Reality blurs. Shadows whisper. Love feels like a miracle, until it doesn't. And when the truth surfaces, it's nothing she could have prepared for.

Melissa Brown, a pragmatic therapist, has always believed ghosts and supernatural tales were nothing but the brain's tricks. Conspiracies crafted by grief, fear, and imagination. But when she collapses unexpectedly and awakens to find herself haunted by restless spirits, shadowed by a silent grim reaper, and caught in the web of an ancient witch and otherworldly beings, her skepticism begins to crumble. Pulled into a dark world where death walks in cloaks and magic lingers like smoke, Melissa must uncover the curse tethering her to these forces beyond comprehension. As the lines between reality and the supernatural blur, she faces chilling truths that threaten not only her sanity but her very soul. In a world where grim reapers judge, witches plot, and spirits seek redemption or revenge.Melissa's journey becomes a desperate fight to reclaim her life and break the curse before darkness claims her forever.

Taehyung dreams of becoming a model-nothing more, nothing less. He arrives in Seoul, ready to chase his ambition, only to uncover a hidden past shrouded in mystery... one the world knows nothing about. ____________ ‎A black stain seeped across the floor, creeping toward the bed. Wisps of shadow coiled around Taehyung's limbs, lifting him-slowly, gently-until he hovered above the mattress. ‎ ‎Then- _____ Taehyung's fingers trembled as he pulled the worn-out file from the bag. The brittle pages whispered secrets as he unfolded them-a sprawling family tree, stretching from 1890 to 1983, the name Jeon etched in faded ink. Jeon Jungkook. The last entry. _____________ Angelina. She lay there, too still, too pale, dressed in white like the angel he had always called her. But her lips were colorless. Her chest did not rise. Her hands, once so warm when they cupped his face, now lay stiff and cold over her stomach-their child's grave still hidden beneath the fabric. A sound tore from him-raw, guttural, inhuman. It didn't even sound like a scream. It was the noise of a soul being shredded apart. "NO-NO, NO, NO-" Jungkook hands shook as he grabbed her, pulling her half out of the coffin, his arms locking around her as if his embrace alone could seep life back into her veins. He pressed his forehead to hers, sobbing so violently his entire body convulsed. "Angelina, baby, please-" His voice was a broken whisper, lips trembling against her skin. *"Open your eyes, please, I'm here now, I'm here-"* But she didn't move. His breath hitched, a sharp, shattered gasp. Then-

[If you go deep into the forest, you will be eaten by the shadows. Shadows in the forest move when you're not looking. There are shadows in the deep forest that mimic people. The shadows of the forest speak] Rosaline, a Knight of the White Night, disappeared after being attacked by the enemy during a hunting tournament. She was found unconscious and badly wounded at the bottom of a cliff. When Roselyn awoke days later, she was severely amnesic, unable to speak even simple language. She wanders around the house in her pajamas, barefoot, and half-speaking. She even picks up food off the floor and eats it! She's strange, to say the least, but can she fulfill both Rosaline's dreams and her own as a shadow? All Rights Reserved Written by Kim Miyu. *** HIATUS NOTICE*** This title is currently taking a break. Make sure to add it to your library to be notified as soon as the next chapter drops!