Teahyung :- I like you so it's not means I will treat you like a queen.... I knew this is not love, but still I don't want to leave you... He said while grabing her throat and pressing that enough to feel her suffocate.... If you don't want me to fuck you ruthlessly then answer me in words..And about your head..I will use this for another thing...He said while smirking .. __________________________________________________________________ What will happen when a dengerous mafia will get obsessed with a innocent girl ..Will he make her his queen or slave .... To know this story you need to read this story.... --------------------------------------- This story contain dark theme like Murder, Abuse, rape, curse words.... So watch this in your own risk.... 🔞 This is short fan fiction.. English is not my first language so you have to bear some🙄 I think too much mistakes.... 🙂

Jk- Trying to escape? I breathed not able to speak anything. He was clenching his jaws & his hands formed a fist. He looked terrifying like a satan. He snatched me out of my thoughts when he shouted. Jk - Open your f***king mouth !! Speak! I cringed hard at his shout. My brain was all confused about what to say. As his scary eyes were fixed on me. He began taking his steps toward me and a chill went down my spine at his every step. He sniffed in anger and continued. Jk - Are you a mute, Huh? How dare you try to run away. Come with me. He grabbed my wrist and started dragging me inside the mansion again. . . Read it to know. Its my first ff so please avoid any grammatic mistakes as english is not my first language. I own the story and nothing other than that, I don't allow anyone to use my story.

What happens when the dangerous Mafia does not want your money but something else in return? Are you ready to freeze at his cold stare and burn with the intensity of his closeness? ･↝ "Why? I did my part of job, now you are to do the same." He husked, pulling me more closer to his chest and his hand now brushing against my clothed arm, I jerked it away immediately, "I-i did already, I cleaned the whole room!" I spoke, desperately trying to be freed. "Didn't you said you would provide me 'special service'?" He asked, making me look up as I realised what he meant. He was smirking at my state while I was suddenly feeling more scared of him, "I-i am sorry I-i can't do that." I tried to say. "Do what?" He was playing around with me, I think he loved seeing me scared of him. _______________________________________ "How does it feel? To loose a loved one?" "How does it feel? To kill a loved one?" The truth is that, we can never escape our own deeds, no matter how much we run, we always end up circling around our fate. ________________________________________ "You killed her!" We both screamed in rage, eyes bloodshot red and hatred filled in our eyes. "Don't. You dare to lie. Again." He growled, grabbing my jaw in anger. I let my tears run down a river again, glaring at him with all the hatred I had built in my heart for him. "Asshole!" I muttered with a smirk, his eyes piercing my soul in half. ❥are you ready,darling? _____________________________________ ☞strong language+ mention of violence, suicide,etc. ☞death of a really important and beloved character! ☞Mafia au, angst.

"A student who studied at Seoul University is found dead at the campus. The investigation team confirmed that it was a planned murder." As Y/N L/N started on her second year at Seoul University, the weight of her unspoken feelings for Jeon Jungkook burdened her every step. Adding to her turmoil, the mischievous presence of Kim Taehyung seemed determined on igniting her frustration at every turn, further complicating her path to confession. Everything was going well, with the bustling halls of the university filled with students focused on their studies, until it happened-an unexpected murder of a student who studied at the university. As the investigation began, heaving a shadow of fear, another student mysteriously disappeared, sending shockwaves through the campus and plunging it into chaos. Y/N couldn't ignore the curiosity that consumed her as she started seeing things that went unnoticed by others. Fueled by determination and urge to protect her friends, she decided to find the murderer, even if it means putting herself in danger. As Y/N delves deeper into her journey for answers, she started doubting herself-could she be on the right path, when the killer is inapproachable for even the trained investigation team to uncover? Many truths are yet to discover. When these truths are revealed, whose side will you choose? [Previous name of book: Seoul University]

The eyes of a psychopath will deceive you; they will destroy you. They will take from you, your innocence, your pride, and eventually your soul. _______________________________________________________ It's hard to recognize the devil when his hand is on your shoulder. That's because a psychopath is just a person before he becomes a headline. -Y/N Y/N is a normal high school student who lives alone. She befriends Jungkook. Jungkook seems normal, but then, he is not what the world thinks he is. There is a very dark story behind his smile that no one knows about. Who is Jungkook? Is he a normal human being or an inhuman monster? Read this story to find out. _______________________________________________________ This story is very dark and messed up. I love writing stories about crime, psychos, and psychopaths. So, if you are sensitive to such dark topics, please don't read this story. There are so many triggering and horrifying scenes in this story. This story is not for people who like happy endings and happily ever after endings like Disney princess movies. It's pretty dark. Don't expect such bubbly, sunshine, and happily ever after endings. Brace yourself for a dark, triggering, horrifying and gruesome journey. Contains: Smut Gory content Abuse Violence Warning: This story is not meant for people below 18 years of age as it is extremely dark and erotic. Psychopathic AU A Jungkook Fan Fiction. Highest rankings #1 in horror-thriller #1 in btssmut #1 in darklove #1 in bangtan #1 readerxjungkook #1 in jungkookbts #1 in jkjk #1 in jeonjungkook #1 in goldenmaknae #1 in jungkookfanfic #1 in jungkookfic #1 in jungkookff #1 in psycho-thriller #2 in gory #2 in jungkook #2 in abusivecontent #2 in jeonjungkookbts #3 in horror #3 in dark #3 in horrorfanfic Status: Completed

