It was supposed to be a night of fun, of celebration, of forgetting that they were going their separate ways in life tomorrow--for college, for jobs, for whatever life had in store for them. They were going to make it a night to remember.  And it was a night that Song Hyo Rim never forgot for the rest of her life, but for all the wrong reasons. She remembers it by the scar that crosses her face that she sees in the mirror every day, by the bitter expression that's eteched on her face,

Kim Eunhye is an Elite--pureblood Werewolves who are stronger, faster, and overall better than those who have allowed their blood mixed with human blood. She has been raised all her life being told what to do, even who she's going to marry--whether she likes it or not. Though she doesn't necesarilly hate her mate-to-be,Jung Yunho, she isn't thrilled about having no control over he life, particularly who she's allowed to love.  She occassionally di

Jaejoong is everything a woman wants. He’s rich, he’s mysterious, and he’s outrageously good looking. He gets everything he wants and never refuses a woman—he sleeps with them and then never sees them again. He’s living every man’s dream. But Jaejoong can’t enjoy it, can’t feel anything. Because he was cursed by a witch to forever crave, to forever yearn but never be able to satisfy, never be able to feel. Everyday is hell, every day is torture and a reminder of what he’s done.

  "I'm too dirty to go to heaven."