Wo Ruo

Emmett was a loyal footman at the wealthy Patterson estate, desperate to scrub the slum out of his blood. He abandoned his family and gave his absolute devotion to the beautiful young miss, Clara. But when the estate faced bankruptcy, Clara ruthlessly framed him for embezzlement to protect her family's wealth. He was shoved into a police carriage in the freezing rain. Through the window, he saw Clara watching him with fake pity, looking at him like a stray dog being put down. The judge slammed his gavel, sentencing him to a slow, agonizing death. Because he had spent all his wages on tailored uniforms to fit in, his mother died in a cheap coffin from an untreated illness, leaving his siblings to starve. As the thick, coarse rope crushed his windpipe, Emmett was filled with agonizing regret. He didn't understand how the woman who smiled so sweetly could send him to the gallows without a single ounce of hesitation. Opening his eyes again, Emmett found himself back in the servant's quarters, exactly three days before the Patterson family's downfall. This time, he wouldn't be their loyal dog. He was going to be their executioner. He planned to watch Clara sell herself to the savage new heir, Kearney Bernard, just to keep her luxury. But at the welcome dinner, the terrifying new master ignored Clara completely, locked his dark, obsessive eyes on Emmett, and whispered. "You are mine. Nobody touches you."

I died watching my fiancé kiss my cousin. For four years, I was Crown Prince Archer's perfect bride-to-be-the eldest daughter of the powerful Northwind Pack, the woman meant to stand beside him as Luna Queen. Then he threw me into a royal dungeon. Black Wolfsbane burned through my veins while Colette, my sweet cousin, curled against his chest and told me my entire family was dead. My father. My mother. My brothers. The Hanson Pack had been slaughtered before noon, framed by forged letters of treason. Archer only smiled. He said I had never been worthy of his throne. I was useful for my family's armies, nothing more. Then he kissed Colette in front of me and promised to crown her as his Luna Queen while my name rotted in disgrace. I died in the dark, choking on poison and hatred. With my last breath, I begged the Moon Goddess for one thing. Not mercy. Revenge. When I opened my eyes again, I was twenty years old. One year before the massacre. This time, I will not beg for love from a prince who never deserved me. I will break his crown, burn his future, and make every traitor who destroyed my family kneel. And when Archer finally realizes what he lost, it will be his own father-the ruthless Alpha King Fremont-standing beside me as we watch him fall.

I am a resident doctor, but my life was slowly crushing me. My ex-boyfriend cheated on me with the hospital dean's daughter, and my sleazy step-brother constantly stalked me for extortion. Just when I was cornered in a dark parking garage, humiliated by my ex throwing money in my face and threatened by my step-brother, a terrifyingly powerful man stepped out of the shadows. He was Cade Vanderbilt, a billionaire ex-special forces soldier—and my patient. He shattered my step-brother's leg with a baseball bat and nearly broke my ex's wrist with one hand. Instead of leaving, he looked at my miserable life and made a cold, calculated demand. "Marry me. Your problems will become my problems." Meanwhile, my ex and his new fiancée used their power to triple my night shifts, trying to ruin my career. In the hospital cafeteria, my colleagues openly mocked my new designer dress, accusing me of selling my body to a sugar daddy to survive. "Who would be desperate enough to pick up Julian's leftovers?" they laughed, waiting for me to break down and cry. I didn't understand why a ruthless man like Cade would offer me absolute protection, wealth, and a ring just to sleep in the room next to his. But looking at the sneering faces around me, I was done being their victim. I touched the limitless black card in my pocket, ready to show them exactly who was backing me now.

For ten years, Giovanna Leonard's entire world was built around a flawless future with her fiancé, Johnathan, and the wealthy Brooks family who had taken her in. But at a glittering Waldorf Astoria gala, she found a VIP room door ajar and overheard Johnathan drunkenly promising to marry her stepsister, Danielle. After Giovanna publicly returned his diamond ring, the nightmare only escalated. When she went to the Brooks estate to pack her belongings, her adoptive mother and stepsister locked her out in the freezing rain. Danielle hurled an umbrella at her and tried to push a heavy terracotta planter onto her head, screaming that she was nothing but an ungrateful "stray dog." Her adoptive mother watched coldly, ordering Giovanna to go back and beg Johnathan for forgiveness, claiming his betrayal was just a "strategic family alliance." A decade of loyalty and love collapsed into a grotesque joke. She finally realized she had never been a daughter to them; she was just a cheap commodity, an asset they could use and discard at will. But they didn't know the stray dog had a secret bite. Standing in the downpour, Giovanna calmly recorded their assault, demanded a fifty-million-dollar buyout to legally sever all ties, and walked away. Back in her hotel room, she opened an encrypted forum and messaged an anonymous billionaire known only as "X." It was time to cash out her hidden empire and make them pay.

