Vampire's Mate #3 Wonwoo loves his life. He has his family, his friends, and a successful freelance career at just twenty-three. The only thing missing? His monster. The one Wonwoo has seen in his dreams for the past five years. Wonwoo doesn't know much about the enigmatic man from his visions, but he doesn't need to. He knows enough. He knows they belong together. Vampire Mingyu x Prophetic Dreamer Wonwoo

Vampire's Mate #2 Seungcheol has never been great with his emotions. His disastrous personal life is evidence enough of that. Returning to be a doctor in his small hometown was supposed to bring him closer to his family, not push them even further away. He's been slowly working to repair the mistakes he's made, but his efforts aren't made any easier by the new existence of vampires in his world. Especially one pesky, annoyingly beautiful vampire in particular. ICU Doctor Seungcheol x Vampire Jeonghan

Vampire's Mate #1 Joshua is used to fending for himself. Working nonstop as an ER nurse to pay for his mother's care, he's been putting his own life on hold since he can remember. But when an unbelievably hot, strangely intense man saves him from a mugging, Joshua has a feeling everything is about to change. Especially when that man suddenly pops out a pair of fangs. Vampire Seokmin x ER Nurse Joshua

Jeonghan picks up the note as he turns around to look but pouts in dismissal when he finds no one else other than Seungcheol and a few customers present in the library. However, a shy smile makes its way onto his face as he opens the note yet again. "Darling, you're perfect." - CS #1 in notes #4 in carats #4 in Seoksoo #6 in jeongcheol

Mafia Jeonghan and Detective Seungcheol play a dangerous game of cat and mouse. "You want to beat me? At that moment, you just lost."

"I think Daddy hates me," Jeonghan frowns looking at the ten-year-old child sitting beside him on the swing. The child tightly held a crumpled white paper in his hand, trying to wipe away the tears streaming down his cheeks. "Why?" Jeonghan asked. "He keeps hiding me," the child replied. --- Jeonghan is determined to teach Seungcheol how to be a good parent, even though that's the only thing he lacked in his own childhood.

"Just so you know," Seungcheol grunts, his voice laced with frustration, "I'm only putting up with you because of my mother. Nothing else." He forcefully pushes down on the accelerator, the car lurching forward. Jeonghan, ever the tease, smirks and playfully buckles his seatbelt. "Aw, sucks," he drawls, his tone dripping with faux disappointment. "I thought we would make such a cute couple, Cheollie." The engine roars to life as the car starts moving. --- Seungcheol had finally managed to find someone willing to play the role of his fake husband for the family gathering, a desperate attempt to save himself from the constant nagging of his family members who were determined to see him married. But the truth was, Seungcheol couldn't stand Jeonghan.

Joshua didn't understand when it happened, but he was happy that it did. Being left alone at his own wedding, and to save him the embarrassment when his father asked for the brown-haired smiley man to marry Joshua, Joshua didn't like it. He wanted to go back home and end himself, but he didn't, and he's glad that he didn't. That's how he met Lee Seokmin, his husband, the love of his life. The man who loves him more than anything, who is ready to pluck out the stars from the sky if Joshua asked him to. The man who brings him flowers, who kisses him as if he's the only man he wants to kiss. The man who Joshua loves.

BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.

BOOK #4 He didn't walk into my life - he bled into it. Like smoke curling under locked doors, like rot blooming behind a smile. They say the Devil knocks. But Soonyoung never needed to. He found the cracks in me, the ones I sealed with silence and stitched with obedience, and whispered through them like a hymn - dark, low, addictive. He calls me little heart, like I'm something fragile he plans to keep broken. And I keep coming back, not because I'm brave - but because I've forgotten the taste of salvation. And damnation, when it wears his face, feels almost holy. ---- I never wanted heaven. Too clean. Too quiet. Give me the boy who flinches at kindness and claws at cruelty like it's the only language he knows. Give me Jihoon. My little heart with iron in his spine and rot tucked behind his ribs. He thinks he can outrun the dark - sweet thing hasn't realized I am the dark. And I've already wrapped my hands around his throat, not to hurt him - but to make sure he never leaves. He prays. I answer. Every time, in blood, in fire, in a love so sharp it cuts both ways.