3 Book(s) Related to My Crush

Jeonghan pulled me as he sat on top of my bed and I stumbled on his lap facing him. I felt my heart beating so fast inside my chest, blood rushing to every vein in my body.
He touched my chin with his two fingers and I had no choice but to look at him straight in the eyes. Those intense and attractive eyes that melts my heart everytime he looks at me.
And before I can even think of something to say, he locked his lips with mine. I closed my eyes and kissed him back trying to mirror what he's doing.
He put his hands on my back and nape. "Yoo-mi, I've been longing to do this." He pulled me into another kiss and I circled my arms around his neck. The kiss sent me all kinds of sparks through my body and I could no longer hold my moan.
"Don't hold it babe. Moan for my name. I want you to moan for my name over and over again."


In which a guy asked his neighbour for her wifi password in return for a kiss. Will she be able to resist his charm when in fact, she's been in love with his neighbour since they moved into that house. What if he found out that her wifi password was his name?

What if the irritating man that Eve liked but also hated because of his arrogancy turned out to be her new boss at work?
Could Eve endure her internship there when Gery, the boss, kept looking for her mistakes to make her get fired?
Then, what if life's twists led them to an arranged marriage? Would they be able to come together or there would endless conflicts arise?

By Literally Someone Who Should Not Be Trusted With Weapons

There are three things you should know about me:

I’m a werewolf.


I accidentally shot a penguin during vampire training. (He survived. He also now hates me.)


I was convinced I was going to wake up on my seventeenth birthday mated to the Alpha’s son. You know, tall, broody, fated leadership, cheekbones that could cut glass. Standard hormonal delusion stuff.

Instead?

I woke up with nothing.

No mate bond. No swoony connection. Just a hollow chest, a bruised ego, and the leftover trauma of showing the entire pack my toilet paper tail the night before.

And then he showed up.

Lucien. Cold eyes. Sharper jaw. Definitely a vampire. Definitely the enemy. Definitely the guy I’m supposed to kill on sight.

So, obviously, he turns out to be my mate.

Now I’m stuck between a blood feud, a pack that wants him dead, and a face that turns into a tomato every time he so much as looks at me.

Fate’s funny like that.

And by funny, I mean screw you, Moon Goddess, I am not emotionally stable enough for this.