On our third wedding anniversary, my husband skipped our celebration to comfort his fragile adopted sister. When I went to look for him in the middle of the night, I saw them intimately kissing in bed. "She is a spoiled heiress who cannot live without me. Let her wait." He scoffed to his sister, calling me a pathetic, clingy dog waiting for a scrap of attention. For three years, I gave up my career as a top surgeon and managed his estate like a compliant housewife. I swallowed my pride because my dying father desperately needed an experimental drug controlled by my husband's company. But when my father accidentally overheard how my husband humiliated me, the guilt gave him a severe heart attack. Waking up in the ICU, my father grabbed my hand and ordered me to divorce him. When I finally handed my husband the divorce papers on the street, he flew into a violent rage. "If you file these, I will cut off your father's medicine and leave you with nothing!" He threatened me, thinking I would drop to my knees and beg for his mercy. He didn't know that my personal trust fund was the only thing keeping his entire over-leveraged company from going bankrupt. I smiled calmly and executed the secret clause to instantly withdraw my two hundred million dollars. This time, I chose to burn his family's empire to the ground.

I woke up with a splitting headache in a trashed penthouse, surrounded by empty liquor bottles and discarded Hermes boxes. A quick glance at the morning newspaper confirmed my worst nightmare: I had transmigrated into the novel 'The CEO's Tender Vow'. Worse, I was the villain's vain, useless wife, right at the exact moment his tech empire completely collapsed. The original owner of this body had just attempted suicide because her husband went bankrupt. When my cold, exhausted husband, Alek Holden, walked through the door, he threw a divorce agreement and a bank card with a pitifully low balance onto the kitchen counter. He coldly warned me that his creditors would be at the door any minute. Meanwhile, my toxic ex-boyfriend was already waiting downstairs, publicly mocking Alek's downfall and offering to make me his mistress. In the original plot, taking that money and running with the ex led to a miserable, tragic death. I stared at the thick stack of divorce papers. I knew Alek was the ruthless villain who would eventually claw his way back to power and brutally destroy everyone who abandoned him. There was no way I was going to play the role of the shallow, doomed ex-wife and wait to be crushed. I looked Alek right in the eyes, grabbed the agreement, and ripped it right down the middle until it was nothing but useless shreds. "The marriage vows said for richer or for poorer. I am staying to help you rebuild."

I was kidnapped by the most dangerous mafia boss in Chicago, and the whole city wept for my heartbroken fiancé. Julian Hayes, the righteous Assistant District Attorney, played the tragic hero perfectly in the press. But the truth was, he orchestrated my kidnapping himself. For years, he manipulated me into draining my mother's untouchable mafia fortune to fund a rival mobster. Once he got the money, he threw me to Damien Moretti, the ruthless Dark Don, to be ruined. Julian did it all so he could cleanly break our engagement and marry my illegitimate half-sister, Mona, taking my birthright along the way. For a month, high society pitied the defiled girl locked in a monster's gilded cage, while my father eagerly prepared to hand Mona my legacy. They all thought I was weeping in the dark, waiting to be killed by a cold-blooded savage. They didn't realize the monster they threw me to was exactly the weapon I needed. When Mona sneaked into my gilded cage to gloat and demand I sign away my inheritance, I didn't cry. Instead, I grabbed her silver letter opener, ruthlessly sliced my own arm open, and let out a terrified scream. Damien descended like a god of death, violently hurling Mona against a stone fountain just for spilling my blood. I looked at the Don, my arm dripping crimson, and made a devil's bargain. "Let me go back to my father's house to wage my Vendetta. When I'm done, I will be your wife." The beast smiled and agreed. Tomorrow, my betrayers will learn what happens when you throw a princess to a monster, and she comes back a queen.

