Cabin Fever 소설 & 이야기

I am reborn on the day my wife, Courtney Clarke, embezzles company funds to pay off her childhood best friend, Travis Foster's, gambling debts. This time, I, Nathan Turner, don't sell my patents to help her plug her financial hole. Instead, I swiftly file for divorce with the court and cut ties with her. This is all because in my previous life, I had loved her with everything I had for 50 years. I was at her beck and call. She claimed she longed for a platonic marriage, and so I endured a sexless marriage for decades. All this lasted until the day of the shipwreck, when I gave her the last life vest. Yet, after she was saved, she never told the rescue team that I was still trapped inside the cabin. In my final moments, through a crack in the cabin door, I watched her throw herself into Travis' arms. "Trav, I love you. I only love you. From now on, no one will stand in the way of our love." In that moment, I abandoned all will to live, letting the sea swallow me whole. So this time, after being reborn, I choose to step aside and let her pursue her love.

Evelyn Hart, a human woman living a quiet life near the forests outside town, has always felt an inexplicable pull toward the wilderness — a tug deep within her that she can’t explain. Running away from a wedding she never wanted, she flees into the woods Everything changes when a rogue wolf pack attacks her. She’s saved by Kael Thorne, a brooding, powerful Alpha whose entire presence radiates danger, control, and a strange protectiveness she can’t make sense of. Kael immediately senses something unusual about her: Evelyn smells faintly like wolf… but she isn’t one. Unable to walk away, he takes her to a hidden cabin in the forest. As danger closes in around her, Evelyn feels drawn to him with a heat she’s never known. Their chemistry grows into something fierce, magnetic, and undeniably forbidden. But Kael is carrying secrets too. He’s been tracking disturbances along the border — disturbances pointing toward a terrifying truth: Evelyn may be the key to a long-buried bloodline tied to the rogue uprising. And she might not be human at all. Now strangers, enemies, and hidden packs are hunting her — and while Kael is determined to protect her, a darker question looms: Is he protecting her from them… or protecting the world from what she’s becoming?

Kai Tanaka is Seattle’s best rescue swimmer, the man they send into black water when the storm decides to take a life. He’s built for cold, built for chaos, built to bring people back. Until one rescue goes wrong. A body disappears. The footage goes missing. And Kai becomes the quiet scapegoat the Coast Guard can sacrifice to keep the institution clean. Suspended and watched, he’s barely holding on when Luca Reyes drags his name into the light. Luca is a true-crime podcaster chasing the truth behind that same night, because his younger brother was on the boat that never came home. Luca thinks Kai is hiding something. Kai thinks Luca is feeding off tragedy. Their first meeting is sharp and ugly. Then Luca is nearly killed for asking the right questions. Kai pulls him from the wreckage and realizes this isn’t internet noise. Someone is laundering bodies through the sea, and they’re using Kai as the fall guy. The only way to keep Luca alive is to disappear with him to an off-grid cabin on the San Juan Islands, where the wind never stops and secrets sound louder. Forced proximity turns into hunger. Suspicion turns into heat. And the closer they get to the truth, the more they realize the storm isn’t the worst thing chasing them.

To the world, she is Vivienne Blackwood—heiress to a billion-dollar empire and the crown jewel of her father’s corporate dynasty. To him, she is simply Vi, the only light in a city made of shadows. ​Vivienne is a woman trapped in a gilded cage. To escape the suffocating expectations of her father, Arthur Blackwood, she creates a secret identity, seeking refuge in the gritty corners of the city her father is trying to bulldoze. It’s there she meets Roman Volkov, a man whose touch is fire and whose past is a mystery. ​Roman is "The Ghost," a lethal mafia boss locked in a bloody war with the billionaire trying to dismantle his territory. He doesn’t do love, and he certainly doesn't do secrets. But in "Vi," he finds a woman who doesn't see the monster—until the truth becomes a weapon neither of them can outrun. ​As their secret romance intensifies, the war between Roman and Arthur reaches a fever pitch. Unaware that they are targeting the same man, Vivienne and Roman are caught in a lethal crossfire of lies and loyalty. When Arthur attempts to whisk Vivienne away to a life she never wanted, she makes a desperate choice to return to the man she loves—only to find herself at the center of a deadly standoff where the fathers and the lovers finally face off. ​In a world where blood is the only currency and loyalty is a death sentence, can love survive when the truth finally comes out? Or will they both be destroyed by the collision of their two worlds? ​Where loyalty bleeds into love, only the strongest survive.

My boyfriend found my menstruation disgusting and forced me to undergo subdermal implantation. From then on, I no longer had periods and couldn’t conceive. One day, I had a fever reaching 40°C and couldn’t contact him. I went to the hospital alone, only to stumble upon him attending a prenatal checkup with his secretary. He told her: “Baby, don’t worry about Claire. She only listens to me here, doesn’t she?” “We can postpone the wedding for another five years. She’s loyal to me like a dog anyway.” “In the meantime, keep fulfilling your end of the arrangement I’ve promised you.” “Of course, I’ll continue loving you... until I’m tired of you.” My heart shattered. I’d proposed to him 43 times in seven years, only to fail every single time. It turned out he just hadn’t gotten bored of me yet? This time, I decided not to wait any longer. I turned my back on him and agreed to the marriage my mother arranged in the countryside. On the day my ex was supposed to accompany me to try on wedding dresses, he found an empty room and a wedding invitation I left for him to celebrate my marriage to someone else. Panic consumed him as his world fell apart...

