Ben starts to care. About you. About people. About his girlfriend. About feelings and being a person. Growing up. But it's difficult. Seemingly, especially, for him. And he's failing. Miserably. So he's starting to look for answers in the stars. Most of the time rejecting the entirety of his surroundings. Wondering if there are any answers at all. In this wonderful world laid out, bare, in front of him. A novel about breast sizes, bad jokes, break-ups and aspirations for betterment. Boob. Beeb boob.

On a stormy night, Hyunjin never expected his life to change forever. On his way heading back to campus, drenched from the rain, he hears it-a weak, barely audible cry. At first, he thinks he's imagining things, but then he hears it again. A sudden crash of thunder illuminates the alleyway, and that's when he sees it-a small box tucked against the cold, wet brick wall. A tiny hand peeks out. Hyunjin's breath catches in his throat. His heart pounds as he steps closer, shoes splashing through puddles. He pulls the damp blanket back-and freezes. Inside the box lies a barely moving baby, shivering and pale, its breathing so shallow it's almost nonexistent. Panic surges through Hyunjin's veins as his hands tremble over the frail infant. Then he sees it-a small sticky note, soaked and crumpled but still readable. "Haneul." His throat tightens. Someone abandoned this baby. Left him out here to die. Without hesitation, Hyunjin scoops the fragile baby into his arms, wrapping him tightly in the wet blanket. He holds Haneul against his chest, shielding him from the merciless downpour, and runs. He doesn't think about what comes next-just keeping the baby alive. And when he bursts into the penthouse, dripping water all over the pristine floors, the last thing he expects is to lock eyes with Felix-his rival-turned-roommate-whose shock turns to concern in seconds. Now? Hyunjin's stuck raising a baby. With Lee Felix. And neither of them have a clue how to take care of a child. They hate each other. They can't stand each other. But this child... this tiny, abandoned baby named Haneul... might just be the one thing that changes everything.

atwowxoc What does one do when they wake up in a universe they barely understood-a world ripped straight from a movie they didn't even bother paying attention to? The towering trees shimmer with bioluminescent veins, alien skies stretching endlessly above, the clear blue waters yet none of it feels familiar. It's beautiful, breathtaking even, but hollow. Her mind claws for memories, fragments slipping through her fingers like grains of sand, scattering before she can hold on. Faces blur, voices echo faintly, and the warmth of what was once home fades like smoke in the wind. The inability to let go gnaws at her chest, a weight heavier than gravity itself. But the world doesn't wait for grief. The air hums with life-creatures darting through glowing foliage, rivers pulsing like liquid sapphire. It's time. Time to open her eyes, to breathe in this strange new reality, and move forward. Because standing still means drowning in the past, and here, survival demands motion. She takes a step. The ground feels alive beneath her feet, and for the first time, she wonders if this isn't punishment, but a chance-a terrifying, exhilarating chance to rewrite everything.

Maybe being a part of a global girl group while keeping a huge secret about herself isn't such a good idea. At least, for someone like Megan Skiendiel. All it took was an earthquake and a crumbling bridge for Megan's world to deliberately turn upside down. Balancing the rise of the group's stardom AND the life of a masked vigilante, Megan certainly had her work cut out for her. It's as if she doesn't have enough problems already with her feelings for a certain member.