Kara was diagnosed with cancer, and her unborn child could not be kept. Kara planned to end the pregnancy, get a divorce, and face her impending death with equanimity, allowing Davin and his new love, Alyse, to be together. But Davin had no intention of letting her go so easily. He and the increasingly frail Kara were inseparable day and night, just to leave a child for the infertile Alyse. Kara lay dying in her hospital bed, crying and laughing, pleading, "I'll give you my life, please let me go." Later, the cold and aloof man knelt before Kara's tombstone, holding gardenias day and night, his eyes red as he murmured, "Baby, stop it, come back."

I thought my boyfriend, Dillon, was my knight in shining armor, the one person who saw me in a family that treated me like an intruder. I was wrong. He and his best friend, Ethan, drugged me, took explicit photos, and leaked them to the entire university to shatter my reputation and force me out of their lives. My own mother, more concerned with her social standing, called me a slut and abandoned me. Then, Ethan sent his thugs to corner me in an alley. They humiliated me, assaulted me, and in the struggle, I was stabbed and left for dead. Lying in a hospital bed, I overheard the truth. Dillon's feigned apology was a lie; he was leaving me for his "true love," Erika. Ethan's only regret was that I hadn't died. "You're alone," he sneered. "No one will protect you anymore." He was right. I was alone. But when I returned to the house to pack my things, I discovered the last precious thing I owned-my grandmother's jade bangle-had been stolen. That was the moment something inside me finally broke. Or maybe, it was the moment I was finally pieced back together. They wanted me gone? Fine. But I wouldn't just disappear. I would make them pay for every single tear.

Five years ago, I was kicked out of my pack for being a "defect"—a wolf who couldn't shift. Today, I returned to the Alpha Summit, not as a dignitary, but as a cleaner scrubbing the floors. "Look at the stray dog," my ex-fiance Liam sneered, tossing a wad of cash at my feet. His new partner, Seraphina, laughed cruelly. "Take it and buy your bastard child some food. Then get out of my sight." I tried to ignore them, but my three-year-old son ran out to defend me. When Seraphina tried to strike him, a shockwave of pure, dark Alpha energy blasted her back. "He's a monster! Arrest them!" she shrieked. Security guards swarmed us, their stun batons drawn on a toddler. I shielded my son, bracing for the pain, knowing a "human" like me had no rights here. Suddenly, the heavy ballroom doors disintegrated into dust. A silence heavier than gravity crushed the room. Damien, the Alpha King, stepped through the debris. His violet eyes didn't look at the trembling Alphas. They locked onto me. He walked past the dignitaries, past my terrified ex, and stopped in front of me. Then, the most powerful creature on earth fell to his knees. He gently touched my face, his voice shaking with reverence. "I finally found you, my Queen." He turned to the room, his eyes burning with violet fire. "Who dared to touch my Luna?"

For seventeen years, I loved my best friend, Holden King. I was the quiet girl who always had a bandage for his scraped knees, secretly believing we were meant to be. But he shattered my world with six words: "She's my sister. That's all." He fell for the cruel and glamorous Fabiola, even taking her to our secret meadow. Her jealousy was a poison. She faked a pregnancy to trap him, then hired a man to attack me in an alley. The trauma ruptured an aneurysm in my brain, and I went blind. Through it all, Holden defended her. He refused to believe she was capable of such evil, choosing the monster he'd known for months over the girl he'd known his whole life. My savior, a kind doctor named Jace, offered me a future, and we planned a fake wedding to give my terrified parents hope. But as I stood blind at the altar, Holden crashed the ceremony. He fell to his knees, a diamond ring in his hand. "I love you, Chloe," he cried. "Marry me."

I am Elena Barron, the sole heiress to a global empire. My father raised four orphans to be my protectors and potential husbands, but my heart belonged to only one: Damien Paul. But he didn't love me. He loved Luna, an intern he had me sponsor. He promised her that marrying me was just a business deal to secure my inheritance. To make me more dependent, he orchestrated an accident where a massive chandelier nearly crushed me. My protector was too busy comforting Luna to even notice I was in danger. The other three men I called brothers sided with them, calling me a vicious, jealous bitch. After that brush with death, the love I had for them was gone. I finally gave up. So at the gala where they planned to humiliate me one last time, broadcasting a secret video of me pining for Damien, I didn't cry. I smiled. Because they don't know I have my own surveillance footage, and I'm about to expose every last one of their sordid secrets.

