Nam Do Hyon Novels & Stories

My husband, Zane Wade, was drugged at a cocktail party and ended up sleeping with a female college student who looked almost exactly like me. I gave him three chances. The first time, Zane sent the young woman abroad overnight. Then, he knelt outside our home for three days and three nights. The second time, I ran into him and the college student at the hospital. He was accompanying her for a prenatal check-up. At the time, Zane hugged me tightly and refused to let me go. His voice trembled as he said, "I'm sorry, Raina. She's pregnant, and my mother threatened to commit suicide. I have no choice but to keep the child. "I swear, once she gives birth, I'll send her away immediately. The child will go to the old family estate. Please, don't leave me…" But just three days later, because of that same woman, Zane fought me at an auction over my mother's heirlooms. When he saw me raising the bid higher and higher, he immediately went nuclear. This was the third and final chance I gave him. I rushed over to confront him, but Zane wasn't worried. He just frowned slightly and calmly said, "Raina, you know very well that Moira is about to give birth. Why do you insist on fighting a pregnant woman? You only need to endure it for another three months. Then, we can go back to how things were." Upon hearing his words, I almost cried at how ridiculous they sounded. I finally decided to get a divorce, but Zane actually brought Moira Green home openly and without shame.

"Life and Death are like green and red: you can't be both, but you can be neither. " Will you accept if you were given a chance to live forever? Or would you rather live with the fact that life ends with death? For Simon, there is no other choice than to live until everyone dies. All he wants is to be dead, but how?

After helping illegitimate son Clifford Johansen rise to fame, Seraphine Lodge gets ruthlessly discarded. Clifford turns around and proposes to his "true love" with a fireworks show worth hundreds of millions. He also indulges her as she makes Seraphine's mother, Andrea Lodge, die from a heart attack. He robs Seraphine of her identity as a true heiress without remorse. Seraphine gives her heart to the wrong man, but she doesn't scream or cry. Instead, she dumps the scumbag, pockets 200 million dollars in breakup fees, and watches her career soar. But Clifford refuses to let her go. He ruins her reputation, turning public opinion against her. Seraphine doesn't bow to power or cruelty. Anyone who dares cross her gets a taste of her revenge, which comes swiftly and brutally. Sweet revenge is satisfying, but an even sweeter thrill arrives one night while cloaked in moonlight. A tall, commanding figure approaches, radiating elegance and dominance. It's Elliott Johansen, the heir to Dirkane's most prominent family. He's powerful, untouchable, and feared by all. Seraphine freezes. Then comes his low, magnetic voice in her ear, "Sera, leave the violence to me. If you get hurt, my heart will ache." Her heart skips a beat. He continues, "Be good. We'll go home together once I'm through with them."

[WARNING!!! ADULT CONTENT AND VIOLENCE] Powerful mafia boss Damien, poisoned by a deadly aphrodisiac after a botched deal, staggers into an elevator where innocent young Elias instinctively offers help. Driven by uncontrollable lust and desperation, Damien drags Elias into his suite and forces himself on the terrified virgin, ignoring pleas and tears as he claims him roughly through the night. Amid coercion and unwilling moans, the encounter stretches into multiple intense rounds until exhaustion claims Damien. At last, Elias leaves the room with desperation but forever marked by the powerful man's violation. A seed now planted in him which he doesn't know.

For centuries, I have watched humans from the skies, nothing more than a shadow in their nightmares. To them, I was a beast—a monster to be slain, a creature incapable of love. And for the longest time, I believed they were right. Then, I met him. Fred. A human who was fearless enough to defy me, stubborn enough to challenge me, and foolish enough to see something in me that no one else ever had. At first, I despised his presence. He was a reminder of everything I could never have, of the world that would never accept me. But the more I watched him, the more I found myself drawn to him. His fire rivaled my own, his determination matched my strength, and before I knew it, I was craving something I had never dared to desire. Him. But love between a dragon and a human is forbidden. When war threatens to tear his kingdom apart, Fred is forced to stand against me. And I… I am left with a choice that should be easy for a dragon like me. Do I burn his world to the ground? Or do I give up everything I am, just to stand beside him?

