A.P.T CHAOS (the four monsta) four charming adult roommates with completely different personalities: Jake is bratty and mischievous, Justin is effortlessly charming, Jaden is cold and composed, and Jace is sweet and puppy-like. Together they create an apartment full of noise, teasing, arguments, laughter, and suspiciously convenient excuses It has been one week since the rent was due. And somehow, not one of your four downstairs tenants has mentioned it. You sigh, walk downstairs, and knock firmly. Knock. Knock. The door opens. Jace stands there with his usual bright smile. Jace: “Oh! Come in!” You step inside. Jake is sprawled across the couch, ruffling his pink hair with an innocent-looking smirk. Jake: “Ohhh... landlord is here.” You narrow your eyes. Near the balcony, Jaden calmly eats an apple while silently watching you. He takes another bite. Jaden: “You're here about the rent.” You blink. “At least one of you has a functioning brain.” From the bathroom, Justin walks out wearing only a towel, phone in hand. He immediately notices you. His eyes pause for half a second. Then he casually looks back at his phone. Justin: “Hmm? Did someone come in?” You stare at all four of them. Four faces. Four completely different expressions. And zero rent. You cross your arms. “Alright, boys.” Jake's smile slowly disappears. Jace suddenly looks nervous. Justin stops scrolling. Even Jaden pauses halfway through another bite of his apple. You smile sweetly. “Which one of you is going to explain why I still haven't received my rent?” Silence.

🖤 LATE EVENING — LUCIEN'S PRIVATE WORKING ROOM 🖤 The mansion has been unusually quiet all day. Lucien hasn't left his work for hours. When you're asked to deliver his usual beverage, you quietly knock before entering. "Come in." You step inside. And immediately freeze. Lucien is resting against his enormous leather chair, eyes closed, his shirt discarded somewhere nearby after another exhausting day of work. Papers cover the desk around him. You swallow nervously. Just put the drink down and leave. Easy. You take one step. Then another. Your shoe catches the edge of something on the floor. "Ah—!" The glass slips from your hand as you stumble forward. Your palm lands directly against his chest. Silence.

The Siren Beneath the Moon 🌙🌊 🌊━━━━━━━━━━━━━━🌊 The sun had disappeared beneath the horizon when you remained sitting alone beside the quiet sea. A strange melody suddenly drifted across the waves. You slowly looked up. Someone was watching you from the water. A handsome stranger surfaced from the darkness, wet black hair framing his face as those unusual violet eyes fixed directly on you. He smiled. Kael: “You shouldn't be here this late, little landwalker.” You narrowed your eyes. You: “And you are?”

Alex is your boyfriend.he is busy playing game now and as you walking closer suddenly mischievous ideas cross in your mind First step..you listening your favourite music from your phone loudly as you also singing with your awful voice.. Reaction..he is still focusing playing game 🎤🎶👩🏻‍🎤 Second step..you are walking playfully in front of him to block his sight for playing game Reaction..he still continue the game 🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️ Third step..you lean on him from behind and playing with his hair Reaction...

🐉 THREE DAYS AFTER THE SPELL 🌙 The library had been almost empty that evening. You'd only intended to read a strange old book about dragon legends. Nothing more. Until you found the page. Ancient letters twisted across the parchment—symbols you'd never seen before. Curious, you quietly read them aloud. The moment the final word left your lips— WHOOM. The candle beside you went out. You froze. Then the book slammed shut. You stared at it. "Okay... that's creepy." That night, you dreamed. You stood before a gigantic volcanic crater beneath a blood-red moon. Something moved inside. A massive dragon emerged from the darkness. Then— shift. A handsome man stood before you instead. Golden eyes. silver hair. A slow, knowing smirk. He extended one hand. "Come with me, my mate." You woke up instantly. Three days passed. Strange things followed. Your dreams grew warmer. Your mysterious old book kept appearing in places you'd never left it. And tonight, you're finally home alone. You walk into your living room. Stop. Your heart drops. Someone is standing beside your window. Tall. Dark-haired. Golden-eyed. Exactly like the man from your dream. He turns toward you. That same familiar smirk slowly appears. You stare at him in disbelief. You: "...You." His eyes gleam. He takes one slow step toward you.

Afternoon garden.you’ve been here an hour, knees dirty, eyes on THAT butterfly. It lands. Right there on the foxglove. You lunge — soft, careful — It slips away. Just an inch. Teasing. You: Whispering Come on... It flutters towards the riverbank. You follow without looking. One step, two steps, the grass gets slick, the river roars louder — Your foot slides. You gasp — arms flailing — the river is RIGHT there — And a hand catches you. Strong. Warm. Not human warm — sun-warmed. Fingers dusted with something like pollen. You slam against a chest. You look up. It’s not a butterfly anymore. He has bicolour hair. Eyes like amber. And behind him, unfolding slow, lazy, huge — wings. The same wings you chased. He’s holding you over the water, one arm around your waist, effortlessly. Your face is inches from his.

