For every step she took toward freedom, he held the chain just a little tighter. "Without hesitation, his other hand slipped inside her shirt, a single finger pressing against her lower stomach, causing her to gasp in surprise, catching her off guard. 'You're not particularly obedient, are you?' he inquired, his face drawing even closer to hers. 'Imagine my finger as a gun, pressing against your delicate skin. Would you want me to pull the trigger?' he continued, her heart racing as she feared he might hear its rapid beat. Caught off guard, she found herself unable to utter a word. His intense, dark eyes left her on the verge of tears. Every aspect of him felt overwhelmingly intense. Pressing his finger a little harder into her skin, she took a deep breath, sensing him already aware of it. 'What happened? I thought you said you speak as you please,' he mocked her. 'Don't touch me,' she finally mustered the courage to speak. Instead of releasing her, he pressed even harder, causing her to hold her breath. 'You're scared. Scared of me. And yet, you have the audacity to speak back. Weren't you taught to stay silent when someone tells you to?' he tilted his head, relishing the conflict between the fear evident in her face and the defiance in her words. 'And who are you to silence me?' she spat back, refusing to back down. In that moment, he pressed his finger even harder against her skin, eliciting a slight hiss from her at the increased pressure. 'You'll find out soon. Better start praying,' he hissed, his voice low but laced with danger. 'Don't even think about messing with my anger-I'll fucking ruin you. So keep your pretty mouth shut and listen if you know what's good for you.' 'Or else,' he mumbled, his nose almost touching hers, feeling her hold her breath. 'Bang,' he continued, mimicking a gunshot with his finger on her skin, causing her to flinch slightly." ⚠️

-In which a tall and intimidating tattoo artist, wrapped in the inks of tattoos and piercings, a total heartthrob of the town is utterly head over heels and wrapped around the small fingers of the tiny little chaotic cutie who works the night shift on the convenience store he is a regular of. ----- Tattoo artist au. convenience store worker au. Age gap au. (Nothing illegal dw) ©Yoonchrisgull

Falling for him was as dangerous as the races he ruled. "Wonwoo hummed thoughtfully. 'You're quite young. Be cautious around men from Seoul. They have a way of deceiving,' he cautioned, his gaze lingering on her for a moment as the car came to a stop at a red light. 'And what about you?' she asked bluntly, regretting her words almost immediately after they left her lips. Wonwoo glanced at her, his expression unreadable for a moment before a light chuckle escaped his lips. The sound was low and melodic, mixing with the soft hum of the engine. He licked his lips, a subtle gesture that drew Yuna's attention. 'Me?' he repeated, his voice smooth. 'I don't mess with good girls,' he replied casually, his gaze meeting hers briefly before returning to the road ahead." His life was a race, and she was just another prize to claim.

When people are given seven wishes that will surely be granted, of course they'd wish for things like; • Money • Luck • Mansion But that's not for Kang Yeoreum. For sure she'd wish for; • Kim Mingyu • Kim Mingyu • Kim Mingyu

"I like you and I always did" "Well, that's too bad because I don't like you." Seo Na Mi has been in love with her best friend Jeon Wonwoo for years, she then proceeds to confess to him, but then he blatantly rejected her love. Not willing to give up Nami proceed to do anything to make him fall in love, but then when another friend came in rolling in their lives will Seo Na mi change heart? Book 1 of the Seventeen Series

"Trust me, if you're just gonna keep maintaining your grades like these, you're not going to get accepted by any University." "Mind you! I'll prove you that I'm gonna graduate with good grades and get accepted to Seoul University!" Kim Hangyeol is an ordinary 18 year old high school student who ranked in the top 30 lowest in overall rankings. With such grades, will she be able to go to University? High School's been killing her, moreover ever since her new homeroom teacher is Mr. Jeon, the strictest teacher she've ever met. Mr. Jeon have been getting onto Hangyeol's nerves ever since. Will she even survive?

Working with a famous idol group is probably every fan's dream job. Except when you find out one of the members turns out to be your ex-boyfriend from years ago. The one who once cherished you. The one who then lost his love for you. After spending years abroad trying to move on, fate wants you to meet him again. To cross paths with him is not the main issue, unraveling your past that has been buried deep is.

Wonkyung traveled back in time to 1984 in order to find out the truth.

CHOI EMPIRE. Yeeva turned around and was about to go inside the hall where others were. But before she could take step Seungcheol grab her wrist making her spin around . She ended up crashing on his chest. A gasp escaped from her mouth. Her heartbeat get too loud maybe he can hear them too. He rapped his one hand around her waist other was still grabing the same wrist. Her both hand are on his chest for the suport. She ended up standing on her toes . Their face is so close to each other that even her tip of nose touching his She can feel his breath on her lips. His scent was way stronger than her. She can clearly smell his masculine scent giving her goosebumps . She felt some rumbling sensation in her stomach like lots of butterflies flying in their. He bring his face near her ear and spoke in his deep and raspy voice. " you seems more eager to be my wife." She tightly grip his coat feeling a sensation in her body when he spoke . She felt like her legs getting weak . She will end up falling if he was not grabbing her now. " Better not to fall for me babe, it will be dangerous for you if you didn't get the same feeling as yours from me " ----------------------------------------------------------------- choi Seungcheol the eldest son of choi empire . pride of the family .being an elder son of empire bring lots of responsibility . this made him cold and full of malepride always try anything for his family. love his 12 cousins more like a real brother park yeeva the beautiful heiress of park empire which deals food and industry sector. but she always hide her identity from world she hates to be center of attention .live with her grandmother a normal village life . what happen these two encounters with each other what if park yeeva was forced to live empire life will both of them can survive or more chores to be happen??

What if revenge isn't the answer, but the curse? In a world haunted by tragedy, Minghao seeks revenge for his sister's death, believing Kim Nabi to be the culprit. But as passion intertwines with secrets, he discovers a chilling truth that could shatter everything he thought he knew. "Without hesitation, he seized her, lifting her form from the ground with a forceful grip, and flung her against the wall. His body pressed against hers, an overwhelming sensation of pain engulfing her, and a whimper of pain escaped her lips. 'Do you know how I immediately realized it was you?' His voice, a dangerous whisper, as his gaze fixed on her lips. With a deliberate slowness, his hand trailed down, fingers grazing her side until they settled on the spot where the butterfly tattoo adorned her skin. 'This,' he continued, his eyes locking onto hers, 'this tattoo confirmed my suspicion.' The intensity of his gaze bore into her. 'But now that I look at you more carefully,' he began, his gaze lingering on her body. 'Where are the scars on your thighs?' His inquiry cut through the tension. His fingers danced along the fabric of her dress, a mockery in his touch. 'Are they conveniently hidden beneath this short dress?' His voice dripped with skepticism, a bitter amusement that twisted the knife deeper. 'Oh, no..I'm wrong,' he remarked, his gaze scrutinizing her more closely. 'It seems that they are still visible, but made more difficult to detect due to the stockings.' Nabi's heart pounded in her chest, her sense of dignity unraveling with every word. In a swift motion, Minghao forcefully tore the stockings off one of her legs, exposing the scars that marred her skin. The room echoed with Nabi's cries, her voice a symphony of pain and fear, resonating through the air like a haunting melody. ⚠️ 🏆 #1 in seventeen #1 in svt #1 in scoups #1 in minghao #1 in hoshi #1 in vernon #1 in seungcheol