The frantic beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound as my son, Leo, struggled for every breath. Anaphylactic shock, the doctors said. A severe, unexpected allergic reaction. My world reeled as the nurse cried, "We need O-negative blood, now! The blood bank is running low." Just as despair threatened to swallow me, my friend Chloe stepped forward. "I'm O-negative. Take my blood. Take as much as you need." Relief washed over me, a gratitude so immense it felt like pain. Hours later, with Leo sleeping peacefully thanks to Chloe' s heroic act, Liam, my husband, praised her as a "selfless hero." But then, I overheard Chloe's voice, cold and sharp, "I had to prick the little brat with that bee stinger. And I had to make sure he ate the crushed nuts. It was a mess, Liam." My hand froze on the faucet. Liam' s voice, low and intimate, soothed her. "Now everyone sees you as a hero. The perfect, caring woman. We just need to wait a little longer." Chloe whined, "I'm tired of watching her play mother to my son. I want my life back. I want our life back." My son. The words slammed into me, shattering my reality. He said it again: "Our son." My entire marriage was a meticulously crafted lie, a cage adorned to look like a home. Every loving glance, every tender touch, every shared laugh – a performance. I wasn't a wife; I was a placeholder. I wasn't a mother; I was a nanny. My sweet Leo, a prop in their cruel play. Liam was building a family, a life, not with me, but with her. I was just the convenient, naive stepping stone. My blood ran cold. I wasn't just heartbroken; I was a pawn in an elaborate, sinister game. With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and pressed record. I needed proof. I needed a record of this monstrosity.

I was Maddy, once a folk singer with a heart full of songs, now just Ryan Scott' s trophy, living in a gilded cage to pay my mother's medical bills. Then Ethan Lester, the boy who promised me forever before vanishing, reappeared at Ryan' s party, his eyes cold, judgmental, and engaged to the daughter of a music dynasty. Just as I reeled from that shock, my phone rang, a chilling call from Sledge demanding five thousand dollars by nightfall or my mother would pay. Ryan, my supposed protector, ignored my desperate pleas, leaving me to face a brutal attack on my mother and myself, all while Ethan' s fiancé, Gabrielle, held the ultimate power over my father' s wrongful imprisonment. With Ryan proving useless and Ethan trapped by his family, Gabrielle offered me a sinister deal: my father' s freedom in exchange for my death. So I made a choice, sacrificing myself in a fiery crash with Ryan, finally free, or so I thought. Now, haunted by my past and consumed by vengeance, Ethan built a new ghost of me, a rising star who looks just like me, tormenting his wife and becoming the very monster he once fought.

My deadbeat cousin Andrew, always one gig away from stardom and a thousand dollars away from a loan shark' s wrath, begged me to save his skin. He needed a meeting with Mr. Hughes, a ghost in the Nashville music scene. Against my better judgment, leveraging years of hard-won respect, I pulled strings and secured him a miracle: a 10-minute slot with the industry giant. Moments before this life-changing meeting, Andrew' s mother, my aunt Maria, stormed into my apartment. She snatched a stack of my jobless cousin' s demo CDs he'd given me "for free" and shrieked they were collector' s items, each worth a thousand dollars-demanding $10,000 from me. My parents, true to form, urged me to just "keep the peace." Then, Andrew himself called. He didn't deny anything. Instead, he smugly claimed he' d given me the CDs out of pity and that he and Mr. Hughes were "tight," betraying every ounce of trust. Before I could even breathe, Maria lunged, smashing my phone and shoving me down the concrete stairs, leaving me bruised and humiliated, while my parents stood by, silent. Why did they always put their spineless desire for "peace" above my dignity, my safety, my career? Why did I always have to be the one to pay, to suffer for their toxic family? Lying on the cold floor, seeing the shattered screen of my phone with three missed calls from Mr. Hughes's assistant, something inside me finally snapped. I slowly stood up. I wasn't just pulling out of the deal. I was about to unleash a reckoning.

