Joshua is the assistant to the cold, intimidating CEO Jeonghan, who barely spares him a glance. But one drunken mistake changes everything-Joshua accidentally leaves behind a diary entry describing his very explicit thoughts about his boss. The next day, Jeonghan calls him into his office, holding the diary in his hand, and smirks: "You have quite the imagination, Mr. Hong. Care to explain?"

"Looking back, our meeting wasn't just a chance-it's 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑒" 𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖳𝗂𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 : ❝𝑌𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑒❞ | 𝖧𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗁𝗈 ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵃˢ ᵐʸ ᶠⁱʳˢᵗ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ 🐢 *[UNDER REVISION]* 𝗦ŦØɌɎ ȻØ𝗡ŦȺƗ𝗡𝗦 ° • SMUT • CURSINGS • CRINGE AF ____________ • ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴏʟs ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ [𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜] ================ ʰⁱᵍʰᵉˢᵗ RANKING°~ ☘️ #3skzff #1hyunho #1minhwang #1hyunknow #3leeknow #2hyunjin

Wherein the darkness meets the light.

Jessie Hearthstone, he's cute, shy and innocent, who can melt everyone's heart by the look of his hazel green eyes. But life never give anything free, the price for his beauty is a sickness. Jessie is weaker than normal people, he has slight anxiety social disorder, trust issue and can easily get hyperventilation but worst of all his mentally can collapse again at any time since his mother's death. What will Jessie do when he start to know he is being stalked? A stalker that has power in his hand and a dangerous aura which no one can compare... This story is rated R

A business contract, that's our marriage described. We both forced to sign in, but do we need to force to love each other too?

"In a world where secrets and lies reign supreme, Ishan's life is turned upside down.. Forced into a marriage with a man consumed by vengeance and ambition, Ishan is trapped in a living nightmare. "P-please...leave me alone," Ishan begged, his voice shaking with tears. "Never," his captor growled, his eyes glinting with a sinister intensity. "You'll be mine, forever." As Ishan struggles to survive the deadly game of cat and mouse, he uncovers the shocking truth about his husband's ruthless ambition. Will Ishan be able to escape the toxic web of deceit and revenge, or will he become the next pawn in a deadly game of power and control? Dive into the dark, twisted world of 'Bound by Deceit' to find out."

His Husband Series: Book 1 Kartik Arora has everything a person could ask for-success, respect, wealth, and a loving family. As the CEO of Arora Corporation, his life is perfectly organized, leaving little room for surprises. Advik Sharma lives a simple life in Jaipur, surrounded by warmth, family, and the comfort of everyday routines. Gentle, shy, and caring, he finds happiness in the little things-a cup of tea, home-cooked meals, and taking care of the people he loves. When an arranged marriage unexpectedly brings their worlds together, two strangers must learn to share not just a home, but their lives.

arranged marriage 🏅#1-peace

Shubman Gill - 6'2, Hukum of Punjab, Mafia King. He fears no man, bows to no law, and owns everything he touches. Except the one thing he wants most: Abhishek Sharma's heart. Abhishek Sharma - 5'7, fire in human form. Bold, defiant, and allergic to obedience. He hates Shubman with every breath, and makes sure Shubman knows it. Every order is broken. Every rule is shattered. Every Jaan, Princess, Sweetheart is answered with asshole. Shubman should break him. Shubman should punish him. But he doesn't. Because obsession isn't logical. It's a disease. And Shubman's been terminal since the day he saw him. A forced marriage. A mafia throne. A love that tastes like war. When the Hukum of Punjab claims you, there is no divorce. There is only surrender Top:Shubman bottom :Abhishek

HIS PERFECT STRANGER Subtitle: Our Slow Blooms The scent of marigolds was suffocating. The sacred fire was a witness to a union born of a dying man's wish and a living man's despair. Arth looked at his husband-the man he had loved from the shadows for years-and saw only a stranger. A man whose soul was buried in a grave three years ago. "Humne phere le liye hain, Zamindar Ji..." Arth's voice was a fragile whisper, his eyes searching for a single spark of warmth in the cold marble of Vikram's face. Vikram didn't look back. His gaze was fixed on the portrait of the woman whose place Arth could never take. "Shaadi hui hai, Arth. Rishta nahi." Vikram's voice was like a frost that killed the first bloom of spring. "Is ghar ki dehleez ke andar tum sirf ek zimmedari ho. Meri patni ki jagah lene ki koshish bhi mat karna... kyunki vo jagah aaj bhi bhari hui hai." Arth stood in the silence of a room that still smelled like another woman's perfume, holding a glass of water from a man who gave him everything except a reason to breathe. He had married his dream, only to realize he was living in someone else's nightmare. What happens when the heart you want to heal is the one that refuses to beat for anyone living? Can a shadow ever compete with a ghost? Dive into a tale of 19th-century angst, silent tears, and a love so patient it might just break before it blooms.