Sharp 162 Sakura

영원한 사랑을 맹세했던 남자의 외도를 알게 된 원유희. 밀려오는 배신감에 정신없이 술을 마시다 다음날 낯선 남자와 호텔 스위트룸에서 눈을 뜨게 되는데…… 놀란 원유희는 남자의 얼굴도 확인하지 않고 그대로 줄행랑을 치게 된다. *2년 후, 원유희는 고모의 부탁으로 귀국행 비행기에 오르게 되고, 고모가 주최한 파티에서 고모의 양아들을 만나게 된다. 근데 그의 얼굴이 어딘가 모르게 낯설지가 않다.‘설마 그때 그 남자가 김신걸?’제성 바닥에서 재력이면 재력, 인물이면 인물 뭐 하나 빠지는 게 없는 김신걸은 어딜 가나 화제의 인물이다. 어릴 적부터 만인의 사랑을 받은 그는 만사에 냉정하고 사랑을 줘본 적이 없는 남자다.*어느 날 김신걸이 사무실 문을 열고 들어가자 소파에 곱게 머리를 땋은 여자 아이가 앉아있었다.그는 어리둥절한 표정으로 그 아이를 한참 보더니 고개를 갸우뚱했다.“어디서 본 얼굴인데…… 내가 아는 여자랑 똑같이 생겼어.”여자 아이의 반짝거리는 눈동자와 가지런한 눈썹은 김신걸의 시선을 앗아갔다.“그래요? 나랑 우리 오빠들도 똑같이 생겼는데!”때마침 TV에서 김신걸이 방송국 기자와 인터뷰했던 장면이 나왔다.“김 선생님, 당신은 돈, 외모, 권력 모든 것을 가졌잖아요. 다음 생에 딱 하나만 가지고 태어나야 한다면 뭘 가지고 싶나요?”“다 필요 없고, 번식력.”

Riley never planned to work for Jax Maddox—the arrogant, insufferable, and ridiculously good-looking tennis champion. She only took the job when her twin sister, Vanessa falsely applied for an elite assistant position under her name, landed it, and then vanished. But now, she’s stuck—answering to Jax’s impossible demands, biting back her sharp retorts, and trying not to lose her mind (or the job) under his relentless teasing. Jax Maddox doesn’t do assistants. They never last. And yet, there’s something about Riley—her sharp mouth, her refusal to be intimidated by him—that gets under his skin. So, instead of firing her, he makes her life miserable just to see how long she’ll last. But Riley has bigger things to worry about—like Leo Carter, Jax’s friend and the only man who has ever made her heart race at first sight. As Leo turns up the charm and Jax turns up the torment, Riley finds herself caught between two men who are used to winning. Riley has to decide: will she play it safe, or will she risk everything—including her heart? And for whom—Leo or Jax?

Sebastian doesn’t believe in letting go. Melisa doesn’t believe in remembering. Bound by trauma, desire, and a past soaked in secrets, their love grows sharp edges—beautiful, dangerous, and impossible to escape. Sebastian loves with obsession. Melisa loves with fear. Together, they spiral into a relationship where passion suffocates and loyalty becomes a threat. As the truth slowly surfaces, one thing becomes clear: This story was never meant to end happily. It was meant to haunt.

Adrian Hale and Elara Calder are forced into a merger neither wants. Bound by boardrooms and buried grudges, they clash at every turn, each convinced the other is responsible for their family’s downfall. What begins as open hostility slowly fractures under late nights, sharp words, and moments of accidental intimacy, neither can ignore. As tension deepens, hidden truths threaten everything they believe. Adrian and Elara must choose between the comfort of hatred and the risk of trusting each other.

I opened my eyes to a sharp sting in my arm. Pushing up my sleeve, I froze. A dense line of jagged letters had been carved into the skin of my right forearm: [This house has monsters! Every time I'm killed, I'm thrown into a loop and lose all my memories. With each death, I mark my hand.] Beneath the warning, three crooked tally marks were etched deep into my arm.

Axen is no simpering mate who hangs around moaning about being rejected. It was unanimously agreed, from the moment the Bond between him and the future Alpha Ravy struck, that he was an unacceptable mate. He was only 15 at the time, a lowborn, and physically the antithesis of the famous Pureblood Pack. But no one took into account the fact that sometimes, the Bond, refuses to break. Axen is Hansome smart, and has a sharp tongue. He doesn't need the pack and he certainly doesn't need Ravy.

Elise is just a humble maid who never imagined her life would change after working for Reiner, the heir of a wealthy family—cold, enigmatic, and untouchable. As she carries out her duties, Elise begins to feel a spark of emotion she knows she shouldn’t have. But their growing closeness stirs conflict, sharp warnings, and secrets threatening to unravel. Can Elise withstand the pressure, or will she have to let go of everything to keep her heart intact?

"Can I taste you down there?" He said and I swallowed. "I want to claim you." His words disrupted my thoughts and I inhaled in a sharp breath. "When you fell on my hands before practically falling on the floor, I knew I just had to have you." His deep voice reverberated throughout the empty room. He was sounded confident—no he was confident. "Even if it's for a night." “I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to inhale the sharp of your breath as blood rushes through your body. Tell me bunny, are you wet right now?” He asked and I inhaled sharply. He growled. She was Fire, and he wanted to consume every bit of her. It was supposed to be a one night of fun, letting go and celebrating graduation from college. That was all Emma had bargained herself for. He was Gideon, the owner of the biggest club in New York and few other countries. A typical player? No that wasn't the type of man he was, but that didn't mean he didn't mind having some fun occasionally. Or maybe more than occasionally. What then happens when the one night of fun revolves into a forever when an unnerving situation binds both parties together? Would they be able to make the best out of the situation or would it turn out to be a disaster?

Three days after the healer told me I was terminally ill, Keith Bradford—the alpha's heir—finally completed his training and returned to the pack. Rumor had it, he was back for his future mate. The alpha had chosen a perfect match for him—a well-bred, talented girl, two years younger than Keith. Sweet, gentle, never even had a boyfriend. The complete opposite of me, with exes as countless as the stars. It was not until a week after Keith returned that I finally saw him, outside the treatment room. He had not changed much—sharp features, high nose bridge, deep, defined eyes. Just as impossibly handsome as he was the first time we kissed. Almost as if sensing my gaze, Keith looked up, sharp and alert. Our eyes met—and for a second, it felt like the air froze. Everyone thought I would recklessly ruin Keith’s engagement, just like the wild girl I used to be. But what they didn’t realize was… my time was running out. I stepped forward, calm and composed, a faint smile on my lips. "It's been a while… my dear brother." I could not help but whisper in my heart, "These few days will be our final farewell, Keith."

Three days after my death, Dominic Sharp receives a phone call asking him to identify my body. He has an arm wrapped around a woman's waist as he says indifferently, "I couldn't care less if she's dead. Call me once she's been cremated." My body is sent to the crematorium. After putting the ashes into an urn, an employee calls Dominic again. He clucks his tongue impatiently. "Alright, alright. I'll be there soon."