On the eve of my wedding, I was in the new house I' d bought for Jennifer, practicing my vows, believing my devotion would finally earn her love. My phone buzzed. It was a Finsta notification, her secret Instagram. Curiosity twisted my gut as I opened it. There, a picture of her hand, my three-carat diamond sparkling, intertwined with her ex-boyfriend Tyrone' s tattooed hand on a rumpled motel bed. The caption read: "One last taste of freedom before I'm locked down. #WildHeart." My blood ran cold. I called, but her voice was sharp, annoyed; then I heard his low laugh. Scrolling deeper, I found more: "He's so sweet and reliable, but so... boring. Sometimes I miss the passion." And the one that killed me: "My heart belongs to the music, but my life belongs to the money. It is what it is. The wedding is on. At least I'll be rich." Five years of love reduced to a transaction. I was just a walking ATM, a "boring safety net." Humiliation burned through me. But as my best man called to confirm the limo, a new feeling pushed through the pain: resolve. The wedding would happen. But Jennifer Chavez would not be the bride. I scrolled through my contacts. Molly Fuller. My college friend. "How would you like to get married tomorrow?" I asked. It was a contract. A shocking twist that would redefine everything.

My mother stood before us, perfectly poised, offering a choice: a prestigious private school in California with a tech billionaire' s son, or an Ivy League education on the East Coast. I chose California, naive enough to believe she wanted me there, only to fall deeply in love with Ethan, the quiet, brilliant son of the family. But then, the betrayal started: a slurred confession from Ethan, a photoshopped image of him with my sister Ashley, and then, my mother' s enraged slap when I tried to follow Ethan to MIT. They forbade me from going, twisting truths until my world shattered, leading to a hit-and-run that left me dying on cold asphalt, my mother and sister' s celebratory whispers ringing in my ears. As my spirit faded, I watched Ethan, heartbroken, take his own life, and then, pure, unadulterated rage consumed me, fueling one last act of vengeance against Ashley. And then, I woke up, back in that smoke-filled living room, with my mother giving the exact same fake choice and my sister already buzzing with greed. This time, I wouldn' t fall for their lies. This time, they would pay.

For my entire life, I lived in my brother Jack's shadow. He was the charming, reckless musician; I was Emily, the quiet, responsible daughter, always overlooked. As my mother, Susan Carter, lay dictating her will, I braced myself. The old lawyer read it aloud: "To my son, Jack, the house and all my savings." A predictable inheritance for the favored son. But for me: "To my daughter, Emily, I leave my collection of old family recipe books, and the contents of the cedar chest in the attic." Recipe books. An old chest. Worthless junk. It was the ultimate dismissal. While Jack got new bikes, I patched my holed shoes. While Mom funded his music dreams, I worked two jobs for my teaching degree. My A' s uncelebrated; his D-grade parties. Even in death, I was utterly alone, replaced by his triumphant smirk. How could she? After everything I'd done for her – doctor appointments, meals. This wasn't just neglect; this was personal. A deliberate statement: "You are not valued. You are not loved. Not like he is." My heart pounded with agonizing injustice. Could there be anything more? Anything at all? Mark, my husband, eyed my "worthless" inheritance. "What if your mom didn' t know?" he suggested. "Or what if… she left them for a reason, Emily? You love history. You' re the teacher." The bitterness remained, but a defiant spark ignited. What if this seemingly worthless inheritance held a secret, a different kind of legacy?

Peter, who she once lost her heart to, had been Lily’s nightmare for the past five years. The day he broke up with her, she managed to nod calmly, say goodbye politely, and walk away from him forever. A part of her was dead by then. However, he came back to her and sealed her unspoken grievance with a passionate kiss. He would try his best to heal her broken heart with deep love. No matter what it would cost, he had made up his mind. She belonged to him and nobody could change that very fact.

For the last two years, Kane has been dreaming of the day when his mate finally turns 18 and they can finally claim each other. However, his world suddenly comes crashing down and his dream is instantly destroyed when the alpha announces that his son (Kane's mate) has found his mate, who is the daughter of a neighboring pack's alpha. However, he can't bring himself to say anything. He has kept this a secret for two years and he was waiting for another few months until his mate's birthday, but that day is never coming now. He can't stand seeing his mate with another, and he can no longer handle being in his pack. He can't let his father know either, since he is the pack's Beta. What can he do? The only thing that he can think of.... He will keep his secret and run as far away as possible. He will no longer be Kane, but he will become a new person, with a new name. Blake. That sounds nice. It also reminds him of black, which is what his past is now.

