Saebyeok Suit Novels & Stories

He was just a stranger at the bar. One drink. One night. No names. Talia James didn’t plan to sleep with anyone, especially not a gorgeous, arrogant man in a designer suit with eyes cold enough to freeze fire. But one tequila too many, and her life changed forever. Nine months later? Twins. Two weeks after birth? That same man shows up at her door, DNA test in hand. “You had my children. You belong to me now.” Turns out, Ethan Wolfe is not just any man, he’s a billionaire CEO used to getting everything he wants. And right now? He wants her. Talia may have carried his babies, but she’s not about to be carried like some damsel. Not when he’s bossy, grumpy, and completely infuriating. Too bad the twins already love him. Too bad her heart might be next. One wild night. Two tiny surprises. And a CEO who won’t let her go.

One reckless kiss. One lethal secret. One Boss from Hell! Ariana Vale had a plan: wear a red power suit, ruin her cheating ex’s night, and kiss a gorgeous stranger to prove she’s moved on. It was the perfect performance. Until she walked into work the next morning. The stranger she borrowed isn't just her new CEO, he’s Lucien Blackthorne, an Alpha King with a silver heart and a predatory streak. He’s cold, he’s possessive, and thanks to a viral family group chat, he’s officially "taken" by the girl in the red suit. Now, Ariana is trapped in a corporate empire built on blood and moonlit secrets. Between a vengeful arranged bride and a boss who watches her like his next meal, she has one goal: Survival. But in Lucien’s world, "No" is just a challenge, and "Mine" is a death warrant. She prayed to be too bitter to eat. He decided he liked the taste.

Bri Ryeong has everything—power, wealth, control. What she doesn’t have is closure. When she walks into a velvet-lit club and finds the woman who once made her teenage years a living hell dancing under a different name, she doesn’t flinch—she plots. Zara has no idea who the mysterious, commanding woman in the tailored suit really is. All she knows is the way Bri watches her—like she owns her. Like she could ruin her. And the worst part? Zara wants her to. What begins as a game of power and lust spirals into a dangerous slow-burn of seduction, secrets, and emotional warfare. But when obsession turns tender and the lies start to catch up, Bri must face the hardest truth of all: The only thing more terrifying than falling for your former bully… is realizing you were never the one in control. Dark chemistry. Emotional tension. Heat with teeth. Welcome to a love story built on broken rules and burning restraint.

SYNOPSIS: DARANA One heist ,Three women, one jewel. My job was simple. Get into the fucking party, distract the old lady while Adrika got the damn jewel. It was going well until the grandson appeared. All gray eyed and clad in a suit so tight, my eyes were immediately glued to his sculpted body. This was going to be a problem because not only did I have to distract the old lady,I'd have to seduce her grandson too!. Her handsome grandson, who hadn't taken his eyes off me since he walked into the room. It shouldn't be difficult, After all… I wasn't called the mistress of deception for nothing. *************** Darana belongs to the Twilight Rose trio. Being the mistress of seduction and deception, she walks into the Titterington Empire with her head held high. But what happens when the grandson,Niklaus Titterington sees through her games, or worse still, offers her a deal she can't refuse?

Three years ago, billionaire Damian Veyron buried his brother and vowed revenge on the man who destroyed his life. Now, the man is dead, but his daughter still breathes. Aria Chen has already lost everything, her parents, her dreams, and now her dying sister who needs a treatment she can’t afford. When a stranger in a black car offers her a lifeline, she takes it… until she realizes the price isn’t money. It’s her freedom. He wants her name. Her body. Her submission. A marriage bound not by love, but by vengeance. To save her sister, Aria signs the contract and becomes the bride of the man who swore to destroy her. But the devil in the tailored suit has secrets of his own, and the deeper she’s dragged into his world, the harder it becomes to tell which of them is truly trapped. A gripping dark romance of revenge, obsession, and forbidden desire, where love isn’t the cure, it’s the punishment..

“He told me to run. I chose to kneel.” Maya has spent years hiding her dark, twisting crush on Silas King…her best friend’s father, a ruthless corporate billionaire twice her age. He is a predator in a suit, cold, calculating, and strictly off-limits. But when a blizzard traps them in his isolated Aspen lodge, the mask slips. Silas hasn’t just been ignoring Maya; he’s been starving for her. Trapped by snow and silence, the boundaries of morality shatter. Silas offers Maya a choice: “leave the room now and save herself, or stay and belong to him forever.” Maya stays. But what starts as a forbidden holiday fling spirals into a dangerous obsession. From the frozen peaks of Aspen to the cutthroat boardrooms of New York, Silas will burn his entire empire to the ground to keep her. Even if it costs him his daughter. Even if it costs him his soul. In this game of ownership, love isn't a fairy tale….it’s a war.

