Yami never wanted luxury, only survival. When her scholarship falls through and she's forced to take a last minute job as a live-in maid at the secluded, ice glass Moon estate, she's just trying to stay afloat. The estate is cold, the rules colder and none more untouchable than Yang Jungwon, the heir to one of Korea's most powerful families. Elegant. Detached. Impossibly composed. Until the night she hears something she shouldn't have-something dangerous enough to ruin him. Instead of firing her, Jungwon makes her a deal. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵. 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯, 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺.

Mia didn't come to Seoul to fall in love. Landing a job as a stylist assistant at HYBE felt like a miracle, a golden ticket into the world she'd only watched through screens. But reality is entirely different. ENHYPEN was her comfort once. But the boys she thought she knew are idols who barely notice the workers behind their image. Some are standoffish. Some don't speak to her at all. And some - like Ni-Ki - just stare. When her anonymous art account starts gaining traction online, it feels like validation . One of her designs, posted under a pseudonym, ends up on a member during a high-profile shoot. It's surreal, thrilling... but she can't claim it. Not without risking everything. No one knows it was hers - except Ni-Ki. And now he's looking at her differently. Because in a world built on performance, falling in love in plain sight might just be the most dangerous act of all.

"My girl isn't fucking weak and there isn't shit wrong with her. She's a fucking force and her pain is her power." He paused, allowing his words to seep into my soul. "And her place will always be at my side, say it." He demanded. A few tears tracked down my face. My throat was clogged with emotions, and it felt hard to breathe, but I did what I was told. "I'm not weak and there's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force...." I swallowed. "My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Louder. I want to hear you." My chin trembled but the words that left my mouth next were strong and hard. "I'm not weak. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Again." His voice was a whisper against my skin, causing the tips of my fingers to tingle. "Say it again, Sam." My heart thawed. "I'm not weak." I said quietly. "There's nothing wrong with me. I'm a force. My pain is my power, and my place will always be at your side." "Damn straight." He whispered against my lips. "You're fucking perfect. Don't let me hear you call yourself weak, Sam. Because you aren't." ° ° ° 𝗦𝗮𝗺 My life was mapped out for me before I could even take my first breath. I was thrusted into the corrupted world of organized crime and illegal trade. After being broken and left for dead, I finally got my out. I ran. I was free. And then my brother fucked it all up, dragging me back into this twisted form of hell. And then there was Spade, the devil in the most irresistible form. 𝗦𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲 I was the King of the Cosa Nostra. The definition of violent and tainted. I was merciless, and in my book, there was no such thing as fucking losing. Things have always been the same in the underground, nd when you play with your life, things were collected. Her brother is in my debt, and if that debt isn't paid someone will die. This was just business, so why couldn't I kill her and get shit over with? She was just a means to an end. Right?

Winning games. Cheers. Trophies. Spotlight. College Football star, Golden Boy, and Browning University's Quarterback, Holden Reyes has all eyes on him as he runs beneath the stadium lights. Runs to the winning score. Runs to the partying. Runs to the spotlight. Runs to the escape exit of his own desolate childhood waiting room. Holding pens. Stories. Apprehensiveness. Hidden. Winona Bennett, living life through the shadows of her made up worlds and mind's creations. With a supermodel for a mother and sister, she is the silhouette to the shadows of their spotlight shined gleaming faces. She wasn't built for the spotlight, rather just secretly walking past her writings in the hands of others on the streets of Manhattan. Oh, the thrill. Except what happens when the paths of each others' comforts cross over each other in a night of what a romance author would refer to as divine disruption? #1 in writer #1 in gold rush #1 in popular guy #1 in Manhattan #1 in supermodel #2 in famous #2 college #1 in popular #1 in collegeromance #1 in youngadult #1 in shy girl #2 in cute

It wasn't fireworks. It wasn't fate. It was a boy who didn't believe in forever and a girl who made him want to try anyway.

Y/n, fresh from a messy breakup and academic burnout, escapes to her grandmother's seaside town for the summer, planning to work at her uncle's fruit stand, avoid people, and finally write her thesis. Enter Jake Sim - effortlessly charming, flirty, and annoyingly shirtless. He's working at the watermelon farm next door for the summer after getting suspended from college for a fight he won't talk about. He's the type of boy your mom warns you about. She's the girl who stopped believing in love. Their first meeting ends with watermelon juice spilled all over her white shirt. Their second ends with him calling her "ice queen." Their third? Well... there might've been tongue.

When bad things happen there must come a silver lining because, without one, there is no moving forward, however, for Iris, it's not all so easy. On the night she got her eviction notice she meets a guy who will become a permanent part of her life moving forward, as well as an unplanned pregnancy. [Single dad, pregnancy, hockey, famous, forced proximity/roommates]

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look