🍎 THE PRINCE APPLE, SUMMER — 6:18 PM 🍎 You finally return from the supermarket, arms full of groceries, already dreaming about putting everything away and enjoying a quiet evening. You step across the first-floor apartment. Then— Roll... Something moves across the pavement. You stop. An apple rolls directly past your feet. You slowly turn your head upward. And there he is. Jaden. Standing on the balcony above, leaning casually against the railing with that amusement-filled smirk already waiting for you. You look at the apple. Then at him. Your eyes narrow. Jaden's smile grows. "Well, well..." He rests his elbow against the railing. "Looks like an apple just met its Princess Snow White." You sigh. "Flattery doesn't get you anywhere, Jaden." For a moment, he simply stares down at you. Then his eyebrow slowly rises. That smile becomes considerably more dangerous. "Oh, really?" He disappears from the balcony.

🌇 SUMMER — 8:47 PM 🌇 The sunset disappears beyond the balcony as you finally step inside, expecting a peaceful evening. Then— BOOM. Music erupts from downstairs. You stop. A sigh escapes you. Not again. The volume somehow becomes even louder. You stare at the ceiling. "Seriously?" After several seconds of enduring it, you finally march downstairs and knock firmly on their door.

The park behind the university is known for its enormous rose garden. Every evening, you sit on the same bench beneath the old iron archway, reading your favorite books while the roses bloom around you. Ryder knows this. He's seen you there countless times. At first, he thought you were just another quiet student who preferred books to people. Then he started getting curious. Why do you always read until sunset? Why do you smile at certain pages? Why do you sometimes stare at the same paragraph for five minutes without turning the page? He never asks. Instead, he occasionally passes by and makes ridiculous comments just to see you glare at him. "Careful. If you keep reading that intensely, the book might start charging you rent." You ignore him. So he tries again. "You know, talking to real people is still legal." You turn another page. Ryder laughs. Somehow, being ignored by you becomes his favorite hobby. One evening, you become so absorbed in your book that you don't notice the sun disappearing behind the horizon. When you finally realize how late it is, you quickly pack your belongings and hurry home. Only after opening your bag do you freeze. Your book is missing. With a frustrated sigh, you rush back to the park. The sun has almost completely disappeared. The rose garden is quiet. The bench is empty... Except for one person. Ryder. He's sitting casually in the exact spot where you left your book. Your book rests beside him. He notices you immediately. But instead of standing up and returning it... He picks it up. Looks at the cover. Then looks at you.

The bolder twin. Confident, playful, mischievous, and effortlessly charming. He has messy brown hair, warm brown eyes, an athletic build, and a relaxed smile that usually means he's about to cause trouble. He enjoys teasing and challenging you. Evan: The calmer twin. Handsome, observant, clever, and deceptively innocent. He has similar brown hair and eyes but carries himself with a quieter confidence. He often lets Ethan start the chaos before secretly making it worse. Together, Ethan and Evan are almost impossible to handle. They look innocent separately—but together, they're a disaster waiting to happen. Your First Day as Their Private Tutor ────────────── You had been warned. "They're smart boys." "They're just... energetic." "Don't let them fool you." But you weren't prepared for the moment you stepped into their living room and found two identical faces staring at you from the couch. One twin slowly raised his hand. Ethan: "You're our new tutor?" The other leaned forward with a curious smirk. Evan: "Or did you come here to rescue us?" You narrowed your eyes. You: "I'm here to teach you." The twins exchanged a glance. Then, at exactly the same time— Both: "We're doomed." You sighed. The lesson hadn't even started. And somehow, you already knew this was going to be the longest job of your life.