Emmett was a loyal footman at the wealthy Patterson estate, desperate to scrub the slum out of his blood. He abandoned his family and gave his absolute devotion to the beautiful young miss, Clara. But when the estate faced bankruptcy, Clara ruthlessly framed him for embezzlement to protect her family's wealth. He was shoved into a police carriage in the freezing rain. Through the window, he saw Clara watching him with fake pity, looking at him like a stray dog being put down. The judge slammed his gavel, sentencing him to a slow, agonizing death. Because he had spent all his wages on tailored uniforms to fit in, his mother died in a cheap coffin from an untreated illness, leaving his siblings to starve. As the thick, coarse rope crushed his windpipe, Emmett was filled with agonizing regret. He didn't understand how the woman who smiled so sweetly could send him to the gallows without a single ounce of hesitation. Opening his eyes again, Emmett found himself back in the servant's quarters, exactly three days before the Patterson family's downfall. This time, he wouldn't be their loyal dog. He was going to be their executioner. He planned to watch Clara sell herself to the savage new heir, Kearney Bernard, just to keep her luxury. But at the welcome dinner, the terrifying new master ignored Clara completely, locked his dark, obsessive eyes on Emmett, and whispered. "You are mine. Nobody touches you."

"I can put an end to all your problems." "And what exactly are my problems?" "I can get you back to the top. Make all your scandals disappear. People need to start talking positively about you again. All the lawsuits can be taken care of. And all this can happen with just a snap of my finger." "And what would you take in return?" "In return, you ass would be mine!" "What?" "Just what you heard!" "You're so weird!" After working tirelessly to break free from his controlling parents and chase his dreams, Edwin Thorne finally ascended to the pinnacle of success. As one of the top actors in the country, he enjoyed money, fame, and a beautiful woman he planned to marry soon. But a dangerous scandal struck, and in a single day, he lost everything, leaving him mired in lawsuits and disgrace. Desperate to reclaim his former glory, Edwin encounters Lance Castellan, a billionaire footballer with the power to erase his scandals and restore his fame. Lance offers Edwin a chance to regain everything he lost, but the price is something Edwin is unsure he can give. Lance Castellan isn't just a wealthy athlete; he's a man obsessed with Edwin and willing to flaunt his immense wealth to get what he desires. In a battle of power, ambition, and desire, Edwin must decide if he's willing to pay the ultimate price to reclaim his life-or if some sacrifices are too great.

Blaze Arden Vaughn is an heir of a huge empire, an ace student of medical faculty, very handsome, sweet and nice. His name signifies fire but his heart is as cold as ice. Ace Daxton Anderson is a known 'one night stand' guy and a bi. A gang leader who won't back down from a gang fight and is not afraid to be bruised just to prove his point. They are both in the same university but they have their own territory and never knew each other's existence. Until the day that the Ice Prince fixed his cold gaze on the very hot gang leader on the field. "You want me that bad...that your eyes are screaming it out loud..." Blaze announced with his challenging tone and a calm smile, making Ace's jaw clenched while their gazes locked. "I can smell your desire even from afar..." Blaze continued with a very subtle smirk, making Ace grit his teeth. "Who would not...you are Blaze Arden Vaughn...the epitome of perfection...everybody's dream guy" Ace sarcastically responded, a smirk grazed his lips. His jaw clenching in annoyance not with Blaze but with himself. "So Ace Anderson, want to try, a Blaze Arden Vaughn for tonight?" Blaze smirked as he casually ask, making the grim face of the gang leader looked stunned and dumbfounded. A one night stand offered by the cold and distant Blaze Arden Vaughn, just one night of pleasure... one night of curiosity.

Secret relationships are known to be tragic but not as tragic as the one kept by Taeil and Donghyuck who happened to be professor and student which made their relationship forbidden. As well as exploiting Taeil's marriage with his beloved husband, Jungwoo Kim. When Jungwoo finds out about their secret including Donghyuck's unborn child in Taeil's womb, he decides to take revenge, as well as to get his husband back. Jungwoo eventually encounters Mark, a wealthy young man and Donghyuck's obsessive lover, studying in the same college as him. Mark offers Jungwoo to help him with the plan which Jungwoo avoids at first but goes ahead later on and they together proceed with their planning. However, things start unrolling in unexpected ways when Jungwoo and Mark start falling for each other and that's how the four souls start searching for their final destination which was already their predestination.