Two years to live. Three months to get pregnant. One insufferable stranger who ruins everything. The doctor's words still echo. Terminal, progressive, two years maximum. But it's the three month deadline that sends me running. Three months to conceive before my body becomes a graveyard for the legacy I'll never leave behind. So I fly to Thailand, pretend to be poor, and search for a desperate man willing to marry me for money. Until I meet him. Arrogant. Annoying. Sharing my rented rooftop and seeing through every lie I tell. We hate each other. Establish rules. Agree to stay away. Then he collapses, burning with fever, and I have to make a choice: let him die alone, or miss the deadline that could save my billion dollar empire. I choose him. The company crashes. My father's legacy crumbles. Then I find his passport. He's not some poor stranger. He's the heir to my father's biggest rival. He's been lying since the moment we met. I run, choking on tears and rage, swearing I'll destroy him. Three weeks later, I'm at an engagement party, about to meet the stranger my dying father picked to save our company. The doors open. It's him. He steps closer in that perfectly tailored suit, his mouth curving into something dangerous, and leans in to whisper against my ear: "Hello, wife. Miss me?" I realize with crushing, devastating clarity... I did.

When my boyfriend pressed the wrong elevator button for my sister's floor yet again, he gave me a blaming look. "Why didn't you remind me? Whatever. Since we're already outside her door, I might as well help Nicole change her broken lightbulb." I managed to force a bitter smile. There it was again. "Since we're already here." Ever since my sister, Nicole, moved into the penthouse of my apartment building a year ago, my boyfriend had consistently pressed the wrong button. When we were supposed to watch a movie together, he carried the champagne he bought straight to Nicole's door and knocked. When I had a raging fever and asked him to bring me medicine, he bought painkillers instead and delivered them to Nicole because she happened to have a headache. Even on my birthday, he walked right into Nicole's apartment carrying my birthday cake. "Since the cake is already at her place, let's just use it to celebrate your sister's housewarming," he had said. "And since I'm already here, the light in Nicole's living room is out. I'll fix it for her real quick." Right now, I watched as he walked into Nicole's apartment without even looking back. With an expressionless face, I hit the button to close the elevator doors. He had completely forgotten that my lease expired today. It was moving day. Since he chose Nicole, there was no reason for me to wait for him any longer.

Ravenna’s world shatters when the Alpha’s heir publicly rejects her at their mating ceremony—and secretly sells her to the rogues. Tied up and drugged with a heat-inducing aphrodisiac, she is left for the rogues, only to be rescued by a lethal stranger in the dark. Consumed by the drug’s burning fever, she begs him for relief, sharing one desperate, heat-drenched night with a savior she barely knows. Ashamed, she sneaks away at dawn, hoping to bury the memory and start over at college. But on her first day, when her bullies corner her, a commanding voice cuts through the crowd. It’s him. The stranger from the woods. Only here, he is Professor Green—cold, untouchable, and the most feared instructor at the university. A childhood prophecy once claimed that only a forbidden Lycan mate could awaken Ravenna’s dormant wolf. One look into her strict professor’s piercing eyes tells her exactly what he is—and what they did in the dark. He wants to keep his distance and pretend that night never happened. But Ravenna is done being the pack’s victim. With her enemies closing in, she needs the feral power only her true mate can unlock. To survive, she will have to shatter his iron-clad control and make the most dangerous man on campus burn for her. Rule one: Never sleep with your professor. Rule two: When you realize he’s your Lycan mate, break all the rules.

On the day of my wedding, my fiance, Don James Colombo, left me at the altar again. "Angelina is in the ICU," he said. "The ceremony will have to wait." It was the ninth time he had abandoned me for his terminally ill childhood sweetheart. The first time, she had run away from home, and he could not rest easy. "Angelina is missing, yet you want me to stand here toasting at the wedding? Don't be so selfish, Leticia." The third time, he said Angelina was in a terrible state and threatening to take her own life — he had to go comfort her. By the eighth time, James had stopped explaining and simply had the butler notify me the wedding was off. For him, postponing a wedding was nothing. For me, the Buono Principessa left standing in a chapel, it meant ridicule and one hundred lashes from my furious father. The lashes split open my skin and left me running a fever that would not break. James would hold me afterward, apologize helplessly, and promise he would make it up to me after we married. He promised nine times. He kept none of them. So when he left me again for Angelina, I did not cry or make a scene. I packed my bags alone and in silence. It would be the last time he ever postponed our wedding. One month later, he would never be able to find me again.

After I found out my Alpha mate, Bruce, couldn't let go of his ex-mate, Fiona, and her pup, I started teaching our son to call him "Alpha Bruce." When our son had a fever, Fiona called my mate away in the middle of the night. I touched my son’s burning forehead and had him say, "Goodbye, Alpha." When he bailed on the birthday party he’d promised our son because Fiona called, crying that her own son didn't have a father, I didn't even look up. I just had our son explain to the guests, "The Alpha has something important to do." Our son always hesitated for a long time. Until Bruce finally realized how much he’d failed us. He suggested we take a family portrait. But at the studio, Fiona called again, sobbing. “Bruce, can you please come and pretend to be Tony’s dad? The kids at daycare are making fun of him for not having one…” A flicker of guilt crossed Bruce’s face. He was about to kneel and explain it to our son. But this time, our son didn't need my cue. He just waved. “It’s okay, Alpha Bruce. Go be with your other pup. Mom and I are enough for the family photo.”