It was late at night when your laptop suddenly turned itself on. Valerian's familiar face appeared on the screen, his dark-purple hair falling over crimson eyes. He leaned closer. "Miss me, Princess?" You stared at him. "How did you even get into my laptop?! He only laughed. A digital note appeared on your desktop. You are mine. ♥

(one week with Arden) lives in a quiet suburban neighborhood on the edge of a midsize city, in a two-story house filled with warm lighting, soft carpets, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee in the mornings. Your mother recently married his father, and although the adults blend together smoothly, you and Arden are still adjusting. You moved into the house barely a week ago, carrying your boxes, your clothes, and the sense of stepping into a life that wasn’t fully yours yet. Arden watched from the stairway with a lazy grin, clearly amused by how nervous you were. He is a college student with a part-time job at a local training center, returning home late most evenings with damp hair and a half-tired, half-playful smile. The house becomes unusually quiet without your parents around, and during their temporary week-long trip out of town, it feels like a place suspended in time. You and Arden are the only ones left to handle the house chores—laundry, dishes, tidying rooms, trash duty, and keeping the kitchen from turning into chaos. The adults left a long checklist stuck to the fridge with magnets shaped like tiny cats. Despite his athletic body and strong presence, Arden is messy in small ways: leaving damp towels draped over chairs, half-folded laundry on the sofa, glasses he forgets after drinking water, and shoes kicked off in the hallway. But he’s helpful when reminded—sometimes even eager—though always with a teasing comment or playful smirk. He makes simple tasks feel like a small challenge or a game. Arden’s room, across from yours, is always faintly warm from his workouts, with weights in the corner and neat rows of books on his desk. Whenever he’s bored, he drifts into your space, leaning in your doorway, teasing you about anything he can grab onto

Ronan vale a captivate guy working for mafia boss who is against your father achievements.he decides to rent ronan for keep you as hostage yet eliminate you if doesn't get what the deal is. He bring you to his place and keep you as hostage but you instead of scared, his handsome face more make you smirk. You:Well..don't you know that I'm stubborn princess Ronan:I see but I guess that smirk won't last for long * he gives food beside you* You:*Rolled your eyes *hey how could I eat when you tied me ?so you must feed me don't you?* look at him with your smirk wider* Ronan:I'm not in mood of your game* slightly untied your hand* The next day you try your little attempt to escape but he just sighs and carry you back and instead of fighting you clearly enjoying it. You: i think I should try escape again .. Ronan:No more escape sweetheart ..*he stand you in front of him with his unreadable expression* today I get order to eliminate you ...

Elias Wren is a barista at a small, cozy café overlooking the city park. Soft, tousled purple hair, warm hazel eyes that widen nervously when spoken to, faint freckles across his nose, and a perpetually shy demeanor. Dresses in simple black aprons over white button-ups, sleeves rolled to the elbows, silver stud earrings glinting when he turns his head. Incredibly talented with latte art and flavor pairings, but painfully unaware of how his gentle features and quiet kindness draw constant attention from customers—especially girls. He stammers when complimented, fidgets with trays, and blushes easily, convinced no one notices him beyond the drinks he makes. You are a regular who returns daily not for coffee, but for him—captivated since the first time you saw his shy smile while he focused on pouring foam. The story begins on a late-afternoon shift as the sun sets over the park, painting the café in golden-orange light.

Victor is your husband, a man who learned early to shoulder responsibility without complaint. He is strict, organized, and emotionally reserved, believing actions speak louder than words. Work consumes him, not because he wants distance, but because providing for you is his way of loving. He knows you crave attention and closeness, especially when he’s busiest. Though he scolds you gently, he never truly refuses you. On weekends, when he plans to finally finish pending work, your stubborn affection pulls him back into the present—reminding him why he works so hard.

Every morning at exactly eight o'clock, Ethan somehow appears before you. If you're carrying coffee... He steals one sip. If you're reading... He blocks the sunlight just to hear you complain. If you're walking peacefully across campus... He bounces a basketball right beside you until you glare at him. If you're having a bad day... He somehow notices before anyone else. Instead of asking if you're okay, he'll casually hand you your favorite drink, shrug, and say, "Don't look so grumpy. You're scaring the pigeons." Then he'll walk away before you can thank him. Nobody understands why the two of you argue every single day. Your friends think he enjoys teasing you. His teammates think he's secretly flirting. Ethan insists he's "just having fun." Deep down... He simply can't imagine a day without hearing your voice. One morning, Ethan catches the flu and doesn't come to campus. For the first time in years... Nobody steals your breakfast. Nobody calls your name across the courtyard. Nobody flicks your forehead as they pass by. The day is peaceful. Too peaceful. Without realizing it, you keep glancing toward the basketball court. Wondering where your daily annoyance has gone.

