• Action
  
  
• Comedy
  
  
• Ecchi
  
  
• Harem
  
  
• Romance
  
  
• Science Fiction
  
  
• School Life
  
  
• Slice of Life
  
  
• Space Opera
  
  
• Light Novel

• Alien Princess
  
  
• Alien Technology
  
  
• Harem Shenanigans
  
  
• Accidental Pervert
  
  
• Fake Relationship
  
  
• Fake Couple Becomes Real
  
  
• Tsundere Love Interest
  
  
• Kuudere Love Interest
  
  
• Yandere Elements
  
  
• Overprotective Protagonist
  
  
• Jealous Love Interests
  
  
• Exploding Inventions
  
  
• Slapstick Comedy
  
  
• Royalty in Disguise
  
  
• Inventor Protagonist
  
  
• Found Family
  
  
• Love Triangle
  
  
• Multiple Love Interests
  
  
• Weak to Strong (Emotional Growth)
  
  
• Wannabe Hero
  
  
• Hero Complex
  
  
• Misunderstandings
  
  
• Dense but Kind Male Lead
  
  
• Personal Growth
  
  
• Media Manipulation
  
  
• Relationship Drama
  
  
• Advanced Civilization
  
  
• Intergalactic Politics
  
  
• School on Another Planet
  
  
• Sister Complex
  
  
• Sibling Rivalry
  
  
• Enemies to Allies
  
  
• Ecchi Situations with Heart
  
  
• Rescues the Girl
  
  
• Secret Identity
  
  
• Space Travel
  
  
• Arranged Marriage
  
  
• Coming-of-Age
  
  
• Emotional Conflict
  
  
• Social Status Disparity
  
  
• Romantic Rivalry
  
  
• Galactic Conspiracy
  
  
• Comedy Through Chaos
  
  
• Power Imbalance (Romantic/Political)
  
  
• Protective Love Interest
  
  
• Outrageous Situations
  
  
• Unwanted Attention
  
  
• Hero’s Journey (Subverted)
  
  
• “Not a Real Couple” Trope
  
  
• High-Tech Hijinks
  
  
• Disguised Nobility
  
  
• Domestic Chaos
  
  
• Assassin Love Interest
  
  
• Over-the-Top Antics
  
  
• School Terrorist Incident
  
  
• Soft Sci-Fi Worldbuilding
  
  
• Cross-Cultural Romance
  
  
• One Guy Surrounded by Girls
  
  

Ethical Dilemma in Romance

Strobe lights flashed, overwhelming Alex’s visual perceptions. The repugnant odor from dozens of unwashed bodies invaded his olfactory senses, making him want to gag. Meanwhile, the booth that he sat in was covered in grime, which he could feel even through his cloak.

The dive he found himself in was in the lower part of Mars City, which, like most bars of the lower city, contained humanity’s filth. Decadent slobs that didn’t know the words “common decency” covered every nook and cranny. He didn’t know what was worse—the shadiness of the people present, or how they gawked at the half-naked women dancing around poles on a stage in the center of the room.

Glancing at one of those women out of the corner of his eye, Alex cringed with guilt. Every time he saw them, dancing there half-naked, with their breasts jiggling around, he felt ashamed of himself. The problem, he concluded, was because the sight aroused him. He hated himself for feeling that way.

To get his mind off the sight, Alex tapped a few buttons on his wristband. A holographic image appeared in the air. It was of a man with pale skin, red eyes, spiky hair, pointy ears, and a large scar running down the left side of his face. His name was Andre Killick. He was the leader of a gang that called themselves the Black Panthers.

Who names their gang after a mammalian animal from Earth? And aren’t jaguars the ones that are supposed to be black?

Regardless of how dumb the name was, the man and his gang were not to be underestimated. A group that was as violent as they came, rumor had it that they were involved in all manner of illicit activities, including drug smuggling, slave trading, and even assassination…

… Of course, these were all rumors spread by the gang members themselves, who were, according to reports, boisterous and idiotic. Intelligence claimed that they were nothing but petty crooks who liked to vandalize other people’s property.

Alex, as a cadet training to become a member of the Interstellar Police Force, had been dispatched to ascertain the location of this criminal. Andre’s last sighting had been at this bar.

I can’t believe they’re making me do this. Everyone knows I’m no good at stakeouts.

That hadn’t stopped them from giving him this assignment. He would’ve liked to have something else, like busting up a criminal organization or rescuing hostages from a terrorist cell. It was too bad that cadets like him weren’t given anything more dangerous than this.

I guess it can’t be helped.

He turned off the hologram and looked up, searching the bar again—and doing his best to ignore the half-naked women. Was the man they sought still here? If Andre were smart, he would have already left. Surely even a petty gang leader was intelligent enough to realize that the IPF wouldn’t put up with his criminal activities forever.

As the thought crossed his mind, a figure emerged from the stairwell on the opposite side of the room. Pale skin. Spiky black hair. A scar running down his cheek. Pointy ears. Red eyes. He wore red leather pants and a jacket of the same color. It was Andre.