My dad arrives at the hotel after taking three bus rides from the town two hours before the wedding starts. He's wearing the old suit that he has kept for the past ten or so years. The cuffs have gone white from all the washing, and his shoes shine brightly from all the polishing. Before entering, Dad has specifically pinned the red boutonniere to his chest several times while looking at his reflection in the glass of the hotel's main entrance just so he can get it right. After all, it symbolizes his status as the bride's father. When Dad is about to take his seat, he grasps the card that shows his seat as he approaches my future husband, Elliott Chambers, tentatively. "Elliott, there seems to be a mistake with my seat." Elliott merely glances at the card before pushing it back to Dad. "Your seat is correct. There are limited spots at the main table, so you'll have to sit at a spare table at the back." Dad is stunned by Elliott's answer. "But it says here that I'm meant to sit at the main table…" Elliott frowns at Dad. "This is a last-minute adjustment. The shareholders and important clients of Chambers Corp will be attending my wedding today. Not everyone gets to sit at the main table." Dad looks down at his old suit before he slowly stuffs the card back into his pocket. He wants to take off the boutonniere, but the pin gets stuck in the fabric of his jacket. The more he wants to take it off, the more his hand keeps shaking. That's when Elliott's mother, Catherine Aldridge, speaks up. "All the seats are the same, Patrick. Don't cause any trouble for Elliott now." Dad quickly nods in response. "You're right. I'm fine with any seat." Then, he picks up the old wooden chest that's sitting by his feet before heading toward the spare table that's located in the corner. I raise my head, only to see a seating card titled "The Carvers" being placed on the most obvious spot of the main table. At the moment, Elliott is helping Claire Carver's mother into her seat. As for my dad, he's hugging the chest containing the wedding gifts meant for me while sitting by the kitchen door.

At the wedding banquet, my fiancé arrived late with his first love in a best man's outfit, while the groom's suit was thrown on the sofa in a mess. "Quentin, today is our wedding..." "Natalie!" Quentin interrupted me sharply, his eyes full of warnings. "I think you should know what to say and what not to say. Be accommodating and don't make me hate you." I laughed bitterly. Just because Quentin's first love lost her memory, everyone was playing a game of finding memories with her, so we had to hide it from her and coax her, and not overwhelm her. In order to comfort me, Quentin came forward and hugged me, and whispered in my ear, "Nat, you can understand me, right?" I nodded to show my understanding, turned around, and took the hand of the real best man to join in holy matrimony. Later, when I was shopping in the mall while pregnat, he stopped me with tears in his eyes: "Nat, we were all acting, weren't we? How did you get pregnant?"

I was born a Rogue. At seven, my sorry excuse of a father almost sold me to a disgusting old wolf. Julian the Alpha saved me. He taught me how to fight, to have dignity. Another Alpha, Lucian, showed me how sweet life could be. They treated me like their precious treasure. It all changed when their childhood sweetheart Claire returned. Julian and Lucian stopped spending time with me, and even severed our mind link. I thought that if I worked harder and was more obedient—if I changed myself to suit their tastes a little more—I could get them back, even if it meant losing myself entirely. One day, everything ended. To protect Claire, they intentionally rigged the game and lost the match. They threw me into the Death Forest, full of savage Beasts. There, a Beast pounced at me, its sharp fangs tearing my neck apart. I closed my eyes, the smell of blood drowning me amidst the cheers. No one cared for me… None. So be it! No longer would I have any expectations!

Everyone says I'm lucky to be Frosthowl pack's Luna because my Alpha mate, Matthew White, loves me dearly. I love roses and fireworks, so he buys all that are available on my birthday. When it's almost midnight, he kisses me tenderly and says, "I'll turn you into a Luna that everyone envies, Amber." The fireworks light up the sky above the castle of roses he's built for me, and they go on for the rest of the night. They make it seem brighter than day. He and I do it underneath the fireworks and flowers throughout the night, and I accidentally catch a cold. Matthew is so guilty that he summons the pack's best healer to treat my inconsequential cold. All the werewolves treat our mate bond as a symbol of true love. However, just moments ago, I found a torn pair of black stockings in his suit jacket's pocket. I never wear those. However, his secretary, Beth Seymour, who helps him deal with the pack's matters, wears them every day.