It began with a scratch, a quiet act of kindness, and a rooftop no one else visited. In a world that never gave them space to breathe, they found it in each other. A slowburn story about quiet love, growing trust, and learning how to stay.

Themes: Arranged marriage, destiny, royal alliance, Omega brotherhood, Alpha loyalty,love, protectiveness, and tension between love and duty. ---- All Imagination ( name, State name, situation, alliance, character name) everything. . . . . . . . . . .Important note to all : its complete imagination

[T4KT] Eight boys. Eight stories. Eight fates. In a world where music and the arts are banned, hope is non-existent, and passions chained up and restricted, one man has a vision in mind; a beautiful pirate ship, sails swelling in the air, riding peacefully towards the horizon. He hasn't got a crew, and the government would never allow it. But Kim Hongjoong is a determined man, and he'll do whatever it takes for his dream to come true.

jihoon can do it himself. he wants to do it alone. he doesn't need help from his lacking baby daddy. but he realizes rather quickly that it's not that simple.. • #1 in jihoon •

Kim Mingyu and Jeon Wonwoo were never meant to get along. In high school, Mingyu was the charming golden Alpha-the popular basketball ace with the world at his feet. Wonwoo was the quiet storm-the top student, the student council president, the one person Mingyu could never outshine. They clashed in the hallways, competed in every class, and pretended not to notice how their dreams secretly aligned. Both wanted to act. Both wanted the world. Neither wanted each other. But one trip after graduation shattered everything they thought they knew. Heat. Rut. A night they never planned... and a bond they never asked for. Wonwoo remembers every second. Mingyu remembers nothing. So Wonwoo disappears-overseas, running from the truth and the Alpha who might destroy him without even knowing why. Two years pass. Mingyu convinces himself Wonwoo left because he hated him-because their rivalry finally snapped the thin thread binding them. But fate doesn't care what they want. When Wonwoo returns to Korea, their company tie them together in a contract marriage neither of them asked for. Enemies. Actors. Fated mates. And now... husbands. Stuck under the same roof, old wounds burn, chemistry sparks like fire catching air, and the secret of that night threatens to tear everything apart-again. Because love was never their problem. Admitting it was.

My life has nothing important. My family never really look at me. When I feel like my life has no reason, I died and coming back to life in fantasy world. But why must it be a world of second gender?! Not to mention, I remember that I will end up dead! Just as if I will give up the life of being pampered and has a lot of money. In order to have a lavish life, I'm willing to become the villain!

A young boy is seen crossing the street when suddenly the infamous truck-sama strikes again! Sike! you thought! truck-sama missed this once but either way the young boy died because of stupidity and gets reincarnated into the world of his dreams. What happens when a weirdo high school boy dies and is reincarnated into an otome game. Not to mention he is one of the capture targets of said game! "Ha! Villainess? Heroine? See if I care! Capture target plot armor for the win!"... or is it? He has one objective and one objective only, to capture the heart of the main capture target all for himself! "Screw you Heroine! this is my Ikemen and I'll win his heart no matter what is takes!!!" But is that truly what he's here for? Or maybe something more? THIS STORY IS DISCONTINUED ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Language Warning (as I wrote a few chapters I realized that even if for comedic reasons, I still use or hint at curse words). I do not own the cover image or any images in this story, all images belong to their rightful owners.

Kenta Bernard, a seventeen-year-old, died of leukemia in the hospital and was transmigrated in a novel that he has yet to finish. He is the ill second prince, who should have died by now. However, the God of Light bestowed upon him a light magic that enabled him to survive and begin a new, happier life.

"I'll be back, Wei Yu. Don't you dare think you can get away with this!" Jiang Tian said while falling down from the sixty foot tall building. He laughed, filled with bitterness and disbelief. His life seemed to flash before his very own eyes. He, a first rated actor was plotted against. He had fell in love with a man who was barely a second rated actor. He, who was looked upon on and was admired by many, was actually pushed off a building by his own lovers hand, and only after being told that his lover had actually liked his rival, Ming Xue. As he closed his eyes, he only hoped for one thing. For the gods up above to give him one more chance. For him to personally make Ming Xue and Wei Yu get their payback. AN: This is my book not a translation, so if you see this anywhere else without my name being mentioned, please notify me. Also, this book is currently three years old. It is not the best book, filled with plot holes and everything but I decided not to go back and edit it. I'm going to keep it up as it is because it serves as a memory to how much my writing style has changed, from then to now.

The problem with Janggi was that sometimes, silence was deadlier than war. Park Jimin had always lived between two worlds- the warmth of dance and the cold shadow of his nightmares. He spent years convincing himself he could outrun fate. But fate had a name. Jeon. The marriage contract had been signed long before Jimin even understood what it meant to belong to someone. He was just a dancer. Soft-spoken. Graceful. Unassuming. And Yoongi? Yoongi was the storm people didn't survive. Jimin should have been terrified. But when Yoongi slid the ring onto his finger with quiet finality, he felt something worse than fear- curiosity. Yoongi never promised love. He promised protection - cold, calculated, and absolute. A man who played with fire, yet never let it touch him. When he looked at Jimin, it wasn't as a husband might. It was as if he were a piece on a board - Something to move, to control, to win. "You don't love me," Jimin murmured, testing the weight of his new reality. Yoongi's lips curled into something sharp. "Love isn't the game I play." Jimin tilted his head. "Then what do you want from me?" Yoongi's fingers brushed against his wristlight, cold, inescapable. "Everything." ----------------------------------- Themes: Mafia | Survival in Silence | Power Struggles | Omegaverse | Emotional Repression | Healing Tropes: - Mafia x Dancer - Forced Marriage / Marriage of Convenience - Cold, Emotionally Distant Alpha - Soft, Resilient Omega - Forced Proximity - Slow Burn - Strangers to Lovers - Morally Grey Top - Healing Through Love Important Notice: Silent Flames is NOT a standalone is part of an interconnected trilogy. This is a dark romance, meaning it contains themes that may not be suitable for all readers. Proceed at your own risk.