Drunken Dream Guy

What do you do when the man of your dreams suddenly appears at your doorstep in the middle of the night? For one oblivious girl, the answer becomes clear when her crush shows up with hazy, drunken eyes, cutely calling her his "wifey." He is as irresistible as a cuddly Samoyed, and when he repeats his adorable late-night routine the very next evening, she simply cannot turn him away. But there is a twist to this reserved yet passionate man: he is actually allergic to alcohol.

Chapters

Chapter 1

: My Crush Called Me Wife

One night, my crush was standing at my door.

His eyes hazy with drink, he called me his wife.

A tipsy crush is just so adorable! Aaaah!

He was like that fluffy Samoyed from downstairs.

The next day, I came home late at night to find him sitting by my door, chin cupped in his hands, softly calling me his wife.

Who could possibly resist that?

And if he was calling me his wife, then of course I had to take him home.

A straight-shooting girl vs. the reserved guy with an alcohol allergy.

At 9:30 p.m., I had just made some instant noodles and was eating them while watching a workout video.

My body wasn't moving, but my soul was jumping right along.

Suddenly, someone started pounding on my door. I looked and saw it was my crush from across the hall.

We went to the same university and were both recommended for an internship at the same company.

So, by a stroke of luck, we ended up as neighbors, living right across the hall from each other.

The man I'd been drooling over for three years was now just a single door away from me.

"Zane Thorne, what's up?" I asked as I opened the door. He had been hanging his head, but he suddenly looked up, grinned at me, and announced, "I'm hungry."

He rubbed his stomach as he spoke.

Me: "?"

Zane Thorne had always been cold and taciturn. In the three years we were classmates and the three months we'd been neighbors, we had exchanged fewer than ten sentences.

Even when we ran into each other, he wouldn't so much as spare me a glance.

"Are... are you drunk?" I took a sniff. Yep, I could smell alcohol on him.

Zane Thorne slumped against my doorframe, whining pitifully, "Hungry!"

That single, melodramatic word, coming from the face I'd dreamed about for three years...

I mean, who could possibly resist that?

"I only have instant noodles. You'll have to make do," I said, letting him inside. By the time I'd closed the door, he was already sitting at my table, cupping his face in his hands again.

I muttered some Choice Words under my breath, trying to ignore how tempted I felt as I sat down across from him and stared.

"Zane Thorne, are you possessed or something?"

'He doesn't even smell that strongly of alcohol. Could he be allergic?'

"Feed me," he demanded, turning to me and opening his mouth. "Aah..."

Me: "!"

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7.1

Don't Cry Now, My Heartless Ex-Husband

7.1

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9.3

I Stole My Brother’s Destiny

9.3

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Action Modern Mystery Young Adult

7.8

Shadows of the Moon Bond: Sold to the Alpha Don's Fated Rejection

7.8

Elena Voss was sold like a debt receipt. Her greedy aunt and uncle handed her over to Damien Blackthorn-New York's untouchable billionaire tech mogul by day, ruthless Mafia Don and Alpha of the Blackthorn Pack by night-to settle a family debt they never asked her to pay. The moment their eyes met in that rain-soaked alley, the fated mate bond ignited like wildfire. For one reckless night, he claimed her body and soul, whispering "mine" against her skin while the Moon Goddess sealed their destiny. Then came the betrayal. On their first anniversary, he paraded his pureblood fiancée through their penthouse, let her kneel for him in the study while Elena watched from the shadows, and divorced her in front of the entire pack. "Wolfless trash," he snarled. "You were never more than payment." Heart in pieces and two tiny heartbeats growing inside her, Elena fled. She vanished into Seattle's gray drizzle, changed her name, cut her hair, and built a quiet life as a single mother. She swore the Blackthorn name would never touch her twins-Leo and Luna, the secret heirs he didn't even know existed. Five years later, the children's first uncontrolled shifts rip through their small apartment like lightning. The only place that can teach them control and keep them hidden from rival packs is back in New York-back under Damien's shadow. The Alpha Don who once threw her away is now obsessed. The fated bond never died; it only waited. He feels her every laugh, every tear, every protective growl she gives their children. He'll burn his empire, his alliances, and his pride to drag her back. But Elena isn't the broken girl he discarded anymore. She's a mother with claws. A luna who learned to bite. And this time, if he wants her forgiveness, he'll have to beg on his knees. Pregnancy. Divorce. Secret babies. Billionaire alpha. Mafia power plays. Revenge that burns slow and sweet. Some bonds can't be broken. Some rejections come with claws. And some second chances are paid for in blood.

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8.3

Surrogate For The Cursed Alpha

8.3

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Fantasy Modern Werewolf

8.9

The CEO's Fake Wife And Secret Triplets

8.9

Seraphina, a broke single mother of triplets, snuck into a billionaire's charity gala just for the free food, desperate to fund her daughter's urgent heart surgery. But her genius five-year-old son secretly hacked the gala's raffle system, thrusting them directly under the spotlight. The untouchable billionaire host, Donovan Vance, froze when he saw the star-shaped birthmark on her wrist—the exact same mark from a dark hotel room five years ago. Cornered, Seraphina was forced into a five-million-dollar marriage contract to appease Donovan's dying father and secure his corporate empire. She swallowed her pride, took the money to save her daughter, and moved into the penthouse. But Donovan's obsessive childhood friend, Gwendolyn, immediately targeted her. She humiliated Seraphina for her poverty and violently grabbed her in the foyer. "I dare you to get a DNA test. When the world finds out they're not his, he'll throw you into the street himself!" Gwendolyn's vicious threat made Seraphina's blood run cold. She was suffocating in sheer panic. She didn't even know if Donovan was actually the father. If a test proved he wasn't, she would be destroyed, and her daughter would lose her only lifeline. But to her absolute horror, Donovan's father overheard the threat and ordered a legally binding paternity test that very day to permanently silence all doubts. With the medical team arriving and nowhere left to run, the terrifying secret Seraphina had buried for five years was about to be dragged into the light.

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