After the death of her twin sister Lady Elysie Snowfall, Eliza Snowfall was forced to abandon her identity to pretend to be her twin. She was supposed to act as a peace mediator and make a peace treaty happen to stop the killings in her Kingdom, but not after she gets attacked and sold to the dragon Kingdom. Tempted by riches, power and heart desires, will Eliza gets swayed and choose to betray her own kind? Will her mediating mission ever becomes a reality even after she ends up falling for a dragon? ~ Follow nineteen year old Eliza Snowfall on her journey as she learns the knowledge of spells and sorcery, and as she grow through hardwork and effort only to become the second most powerful druid priestess ever witnessed in the dragon Kingdom of North Albon.

"Don't you understand? I'm damned. I'm a demon. You're human. Our worlds will never align... not in this life." It was the cruel truth. I didn’t want him to give me hope that would only lead to a dead end. Elijah was silent for a while. The flecks of green in his eyes floating around in a pool of hazel. And then softly, as if his focus and my attention were very fragile things, he brought his eyes back to me. "What if I sign away my soul to you?" He whispered the crude words gently. I felt a thump in my chest. There was a way, if I could be selfish enough. I reached out and moved a lock of hair from his forehead, my fingers grazing the skin. He leaned into my touch, and closed his eyes almost painfully. "You'd give up everything?" The bed dipped under his weight, as he got off the chair and straddled me. The dark gleam of his eyes in the sunlight looked like thirst, as he watched my eyes slide him. I forgot what breathing felt like. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ears and carefully placed his palm on my cheek, like I was made of porcelain. Like if he put too much pressure, I would crack and turn to dust. "If it means forever? Maybe..." A Dark Fiction. Rated 18+ because it contains murder and violence scenes.

Rumors goes around that the rich and handsome Chairman Jay Young is nothing but an arrogant narcissist who treated his Secretary worse than a dog. But this doesn't discourage the rookie Sarah Han to move to Seoul and work for the Chairman as his Personal Secretary. Apparently, Sarah is bound to discover that Chairman Jay's past is connected to her's and he is different from what people thought about him. Why does he even keep her childhood photo in his album?

Amy Park lives a decent life with her best friend, chasing stories to report and hoping to make it big in the journalism industry; until she gets into a ghastly accident and wakes up in a hospital, transformed into the body of young starlet Amelia. Things start to get more complicated for her when she realizes that someone is after the life of Amelia, and will stop at nothing to see her dead. With Amelia's memories coming back in bits, fitting into the glamorous yet dangerous life gets harder, but it's something that she has to do, given that the universe had handed her a second chance. It's a race against time itself as she tries to piece together and make sense of the peculiar situation. But can she focus long enough to solve the mysteries encasing Amelia's life when her favorite idol; Vincent keeps popping up and stealing both her heart, and her breath away? Or can she have both, in a life of glamour, riches, and new opportunities, where danger lurks at every corner?

  I stared at the stranger, taking note of his dark wavy hair, high cheekbones, steel gray eyes, tan skin and strong sharp jaws. He was almost more attractive than Adam. I looked away, before he realized that I was gawking at him. I cleared my throat, waiting for an introduction, but he stared back at me, clearly amused, with a small smirk tugging at his chiseled features.   “Are you going to introduce yourself, or must we awkwardly stare at each other until I ask?” He chuckled, and then bowed.   “It seems like I had already selected the second option without even knowing. Allow me to…” he paused, making eye contact with me, and striding towards a standing vase used for decoration. He slowly removed the black leather gloves that covered his long fingers. “…properly introduce myself.” He finished, resting his hands on the vase. For a minute I thought he was going to hurl it at my face, but something told me it was too heavy to be hurled no matter how strong he was.    Then I saw it. From the edges where his skin made contact with the vase, a brilliant gold was glowing. The same color I bled. It slowly traveled all the way down until the whole vase was solid gold. Midas. Cursed with turning everything he touched to gold. Well Wikipedia, you were wrong. He isn’t a greedy old man. “I am Midas, Your Highness.” I clutched my duvet tighter so it wouldn’t fall off, and tried to calm my erratic heart. Heat traveled up my neck to my face and I was sure I looked red as a tomato.    “Nice to uhh… meet you. Midas.”