, saw the forge to temper my vengeance. Magnus. He thought he had won. He thought he had broken me. But beneath the polished facade of Samantha, a storm was brewing. A hunger for retribution, sharpened by an unexpected, dangerous alliance. He would learn that some debts are paid in blood, and some hearts, once stolen, return as unforgiving steel. Magnus is going to get what's coming to him.
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The Names... RIYURA SHIKO! - 名前は…リユラ・シコ!

Some people perform joy so completely that nobody notices they’re drowning until the water is already over their head—and Riyura Shiko has turned that performance into an art form. Fifteen years old, purple-haired, red bow-tied, and explosively cheerful in the specific way of someone who learned early that being cheerful was safer than being honest, Riyura arrives at Jeremy High not as a normal transfer student—but as a walking thunderclap in a school uniform. Officially, he’s there for a “fresh start” after an incident involving pudding, a ferret, and one tragically heroic trampoline. Unofficially, he’s there because wherever Riyura goes, normality quietly packs its bags and leaves. Jeremy High is no ordinary school. Founded in 1876 under impossible circumstances—three suicidal teenagers, letters from a descendant who wouldn’t exist for a century, and a foundation built as much on suffering as it is on survival—it attracts the broken, the chaotic, and the unexplainable. Riyura fits in immediately… and completely disrupts everything anyway. From shouting greetings at trees to challenging athletes to dribble pineapples, from staging lunchtime operas about dumplings to turning every hallway into a stage, he floods the school with a kind of absurd, relentless energy that feels almost supernatural on its own. But beneath the chaos is something quieter. Something fragile. Because Riyura isn’t just trying to be seen—he’s trying not to disappear. Over the next four years, what unfolds is everything. Not just the ridiculous, high-energy nonsense of flying fruit and social disasters, but corruption networks, government conspiracies, psychic abilities tied to Edo-period bloodlines, time manipulation, preserved souls, and a brother who dies… and comes back? Government agents become allies. Truths unravel. The very sanctuary that saved them reveals the cost of its existence. And still—beneath all of that—the people matter most. Yakamira, sharp and analytical, alive against all odds. Miyaka, opening her pencil case every morning as an act of quiet defiance. Subarashī, scars catching the light as he declares himself to the world. Jisatsu, holding steady, fourteen months without a crisis. Pan, baking at 4 AM not because he has to—but because he chooses to. None of them are whole. All of them are trying. And together, they form something stubborn and unbreakable: a family built not from perfection, but from the refusal to let each other drown alone. Then comes graduation. Osaka. Cherry University. Cherry blossom seasons that feel too soft for everything they’ve survived. And the slow, difficult realization that surviving and living are entirely different skills. And many more characters in the main stage at that as per-usual. Riyura Shiko isn’t just the loudest person in the room. He’s the one most afraid of silence. His absurdity isn’t there to make you laugh—it’s there to overwhelm you, to push past the limits of what “normal” even means, to prove that being alive isn’t about fitting in, but about refusing to disappear. The humor isn’t clean, or even traditionally funny—it’s chaotic, excessive, and sometimes deliberately irritating. Because this story doesn’t aim to be funny. It aims to feel. Loudly. Uncomfortably. Honestly. This is the complete story of Riyura Shiko. From a teenager hiding behind a crooked bow tie and a perfectly rehearsed smile… to someone who slowly, painfully learns what genuine laughter actually feels like. From impossible walls to open skies. It costs something. It leaves something behind. Neither cancels the other out. THE NAMES… RIYURA SHIKO! - RATED MA26+. Still here. That’s always been enough. Because this series has the worst humor you could ever wish for. >;)
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