Jimmy Stevenson is trapped in a strange club created by his friends, they will gather every Friday after returning from college to discuss paranormal stories. To be honest, he prefers to practice soccer instead of doing this. But his heart immediately stopped pounding when he offered to summon Bloody Mary, while what appeared was a figure who took his heart instantly. From there, Jimmy who is called "The no-nonsense man", begins to try to attract the spirit's attention and is rejected time and time again with scenarios that are sometimes very stupid and sometimes too scary, sometimes disgusting. But what he realized was that by summoning the spirit, his soul was sucked out and it shortened his lifespan. Fighting the approaching death and his love for the non-human being, he must find a way or a hole so Jimmy can get both; his age and the spirit he loves. This is his journey of love.

"King of the North," he hissed, checking the device. He already expected me to betray him. He'd hated me ever since my twin, Enzo, outed me in middle school. I could still feel the sting of his spit on my face from that day. "Come on, pretty son," he said, smiling. "Let's get you married." I put on my Ray-Bans. I wasn't Luca anymore... To unite the fractured syndicates of Chicago, a marriage is arranged. The groom? Silas Vane, the ruthless, cold-blooded "King of the North" who is 45 and widowed. The other groom? Lucas De Santis, the 22-year-old reckless-partying son of the southern boss, viewed as a pawn and a liability by his own father. Silas expects a brat to ignore. Luca expects a monster to fear

Spending the entire summer holidays at San Francisco with the man that abandoned her mum and her, seems like a death sentence to Cassidy Stewart. She is so sure that her first summer holidays as a first year student of University of California, Berkeley has been ruined, thanks to her mum's decision. In her words,'he is trying to make up for those times he wasn't there'. Seeing that her soft hearted mother has already booked her flights, even before she came back from school. She has no choice but to get on that plane all the way to San Francisco, give the old man the opportunity to make up for being an ass and go back to Berkeley. To Cassidy this holiday is the worst holiday. There in San Francisco, the city she regrets coming to, she meets Kristen Jordan, the very soul that ignites the fire and passion she never believed existed in her, making her want to explore the gay side of her which she has long hidden. Wishing her holiday can be extended so she can be with this lovely woman who is more handsome than gorgeous. The summer holiday in San Francisco, which was hitherto a dead sentence, became the best thing to happen to her. Kristen Jordan, a famous fashion model whose heart has been toyed with and severely broken by the only woman she has ever fallen for, and has resolved never to love again, she resorted to hook ups instead. Closing her heart to love and attachments was pretty easy for three years, until she met Cassidy Stewart, the brown puppy eyes that captured her heart like a charm. Her smiles which catapulted her to the world of ecstasy, leaving her powerless and yearning for her. Will she be able to resist?

Drew and Kyle were best friends since they can remember. As being neighbors in a small town of Magnus Cove, they always spend their time together. Wherever they go, they always stick with each other, inseparable, they said. Drew, the older one of the two of them, invariably shows his protectiveness towards Kyle. Their closeness did something to Kyle. He took it more than just a friendly gesture. Pretty much more when he realized he fell in love with his best friend. That didn't sit well with him 'cause Drew was straight as an arrow. All the girls he had crushed on can prove that. He tried to stash it every time Drew shows affection and somehow it worked, not until Melissa entered the picture. The girl his best friend fell in love with. Drew was now spending more time with Melissa and Kyle didn't know how to change that. He craved Drew's attention, he just can't demand some time from him, he'll never do that. And if the two are being affectionate at Kyle's presence, he looked away, can't take the scene they're showing. How he wished it was him instead of Melissa. But this summer, he has a lot to worry about than his feeling towards Drew. Something unexpected happened that can change their whole life forever, especially Kyle. The summer they're both expecting something good and fun turns out not so good after all. Will their friendship remain the same when all those things will try to create havoc in the bond they have? They made a promise of growing up together. Will one of them cling to that promise? Or will the tight grip they held to that promise unfasten?

After running away from home seven years ago to escape a loveless arranged marriage, Karina Wilder has finally mastered up the courage to be back in her small town of Ruthwell in Washington DC. She’s ready for a second chance with her parents and the people who used to be her friends back in High School and most of all, she’s ready to tell her parents that she’s about to become a bride. But the small town hasn’t changed as much in the past seven years and no one seems to have forgotten her betrayal or seem anywhere near ready to forgive her for her past mistakes. Everywhere she goes, she’s met with hostility and anger and it’s thinning out her chances of redemption ever second. Now, how does she tell her parents and her friends that not only has she moved on in her life, further than anyone had ever anticipated, but she’s happy and successful in what she does? Most of all, how does she tell everyone that she isn’t marrying a man, but the woman of her dreams?