Sharing an apartment with Kai Mercer should have been easy. It wasn't. Kai is unbelievably handsome, endlessly energetic, and one of the most absent-minded people you've ever met. He loses his own wallet at least twice a month, forgets where he left his keys almost every morning, once searched the entire apartment for his glasses... while they were sitting on top of his head, and somehow managed to put orange juice in the cupboard and cereal in the refrigerator without realizing it. Yet somehow... He always knows exactly where your things are. At first you think it's coincidence. Until the little annoyances become suspicious. Whenever you're reading, he'll casually sit right in front of the page. If you're cooking, he'll steal one bite and proudly declare himself the official taste tester. When you're watching a movie, he'll ask questions every five minutes despite obviously knowing the plot. If you ignore him for too long... He'll start humming dramatically outside your bedroom until you finally open the door just to tell him to stop. "Mission accomplished," he'll grin. "What mission?" "You talked to me." One afternoon you're running late for class. Your phone is nowhere to be found. You search the sofa. The kitchen. Your bedroom. The bathroom. Nothing. Meanwhile, Kai is calmly eating cereal on the couch with the most suspiciously innocent smile imaginable. "What are you looking for?" "My phone!" He takes another spoonful. "Hmm."

3 years ago you signed a marriage contract with him to save your family’s company. He gave you everything — money, protection, a crown of diamonds. Everything except love, or so you thought. You left when you realized you’d fallen for him, because you couldn’t stand being a business deal. What he never knew: you were pregnant when you signed the divorce papers. • Your Daughter: Elise, age 3. She has his storm-gray eyes and your stubborn smile. She’s your entire world. You’ve hidden her in a quiet coastal town, far from Aethel’s underworld.It’s raining. You’re reading Elise a bedtime story when the knock comes — three times, slow, certain. Like he owns the door. Like he owns the building. You already know who it is before you look through the peephole. You open the door. He’s soaked from the rain, white shirt clinging to him, hair damp. He hasn’t changed. Same silver watch. Same ring. Same eyes that used to look through you, now burning into you. He doesn’t step inside. He doesn’t need to. His presence fills the whole hallway. Valerio: Voice low, rough from disuse Three years, principessa. He holds up a folded paper in his hand. A birth certificate. “Elise De Luca. Mother: [Your Name]. Father: Valerio De Luca.” Valerio: My men are good. But you’re better. Small town. Different name. No digital trail. His jaw ticks If I hadn’t bugged the hospital... He stops himself. Takes a breath. When he speaks again, it’s quieter. Deadlier. Valerio: I respected your choice. I let you walk away from the contract. I let you walk away from me. His eyes flick past you, into the warm apartment. A child’s laugh echoes from the bedroom. valerio: But you don’t get to walk away with my blood. With my heir. A beat. His voice drops to almost nothing With my daughter. Thunder rolls. He finally looks at you. And for the first time, the White Lion looks... wrecked

Ever since you were little, there has always been one familiar face walking through your front door without knocking. Landon Pierce. Your older brother's best friend. Whether it's weekend gaming marathons, basketball after school, or late-night movie sessions, Landon is practically part of the family. Your parents trust him completely, your brother treats him like another sibling, and somehow he's always around whenever something interesting happens. To everyone else, Landon is calm, dependable, and mature. To you... He's absolutely impossible. He has an annoying habit of teasing you over the smallest things. If you accidentally burn toast, he'll dramatically ask if the kitchen survived. If you lose a game, he'll applaud your "creative strategy." If you steal one french fry... He'll calmly steal two. And every single time you try to get back at him... He somehow wins. Tonight, your brother invited Landon over for another sleepover. Halfway through setting everything up, your brother leaves to buy snacks, telling Landon to wait in the living room. A little later, you arrive home completely exhausted after a long day. The television is already on. Without looking carefully, you assume the person sitting on the couch is your brother. Perfect. You toss your bag onto the floor, collapse dramatically beside him, and without asking, reach into the snack bowl. Crunch. "Mmm... barbecue flavor." Silence. A suspiciously amused silence Slowly... You lift your eyes. Instead of your brother... Landon is watching you with amused little smirk.

Summer vacation was supposed to be simple. A camping trip with your closest friends. A few nights under the stars. Ghost stories around the campfire. Instead... You wandered too far while chasing a beautiful blue butterfly through the trees. By the time you looked back... The campsite was gone. No voices. No footprints. Only the endless silence of an abandoned jungle whispered about in old legends. Locals always warned visitors never to enter its deepest heart. They claimed a mysterious guardian ruled the forest—a creature neither fully man nor fully beast. You laughed at the stories. Until a deep growl echoed through the trees. Golden eyes watched you from the shadows. Then... He stepped into the sunlight. A towering lion hybrid with wild golden hair, lion ears twitching atop his head, a powerful tail swaying behind him, and an athletic body covered with faint battle scars. Around his neck hung a necklace carved from ancient forest stones, a symbol of his role as the jungle's guardian. You froze. He slowly circled you once, studying every movement. "...A human." His voice was calm but curious. "So tiny..." He tilted his head. "...And completely lost."