In Our Next Lives – Chapter 15: A Glimmer of Hope
Word count: 0.6 KHobi and Nia took their time telling their parents they were breaking off the engagement. Nia started to wonder if Hobi had actually planned on marrying her. …
Moonflower – Chapter 56: Hidden Motives
Jungkook stared at the note. Jina had endangered herself to save him. And he had been angry with her for disobeying him. When all along she had been protecting him. He glanced up into…
Moonflower – Chapter 55: A Passionate Desire to Defend
Jungkook bent his head and brushed his lips across her hair as she wept into his chest. She was actually allowing him to hold her. To comfort her. So he was going to…
Moonflower – Chapter 54: The Beauty of Gentleness
As the first rays of early morning light broke through the window high over their bed, Jungkook opened his eyes to caress his wife’s face with his gaze. In this gentle…
The Rap – Chapter 4: Special – September 12, 2020
An hour after Namjoon escaped to his room to listen to Jungkook’s song, Jin slipped down the hall to knock on his door. “Come in,” Namjoon called over the music playing…
Moonflower – Chapter 53: Warmth
Jina was cowering in bed. There were two possible outcomes she’d have to face tonight. Either Chanyeol would defeat Jungkook, and he would come for her and do all he had threatened…
The Rap – Chapter 3: Higher – September 12, 2020
An hour later, Namjoon stepped from his room and headed for the kitchen. A flurry of activity suggested itself around the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him. Looming…
Moonflower – Chapter 52: Untouched
“Unhand my wife.” That arctic voice unleashed an ice-cold wind to sweep through the dark hallway. Jina didn’t know whether to sigh in relief or to cringe in fear. Her husband was…
The Rap – Chapter 2: My Hero – September 12, 2020
Namjoon reached for a notepad and pencil. He went back to the beginning of the book and began to jot the words down in order.“My hero, my best friend,Big brother…
Moonflower – Chapter 51: Love Poems
Kiran pulled the fourth note from the tree. This man was serious. She hadn’t even written him a reply yet. Not so much as one word. Yet. Here he was writing her a book. Of poems,…