I slept with Jeremy Volkov. Yes. Me. Landon King! With him. And before you pity him or me, know this: I don't lose. I don't bend. I don't forgive easily. Jeremy thinks he's untouchable. That he can rattle me, push me, make me vulnerable. He's wrong. Every glance, every word, every whispered threat only sharpens me, hones me into something he can't control. Blackmail? Humiliation? Let him try. I don't break, I calculate. And Jeremy Volkov will learn exactly what happens when he underestimates me.

The hardest thing about loving someone is trying not to love them. More so, when both of you are playing on the court. The universe has been unfair to Sim Jaeyun. For almost a year, he has been jealous of his spiker, his best friend, Lee Heeseung. He is everything Jake wasn't. Confident, radiant, effortlessly charming. And somewhere in that charm, Jake was pulled in. Now, he has to pretend the ache from yearning didn't consume him as he navigated what it takes to love someone enough to let them fly, even when it means being left behind. "Promise me that you won't forget about me. About us?" "I will never forget about you." And it seems like Heeseung has a thing of his own too.

Inspired by K-Drama Business proposal .

"Sometimes... I look at your eyes and remember what home feel like." A voice heavy with memory-quiet, aching, as if reaching for something both lost and familiar. "This time... I'll love you the way you deserved all along." A silent promise, shaped by grief and guilt, echoing across time in hopes of rewriting what was lost. The wounds remain, but the light finally begins to reach them. In a realm where pain once bloomed like fire, perhaps love can take root again. BOOK 02

"If there's a next time, I hope you'll look at me... not through me." A soul who spent centuries yearning for something that could never be. One final plea before everything shattered-leaving behind nothing but pain and regret. "If I have another chance, I swear I'll treat you right." A desperate vow, whispered through the weight of time, but will it be enough? The past is gone, but the guilt lingers, and the battle isn't over. In a world where love is both a blessing and a curse, redemption might come too late. BOOK 01

Seungmin hates his life "Hey you." "Hey, you." "You, get me this." "Can't you get me that?" "You." "You!" You, you, you, you, you, you! Seriously! The guy was such an asshole, he had a name!! It wasn't You! It's Seungmin! Kim Seungmin damn it!! And as if the world decided it hadn't fucked him over enough timesー "You'll do," He leaned back on the couch in the office, his arm balancing on the backrest behind him, "Congratulations. Starting today you're my new agent. Get a contract ready." In which talent agent Kim Seungmin is locked into a contract with his worst nightmare, Hwang Hyunjin. A temperamental, overdramatic, arrogant, demanding, asshole of a high-profile model. And subsequently finds himself in the middle of a ten year feud surrounding the model, and six other celebrities fighting for the same gigs as him. All of this over missing pizza money...? *Explicit content in chapters is marked (⚠️)

In Bulrim, the age of gods, of dragons, is said to have ended long ago. The rivers still flow, the dawn still rises, but the dragons who once shaped them are nothing more than stories murmured by firelight and tales kept in faded scrolls in the elder's homes. Felix has never believed in the old legends. His life is measured in ink strokes and quiet days, the taut draw of a bow and hunts for food to put on everyone's table, his future set in a marriage that promises stability where prayers are meaningless and survival is counted by hours. Yet when whispers of fire and ruin reach the village, the old words begin to feel heavier than mere myth. If the stories are only stories, why does the world seem as though it is waking? In which an orphan who has no reason to believe in the old gods is the first to find one. ꧁⎝ 𓆩༺ ༗༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

Ah yes, the best feeling. Here there is nothing but bliss. Nothing but the cold, the darkness and the pale; all which looses it's light, all which fades to gray, that bitter, tainted darkness of another fool. It is warm, here. It is comfortable. And it is throbbing. It is pleasant, and lonely. And you are so, so tired. In which Seungmin wakes up in a karaoke room without a clue of who he is and what century they're in, a car has been wrecked into the upper wall of the repair shop, and Hyunjin is the only one that is willing to help him find his missing shoe. A short seungjin side story to my book "Burnout" feat. Changlix ・・ ✗ 𐂃 ✗ ・・

*COMPLETED* Han Jisung, a boy too scared to speak his mind in public, or in private. The doctors can't decide what to do with this severe anxiety, and his parents are frightened for his future. Lee Minho, the schools pretty boy. He avoids the "cool kids", yet he wants attention. Loads of attention. He shouts in class and is an all around nut job. On top of all that, he has a crappy home life, and never wants to be there. He also has issues with being alone, and has few friends, so he never knows what to do with himself. Can two "screwed-up" people, make each other perfect? 【S】【t】【a】【y】 【D】【o】【n】'【t】 【S】【t】【r】【a】【y】☆☆╮

Jisung can't concentrate in his Sign Language class because he is too distracted by the pretty boy who never says a word. start: 4/27/22 end: 5/30/22 i do not accept translations on my stories!!!