Myoui Mina is a famous actress living in Los Angeles. She's destined to be the next It Girl of America, winning the hearts of thousands if not millions Worldwide. All but one who isn't one for the big screen and flashing cameras. Son Chaeyoung hated the sun. She hated the sand between her toes and the entitled influencers that grew in her presence. For her, Myoui Mina was just another snob behind the scenes of every film she hated. But she only thought this as she didn't know when the stars aligned, who the Myoui Mina truly was behind the camera. Can she grow to appreciate the girl or hate her for everything she truly believed she was?

Son chaeyoung is the girl crush of the school every girl In the school likes her except for one person, myoui Mina she has a boyfriend,and someone is jealous G!p chaeyoung

Where in Mina is one of the Princess who wants freedom and do the things all she wants to do while Chaeyoung is an aspiring painter who can't be known as a painter because of some circumstances. Found out what could happen if the two souls met.

Myōi Mina's latest book, The Girl Who Cried Wolf, has been critically panned and she is humiliated by it so she moves out to the small village of Kyoshu where she meets Son Chaeyoung, a woman with a peculiar condition that may inspire Mina to pick up the pen once more. Can their new found love survive the storm that surrounds Chaeyoung, or will the cost be too high for Mina? ____ The forest is dark and quiet, only the sounds of distant insects pierces the veil of night around me. The mist crawls quietly around me, chilling me and filling me with a feeling I haven't felt in a long time. I walk forward on bare feet, never knowing where I'm going except ahead. The dew on the grass beneath my feet is cold and slippery. The forest rumbles, a deep tremor that shakes the trees spilling leaves onto the soft down of the forest floor. I know it is close. I whirl around and it's near me, a wolf as large as a man. It stands on it's hind legs, white skin glistening in the soft light of the moon that hangs in the sky. Her eyes are light brown, her gaze pierces me in a way that I have longed for. She growls and I can smell blood on her breath. I reach out for her, to feel her as if to make sure she is real. She is. My hand feels her soft fur as it runs through it and, for only a moment, those light brown eyes soften. I can swear she whispers my name, then the bite and the scream.