… This man is an idiot.

Putting a finger to his ear, Alex activated his headset. “This is Alexander S. Ryker, ID 22B614V, reporting. I’ve spotted the target.”

“Roger that,” a female voice said from the other end. “Remember, your job is only to watch him. Don’t try to apprehend him on your own—and for the love of Mars, don’t do something that’ll blow your cover!”

“I know that,” Alex groused. “I’m not new to this, Commander. I know how to do my job.”

“Your track record says otherwise,” came the dry response.

Alex winced. “That was a low blow.”

“If it keeps you from acting out of line… Anyway, several officers are on the way. Keep an eye on the target and make sure he doesn’t go anywhere.”

“I understand,” Alex said. “I’ll keep an—uh-oh.”

“‘Uh-oh’? What ‘uh-oh’? Alex, I don’t like the sound of your ‘uh-oh.’”

Alex and Andre stared at each other. The other man’s eyes were wide, practically bulging from their sockets as if he had witnessed a supernatural phenomenon. Could he see through Alex’s cloak? Impossible. Even if he could, there should have been no way for him to know who Alex was. Despite that, Andre was looking at him like he’d seen a destroyer-class cruiser heading on a collision course with him.

“I think he spotted me,” Alex said, seconds before Andre bolted for the door. “Damn it, he’s running!”

“I can’t believe this! All right. Alex, you stay there! We’ll send a squadron to your location ASAP!”

“Screw that! He’s going to get away if I don’t do something!”

“Alex, I don’t want you doing anything reckless! Do you hear me? Don’t—”

Alex shut off his communicator and leaped to his feet. He had been planning to bolt for the door, but just as he was about to break into a sprint, the music stopped, and several people who’d looked like regular patrons suddenly blocked his path. There were many he didn’t recognize, but there were also quite a few that he did. They were members of Andre’s Black Panther gang.

“Heh, if it ain’t the po-lice!” a man with swept-back blond hair exclaimed. His shades glinted in the low lighting. Alex wondered why this idiot was wearing shades indoors. “I bet you’ve come to arrest us, amma right? Didja really think you could just swoop in here like some kind of hero and—grrggglbl!!”

Alex grinned as he felt the man’s face cave underneath his knuckles. His punch sent the blond male sprawling into a table, knocking it over and sending the drinks on it flying into the faces of two other patrons.

“Correction!” Alex boomed. “I am not a police officer. I’m just a cadet. But that’s not gonna stop me from kicking your ass!”

A moment of silence. Then…

“You little shit!” one of the men roared.

Grabbing the blond by the throat and lifting him into the air, the giant man tossed him at Alex. He ducked, and the man sailed into a crowd of bystanders behind him. Like a set of dominos stacked together, more and more people became embroiled in combat, until there wasn’t a single person who wasn’t fighting.

Alex ducked underneath a punch, feeling the fist ruffle his hair. At the same time, he pressed his hands to the ground, fingers splayed, and mule-kicked one of his attackers who’d come up behind him. His feet hit their chest with a wham! As that person flew through the air, he skipped up and unleashed an uppercut at the person that had attempted to punch him. Pain shot through his knuckles, but that was secondary to the satisfaction he felt at taking down another thug.

He heard movement behind him. Alex spun around, redirecting a fist that was sailing toward his head. He grabbed the forearm of the man that the fist belonged to, then pulled the man into his knee. The man doubled over. Spittle flew from his mouth. Alex yanked him up by his hair, twisted him around, and kicked him into someone that was trying to sneak up behind him.

Duck. Twist. Punch. Kick.

The world around him was a chaotic throng of combat. Pandemonium rang out like gambling addicts were prone to when they won the lottery. Alex kicked someone in the stomach, using their doubled-over posture to play leapfrog on their backs. He extended his legs and kicked two more people in the face while still in mid-air.

Someone else tried to hit him as he landed on the ground, but he sidestepped, feeling the wind rush past him. Then he gripped their forearm and slammed his elbow into their elbow joint. A loud crunch! echoed as the man screamed; his elbow was bent at an angle that human joints shouldn’t be able to bend.

I need to do something about this.

He hadn’t come here to fight gangs. He’d come here to arrest Andre. Valuable time was being wasted playing with these idiots.

Reaching into his cloak, Alex dug around as he dodged several punches coming in from multiple directions. He finally found what he was looking for and pulled it out. It was a small device, circular, with a little button on top. Pressing the button while knuckle-punching some poor sap in the throat, Alex tossed the object into the air and ran like hell. He burst out of the building just as a concussive shockwave from inside blew the doors off their hinges. Looking back, he felt a drop of sweat trail down his face as he realized something.

I don’t think my concussion grenade was supposed to be that powerful… He pondered that for a second before coming to a conclusion. Maybe using a miniature version of my pulse generator was a bad idea.

Shrugging, Alex decided to think on that later. He had a crook to catch.

