The Winter White Gloves On a freezing winter evening, while returning from her aunt's estate, the princess's carriage was attacked in the middle of the snow-covered woods. Before fear could consume her completely, a stranger appeared from the storm and saved her life. She never saw his face clearly. Never heard his name. All she remembered were the winter white gloves covering his hands as he held hers for a brief moment before disappearing into the night. From that day onward, the memory of those white gloves haunted her heart. As danger around the royal family slowly grows, the king appoints a new royal guard to stay beside the princess at all times - cold, distant, disciplined, and impossible to read. Yet every time he stands near her, she feels something painfully familiar. A war is approaching. Secrets are buried beneath loyalty. And some love stories are doomed long before they begin. This story is not a fairytale. It is not supposed to make you happy.

"I'd kill for you, and I'd die for you, no one else matters."

In the quiet mountain village of Valveria, women are meant to stay silent-but Scarlett Rogers, a determined young detective, has never followed the rules. When she discovers a strange circus hidden deep in the woods at night, she expects mischief... not the undead. The performers don't breathe. The ringmaster never blinks. And they've been waiting for her. Now, Scarlett must uncover the dark truth behind the Circus of the Dead-before it claims her as its next act.

"How could a dare be this beautiful? He wasn't supposed to look at me like that. With those warm, searching eyes, like I was something more than just a passing moment. He wasn't supposed to smile at me the way he does, like I was the reason for it. Like I was something worth holding onto. This was a game, wasn't it? A harmless dare. Just a few months, just long enough to prove I could do it, just long enough to laugh about it later. But now, with every second that passes, with every lingering glance, every quiet moment we share... I don't know if I'm playing the game or if the game is playing me. Because when he talks, I listen. When he smiles, I feel it. When he reaches for my hand, I don't want to pull away. But is it right to love someone when it was never meant to be real? Am I just fooling myself? Am I fooling him? And when the time comes, when the dare is over, will I be able to leave? Or will I already be his by then?"

How would it feel to come home exhausted from work, settle into your balcony with a cup of coffee, and watch a football match-not because you're a die-hard football fan, but because you're slowly falling for one player? Player No. 5. Every night, your eyes find him, and somehow, his find you too. But what happens when that footballer isn't just a distant figure on the field, but the boy who lives next door? Falling for the footballer next door-how would life be then?

Have you ever fallen in love with a complete stranger you've only admired from afar? Would you fall for someone you see every day but have never spoken to? What if a single glance became the most anticipated part of your day? What if silence connected you more than words ever could? And what if, one day, you realize... they've been noticing you, too?

"Those eyes saw me before I ever saw her, I didn't know her name, but every lead I chased only brought me closer to those haunting blue eyes. I wasn't searching for the truth anymore, I was searching for her."

"You belong to me, body & Soul, My living Doll."

"In trying to break you, I shattered myself."