A one-shot fanfiction wherein Hwang Yeji and Shin Ryujin began with a kiss on a balcony and ended up in a house full of ghosts and broken vows. Word count: 5190

In a modern world where the divine is forgotten, gods and demigods are reduced to bedtime stories and dusty folklore, Yeji, a hardworking CEO drowning in deadlines and disillusionment, escapes to an old bookshop tucked between newer, glossier buildings - a quiet place where reality has always felt a little softer. There, hidden in the spine of a weathered mythology book, is a letter. Faded ink. No stamp. No envelope. Dated over a hundred years ago. It wasn't meant for her. But it feels like it is. As she begin to read, more letters appear - not mailed, not delivered, but waiting. Each one signed by a name she thought belonged only to myth. And each one knows a little too much about her. Now, haunted by the words of someone who shouldn't exist, they're faced with a quiet unraveling.. Who wrote the letters? Why do they feel so personal? And why does it feel like they're being written... still? A SHORT FANFICTION

The Hwangs and The Shins; two bloodlines that are meant to be apart. Their families that were once allies now turned mortal enemies. What happens when one decides to drift away from histories of hatred? What if one decides to love and give it all away? What happens then?

Hwang Yeji, a widow dressed in an unconventional yet striking funeral outfit-a sleek black suit with sharp lapels, a veiled hat obscuring her face, and blood-red lips-becomes the center of scandalous whispers at the funeral of her late ex-husband, a man she was rumored never to have loved. The attendees murmur with thinly veiled suspicion, accusing her of orchestrating his death. In truth, Yeji's past with her ex-husband is shrouded in pain and manipulation. Their marriage was a façade, one built on lies and secrets. Now free from the chains of her hollow relationship, Yeji appears at the funeral not to grieve but to claim her revenge. As she glides through the crowd, her piercing gaze scans the mourners until it lands on Ryujin, her ex-husband's estranged and enigmatic daughter. Ryujin, who had always mistrusted Yeji, confronts her near the casket. The tension crackles between them as Yeji leans in close, her voice a sultry whisper: "I will inherit all your father's property and take good care of you." ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇɪʟ| G!P Ryujin

Grieving the loss of her fiancée, Ryujin wandered the dark alleys of Seoul. She came across an empty store with a dilapidated Photo Booth. After inserting a coin into the machine, Ryujin was taken back to the day Yeji died. [short story.]

Ryujin suffers from PTSD. Yeji works as a hostess. I know I need to work on my description but I don't even know the general plot of my stories. I usually just think of characters then build the story around them.

[Ryeji fanfic] If one normal day, a cat crossed your path. Would you take it home? But this is not another normal cat story. Ryujin G!P This story it's INTERSEXUAL, so if you don't like that, please don't read it. Thank you. This story it's a request from @hwangshinshipper ❤️

[Ryeji fanfic] Ryujin thought she was in love, until she meet Lucy's twin sister. Ryujin g!p +18 From Wild Tales book.

This is the longest one I wrote. This story consisted of: fluff, rape, gendbend, adult contents, drinking, breakdown, vanilla sex

[Ryeji fanfic] "Lights, camera, ACTION!" ____________________________ New Ryeji short-story🖤 Guys, you know how my stories are, so I just hope you enjoy it. Ryujin g!p