Ten years ago, the Harrington family went through a home invasion. My mother, a maid, shielded Liam with her life. Holding my hands tight, Liam promised, "Andrea, don't worry. I'll protect you forever." I believed him. Our bond grew naturally, and we had a beautiful daughter together. Then, she was diagnosed with leukemia. In her last days, all she wanted was to spend one birthday with her dad. I called him, desperate to make it happen. "Millie doesn't have much time left. All she wants is one birthday with you. Can you come?" His voice on the other end went icy. "Really? This your latest stunt? Using your dead mom wasn't enough, now it's our daughter for pity? Disgusting." I tried to deny it, but he cut me off. "Don't mess with her head. Learn from Vivian—she's got a real heart." That night, our daughter passed away. Later, Vivian posted on social media: [Finally taking that couples' trip someone promised me!] I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I just texted Liam: [We're done.]

In my previous life, during my birthday party, my wife Ruby’s so‑called best friend, Hayden, walked up to me with a glass of wine and a smirk. “Ruby had a little too much to drink last night,” he said. “I helped her shower. Hope you do not mind.” I lost my temper on the spot, and I demanded a divorce. I left with nothing because I wanted to get away from the two of them as quickly as possible. In the end, I died alone in a rented apartment. No one came to see me, not even once. After my death, Ruby’s company went public without any trouble. Her wedding with Hayden became the talk of the city. Everyone called them a perfect match. When they mentioned me, there was only ever one line: "That man just had bad luck. He was never meant for anything better." When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my birthday party. Hayden walked up to me once more and repeated the exact same words. This time, I did not get angry. I smiled. I reached for Yara, my closest friend, who had come with me, and slipped my arm through hers in an intimate gesture. Under Ruby and Hayden's stunned gazes, Yara blinked innocently at Ruby, whose face had gone pale. "Ruby, don't be jealous. Jeff and I grew up together." She paused just long enough, then added with a faint smile, "After all, I was the one who taught him his first time."

Jasmine Goldwyn was born into power, an heiress to one of the most influential empires in the country, but betrayal shattered her perfect life. First, by the husband she trusted… then, by the best friend she loved like a sister. After a brutal accident that left her unrecognizable and erased her memory, Jasmine woke up in a stranger’s world. Cipher D’Amato who happens to be a cold, calculating billionaire claimed to be her fiancé, married her, and gave her a new name… Sophie. But Cipher’s rescue was no act of love, it was a business move built on lies, secrets, and selfish gain. Now, Jasmine’s memories have returned and with them came with the truth about Cipher, the husband who betrayed her, and the dark conspiracy that nearly ended her life. Cipher thinks she’ll stay. Her ex husband believes she’s dead. They’re both wrong. The Man Who Stole My Name is a gripping dark billionaire romance about twisted love, betrayal, identity, and a woman’s ruthless quest for the truth and revenge.

When American engineer Evan Hart arrives in Rome, he expects worn stones, ancient architecture, and a chance to quietly rethink his failing marriage. He doesn’t expect Livia Moretti—the enigmatic archivist whose fragile intensity pulls him into a slow-burning, dangerous affair he never meant to start. Livia is brilliant, secretive, and a little broken… and Evan can’t stay away. But when he finally tells his wife Leah he wants a separation, she collapses, claiming she’s been diagnosed with a devastating neurological disease. Overnight, Evan’s guilt becomes a trap. Then Livia disappears without a trace. Anonymous photographs of him and Livia arrive in the mail. A stranger begins watching his apartment. And Leah—sweet, steady Leah—starts behaving in ways he can’t explain. When Evan finds hidden documents and photographs connecting the two women in his life, he follows a clue to a remote coastal village, where he learns Livia once lived under a different name… and may have been running from something far darker than heartbreak. As Evan digs deeper, he uncovers the edge of a conspiracy built on identity, memory, and manipulation—one determined to keep its secrets buried. Someone is pulling strings. Someone is rewriting the truth. And someone wants Evan to stop asking questions. Caught between a wife he no longer understands and a lover who may not be who she claimed to be, Evan is forced to confront the one question he never thought to ask: If the women in his life are wearing borrowed identities… then who has been shaping his? In a story of seduction, deception, and emotional obsession, All the Names She Wore explores the dangerous terrain between love and control—and what happens when the truth becomes the most terrifying lie of all.

I was born an Omega in a world that hunts my kind. To survive, I became what they fear most — an Alpha. The academy I rule is built for predators. Only the strongest survive, and weakness means death. No one knows my secret. No one can know. Except him. My rival. My enemy. The Alpha who’s hated me from the moment we met. He should’ve exposed me. But instead, he cornered me— lips ghosting against my throat, breath hot and possessive. “Say my name, Omega.” And in that moment, everything I built— every lie, every mask, every ounce of control— came crashing down.