The lower city was a bizarre place. It was referred to as such because another city had been built on top of it. Since it was technically the “middle” section of Mars City, the lower city consisted of numerous crosswalks and subsections. Walkways branched out into even more walkways, which merged and twisted with no sense of aesthetics as if they’d been built randomly. It was easy to get lost in a place like this.

Despite that, finding Andre wasn’t hard. The man hadn’t gone far from the bar. Alex thought it was because Andre had assumed that his gang would be enough to defeat him. He felt smug satisfaction when the man’s eyes bulged like a pair of dishboard pucks. They stared at each other for a second longer before Andre spun and ran away.

That’s right, you’d better run.

Alex chased after the man through the lower city, weaving through people, banking around corners, and hopping over objects. It didn’t matter how far Andre ran. Like circuits on a board, Alex remained glued to his tail.

His headset crackled to life. “Alexander S. Ryker! I’ve just received several reports of a massive explosion happening at your location! What the hell are you doing?!”

Groaning, Alex answered. “Can we talk later?” He jumped over a fallen trash collector. “I’m chasing after a criminal right now.”

“No! We will not talk about this later! Cease chasing the target and return to base! This mission has gone FUBAR!”

Alex swerved around a vagabond, ducked underneath a shuttle that came too close, then wall-ran to avoid several pedestrians. “You know I can’t do that. If I let this man get away, he’s going to hurt more people.”

“The police will handle him!”

“The police aren’t here. I am. I’m going to catch him.”

“No, you’re not! Return to—”

Alex hung up. “Geez, Commander. Have a little more faith in me.”

Seeing how Andre had pulled ahead because he’d been busy talking, Alex reached into his cloak and pulled out a cylindrical object that was a quarter of a meter in length. Flicking a switch with his thumb activated the device. Luminescent electron particles extended from the tube-like end, lengthening and becoming flexible. This was one of Alex’s inventions. He called it the electro-whip.

Lashing out, the whip extended far more than it would have if it had been composed of physical materials. It struck the ground next to Andre’s feet. The man he was chasing squealed and ran faster. Alex clicked his tongue.

Don’t think you can get away from me!

Andre had turned around another corner. Alex followed him—then skidded to a halt. Andre was gone.

After scanning the vicinity, he found Andre flying away on a transport shuttle. The man must have had it waiting for him in case he was caught. Growling when Andre looked back and blew him a raspberry, Alex turned off his electro-whip and attached it to his belt. He rushed to the edge of the walkway and leaped off just as another vehicle passed by underneath him.

“IIYAAAAAA!” the woman sitting in the pilot seat screamed as Alex landed on her windshield.

“Whoa!” Alex shouted as the vehicle swerved. He almost slid off, but he jammed his fingers into a crease in the framework and held on for dear life.

Alex’s hair was whipped into a frenzy, flying everywhere and getting in his eyes. Inside the vehicle, the woman continued to shriek, which he could hear over the howling wind. Holding onto the shuttle with one hand, he reached into a holster strapped to his thigh and pulled out his cadet identification badge. He flashed the woman a grin as he showed her the badge.

“Excuse me!” he called out to the woman. “I’m sorry to drop in on you unannounced, but would you mind if I temporarily commandeered your shuttle?! I’m chasing after a criminal!”

The woman must not have heard him.

She continued to scream.

Step-by-Step Guide to Sideload EPUB Files Purchased from Shopify onto Kindle

Amazon now supports EPUB files on Kindle, but you need to send them through Send to Kindle or convert them. Follow these steps to get your EPUB books on your Kindle.

Method 1: Send to Kindle (Recommended)

Amazon now allows you to send EPUB files directly to your Kindle via email or the Send to Kindle app.

Step 1: Find Your Kindle Email Address

Go to Amazon → Manage Your Content & Devices (Link).

Click the Devices tab.

Select your Kindle device and note the "Send-to-Kindle Email" (e.g., yourname@kindle.com).

Step 2: Send EPUB to Kindle via Email

Open your email client (Gmail, Outlook, etc.).

Compose a new email to your Send-to-Kindle Email.

Attach the EPUB file you purchased.

Send the email. Amazon will convert it and deliver it to your Kindle.

Alternative: Use the "Send to Kindle" App

Download the Send to Kindle App (PC, Mac).

Drag and drop the EPUB file into the app.

Select your Kindle and send it.

Method 2: USB Transfer (For Advanced Users)

This method requires converting the EPUB to Kindle’s MOBI or AZW3 format.

Step 1: Convert EPUB to MOBI or AZW3

Download Calibre (Link).

Open Calibre and add your EPUB file.

Click Convert books → Choose MOBI or AZW3 as the output format.

Click OK to convert.

Step 2: Transfer to Kindle via USB

Connect your Kindle to your PC/Mac using a USB cable.

Open the Kindle folder in File Explorer (Windows) / Finder (Mac).

Drag and drop the converted file into the Documents folder.

Eject your Kindle, and your book will appear in your library.

Bonus: Use a Third-Party App

Apps like Send to Kindle for Android/iOS or Readwise Reader can also sync EPUBs to Kindle.

Now, enjoy your book on Kindle! 📖🔥