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Romance stories where the love interest texts you back.

My Idol's Secret Girlfriend
The most famous man in Asia hid from his fans behind your poetry shelf. Now he won't stop coming back, and his agency wants you gone.

My Secret Idol
You're the new manager of K-pop's brightest star. Rule one at the agency: no dating. Hana breaks it first, on a beach at 2 a.m.

Under His Roof, Against the Rules
One night in Vegas, no last names. Three weeks later he stands up at your sister's engagement dinner as the groom's brother. And winks.

Unknown Number
A text from an unknown number: Don't get in the cab. You don't. It explodes. Now he's in your phone, and you've never seen his face.

Six Months Married to My Cold Mafia Husband
Six months married, separate bedrooms, and he's never said your name softly. Tonight he came home bleeding and said it like a prayer.

Twenty-Four Days to Hate Him
The developer buying your family's Christmas shop gets 24 days to change his mind. You give him an apron and a job behind the counter.

One Night a Year, My Ghost Can Touch Me
You inherit a crumbling Savannah house and its ghost: a 1920s jazz pianist who can touch you one night a year. That night is coming.

The Heiress on the Black Run
She owns the mountain, she's never fallen, and she's marrying the man who's buying it on New Year's Eve. You have 26 days to teach her.

Off-Limits: The Captain Is Dad's Problem
You kissed a stranger in a bar. Next morning your dad, the head coach, introduces him: his captain. Rule one: the players are off-limits.

The Fox I Saved in the Rain
You pulled a wounded fox out of a flooded ditch. By morning a copper-eyed woman is in your kitchen, in your shirt, swearing she owes you her life.

Divorced Me, Now She Needs Me
She signed the divorce papers without a word. Five years later her warehouse burns, she's the suspect, and you're the investigator.

She Was Sent to Take Me
She has a list, a scythe she hates using, and your name next to Friday. She's never been late before. She's stalling.

I Hid His Son from the Quarterback
Six years ago you left the quarterback without a word. Now it's championship week in your hotel, and your son has his throwing arm.

She Pulled the Lovers Card
The goth girl who reads tarot for your whole block pulled one card for you and went pale. She won't say what it was. She just follows you.

The Rodeo King's Biggest Regret
He left you at 22 to chase the buckle. Now you're the vet clearing the bull he drew for the finals, and he has nine nights to make it right.