Everyone at Crestfall fears the anonymous website exposing the school's darkest secrets meanwhile Jiwoo fears getting close to the wrong person. Riki fears becoming exactly what everyone already thinks he is.Some stories are written to reveal the truth. Others are written to hide it.

"Dancing in the Storm" is about a young couple who used to be in love, but have since broken up. Both are heading to a big dance competition over the weekend, but end up traveling together by chance. Due to delays, they get stuck in a storm on the way and have to stop at a small hotel. There's only one room left, and it has one bed. Spending the night together brings back old feelings, unresolved issues, and a lingering attraction, making them face their past and figure out if they still have a future together. This is a novella, approximately 22,000 words.

「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Liliana swore off F1 drivers after a situationship gone wrong-until Ni-ki, the coldest racer on the grid, offers her a fake relationship she should have said no to.」 ▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄ Lily sighed, the sound heavy. She turned her head slightly to meet his gaze, her voice barely a whisper. "What the heck are we doing? "You tell me," he said, his voice now a low, dangerous murmur, like a blade wrapped in velvet. The words cut, precise and cold. "You're the one who keeps insisting this is casual." "Because it is casual. We made a deal. That's precisely what this is." "Right," he scoffed, the sound a sharp, brittle shard of irony. "A deal. With carefully managed timelines and choreographed fake flirting and matching outfits and-whatever this is." He gestured vaguely at the small, white flower still tucked innocently behind her ear, its delicate petals stark against her dark hair. "You're the one who initiated this, Ni-ki. You wanted this." "Yeah, well, maybe I didn't think it would feel so-" He stopped himself abruptly, jaw clenching, his gaze darting away as if the very words he was about to speak were a betrayal. "Forget it." "No, say it," she challenged, the words slipping out, propelled by a dangerous curiosity before she could even register them. "You want me to spell it out, Liliana?" he asked, looking back at her now, his head shaking slowly, a profound, aching regret etched into his sharp features. "We were supposed to fake-date to distract the media and make some exes jealous. Not end up sneaking into each other's heads at night." "You think I wanted that? You think I asked for this?" "You shouldn't," he snapped, rising to his feet as well, his proximity suddenly stifling, overwhelming. "Not if it's casual, remember?" "Maybe you're right," she said quietly. She brushed past him, the contact brief, electric, yet she kept m

sori moves to seoul for dance quiet, focused, alone. then she meets ni-ki. distant, unreadable, and far too captivating. in a story of late-night practices, silent glances, and slow steps toward something unknown, sori begins to realize that maybe dance isn't the only thing she came here to find.

Off Stage follows Riki, a member of the popular K-pop group Enhypen, who is tormented by tabloids and serious allegations. The group arrives in London for a series of concerts, but amidst the chaos, Riki seeks a break from it all. In search of some peace, he retreats to the hotel bar, where he unexpectedly meets Ava, who is in the city on a business trip. Their unexpected meeting quickly turns into a deeper connection, as they both start opening up and sharing their most personal thoughts and feelings. A short story, 13500 words.

One night. Just mojitos and a messy kiss. She wasn't supposed to see him again- But fate has a twisted sense of humor. Now they're best friends who flirt too much, fight too loud, and fall into bed way too often. No strings, no labels. Just feelings they pretend don't exist.

⇝ "Fine. You want to settle this? Let's race." Once best friends, now, they're rivals, and everything they've buried resurfaces on the track. After everything, they start to re-connect again. Are they going to be able to keep up the hating game, or admit?

You cross the rooftop, heart thundering. "Who sent this?" you demand, holding up the paper. "Why here?" He turns at last. His storm-gray eyes catch the last of the sun. "I did," he admits. "I needed to talk where no one else could listen." The space between you narrows. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, uncertain whether to be angry or relieved. "About what?" He hesitates, then steps closer. The city lights blink on beneath you. "About trust." Your jaw tightens. "You expect me to trust you after all that's happened?"

Lee Erin lives by one rule: don't fall in love. It's foolproof-until Nishimura Riki, her brother's insufferably charming best friend, makes it his mission to turn her quiet life into his personal comedy show. Stealing her snacks? Check. Teasing her at school? Daily. Smirking at her murder glares? Absolutely. For Ni-ki, annoying Erin is a sport, and her frustration is his trophy. When her meddling mom tries to set her up with the "perfect" but brooding son of a family friend, Erin makes a desperate move-fake-dating Ni-ki. He agrees, but of course, he doesn't make it easy. Between staged hand-holding and not-so-fake flirting, Erin finds herself laughing more than glaring. And Ni-ki? He might just be falling for the girl who swore she'd never fall for anyone. It started as a fake relationship, but is their love-hate dynamic turning into something dangerously real? Or will Erin stick to her rule and break both their hearts?