K-POP DEMON HUNTERS (THE BOOK)
I never thought belting out high notes could save lives. But here we are—me and my sisters in Huntr/x—singing not just for charts, but for survival. Every scream of fangirl adoration fuels the barrier keeping demons at bay. And now? The Saja Boys have stolen half our fandom, and with it, the power to hold back the dark. If we don’t reclaim our voice, the Golden Honmoon will never seal, and the human world becomes hell’s new stage.My voice cracked on the final note, and the sky flickered.
Not metaphorically. The dome of light hovering over Seoul—the one we’ve been singing to protect for two years—shuddered like a dying bulb. Screams erupted backstage. Mira dropped her glow-rod. 'They stole our fans,' she whispered. On the main screen, the Saja Boys bowed after their debut performance, smirking, as our follower count plummeted in real time. I felt it—the drain in my chest, like part of my soul had been siphoned. Ji-Woo slammed her fist into the wall. 'We have to fight back. Now.'\n\nBut how? Go on air and tell the world our songs are magical? That our fans’ love literally holds back hell? Or do we sneak into their concert tonight, find proof, and risk everything on a shadowy heist?
King Patrick
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THE BILLIONAIRE VAMPIRE ROMANCE
I’ve loved Kendall Jason for eleven years—through mergers, moves, and midnight calls that always ended too abruptly. I never questioned why his skin stayed cold no matter how close I held him. Why he only ate garlic-free meals. Why our bed was always empty by 2 a.m. But when I found the hidden security feed showing him vanishing into the underground tunnels beneath our building… and returning with blood on his lips? That’s when I realized: the man I’m engaged to doesn’t sleep at night. He hunts.
Whispers in the Dark
Your breath hitches as Patrick’s lips trace the curve of your neck, his hands slow and deliberate. Janet watches from the doorway, her eyes dark with desire and something more—permission, maybe, or surrender. This was supposed to be a simple arrangement: one night, no strings. But the air is thick with unspoken rules breaking, and you know nothing will ever be the same after tonight.
CURSED VAMPIRE
I’m not a monster—at least, not by choice. I was born human, lived clean, died once, and woke up thirsty. They call me Johnny now, though I don’t remember giving it out. Every night after my shift at the morgue, I feed. Not because I enjoy the pain, but because the hunger never stops. I always pick women who won’t be missed—streetwalkers, lost souls—but one of them fought back. She shouldn’t have survived. She shouldn’t have remembered anything. But she ran, bleeding and broken, into the arms of the police. And now, even if she can’t name me… I know she feels me still. If I don’t find her first, the city will burn with what I am.
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