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 × 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 34 × 22 She sit in horror,eyes flicking between his face and the weapon in his hand, then to her weeping family.Time seemed to stop. The priest.The guests.The walls.They all vanished.There was only Vikram and the cage he'd made for her. "You see, jaan "he murmured darkly"fate has brought us together And now,we are going to seal it..with marriage." Aradhya shook her head, voice shaking. "Please, sir..don't do this.I don't want to marry you.I'll never love you.Just leave me.." He smiled,that cold, monstrous smile."You don't have a choice.You bumped into me during the mehndi.And tradition demands we marry." "That's not a real tradition,"she whispered through her tears."You're just using it to control me." "perhaps "Vikram replied smoothly his voices calm but his his eyes flashing anger.."But it doesn't matter. You'll marry me.And that's final." The mangalsutra was next.Its gold chain and shiny diamond rested against her neck like a shackle.Her breath hitched.And then,the final blow vermilion.He smeared it across her hairline,sealing her fate with him in most brutal way ever. Vikram's eyes gleamed with victorious fire as he leaned close,his fingers tightening on her waist. "Now , you are mine.."he whispered "And no one can take you away from me." Aradhya's eyes flared."You'll regret this," she hissed."I won't be your prisoner forever." Vikram only chuckled. "I'm counting on it " he whispered "You'll learn to love me Aradhya one way or another.This is our destiny." "𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭.𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞..𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬."

不幸な | 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 ━ ( yandere muzan kibutsuji x fem! reader ) ━ ━ ━ ━ ➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a woman from the present gets transported into the world of Demon Slayer far beyond the normal timeline, trying to figure out a way back all the while a certain demon lord obsesses over her and her unique ability of regeneration ━ ━ ━ ━ ➺ mature themes and language ➺ started: feb 5, 2022 ➺ republished: july 24, 2024 ➺ ended: july 24, 2024 ➺ status: completed ━ ━ ━ ━ 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 #1 - kny #1 - muzan #1 - kibutsuji #1 - yandere #1 - yanderexreader #1 - demons #1 - demonslayer #2 - anime #2 - yandere #3 - lust #10 - fanfiction #12 - dominance ━ ━ ━ ━ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 Demon Slayer

He saw her once... and decided she was his. Zain Mirza doesn't chase. He doesn't beg. And he doesn't hear the word no. Powerful, feared, and always in control - he's a man who bends rules, people... and fate itself. Until her. Y/n Layla Khan is everything he's not used to. Bright. Kind. Full of life. A woman who laughs easily... and trusts too little. And worst of all? She's family. Off-limits. Untouchable. Forbidden. But obsession doesn't care about boundaries. - The hall shimmered with lights, laughter echoing in every corner... "Did you eat?" Y/n Layla smiled, nudging her colleague, Raahil. Her laughter was soft. Warm. Effortless. And across the room- Zain Mirza stopped. His eyes locked on her. The way she smiled. The way she leaned closer. The way she looked comfortable... with someone else. Something dark twisted inside him. And in the next moment- his hand was around her wrist. "Stay away from him." - The more she smiles around others... the darker his jealousy grows. The more she lives freely... the tighter he wants to hold on. Because Zain Mirza doesn't lose. And he's not about to lose her. Even if it means destroying the very light that made him want her in the first place.

Dilan Malik was the epitome of beauty and innocence. Pure, untainted, radiant-a fragile bloom in a world that often demanded thorns. Rudra Sagar Rathore was the opposite: cunning, ruthless, a snake slithering through the corridors of power. Betrayal was his signature, and manipulation his art. And now, he had set his eyes on her-not her, but the empire her name carried. The elections. The money. The power. That was his goal. Her body, her soul, her trust-they were just tools in his hands. She didn't know the kind of storm that was coming. She only wanted one thing: someone to erase the weight she had been carrying alone, someone to lift her from the ruins of a family collapsing like an old, fragile vase. ..... Notification came The one that shattered her world. A video of her surrendering herself willingly. Of her body, her trust, her innocence... all exploited, all public, all viral. She loves him beyond anything and here he make a show of her trust and love... His face? Hidden. Blurred. An enigma wrapped in shadows. But hers? Her body became the world's possession. .. "I hate myself for loving him," she whispered through tears, clutching her belly where the seed of his betrayal is breathing with her Abira's hands were on her, bloodshot eyes reflecting horror, helplessness, rage. Her baby sister... reduced to a headline. .. Falling for her was never on his list. But here he was-mad, possessive, captivated, loving her like a storm loves the shore. .... He hated her faith. He hated the mere existence of Muslims. She... saw humanity in everyone, lived it for the sake of Allah, even as the world crumbled around her. And now, their fates were entwined-her innocence, his obsession, a viral scandal that could destroy everything. Somewhere between power and betrayal, love and hate, the world waited. And it was ready to watch it all burn. ---

Seraphina Calloway always believed she would recognize betrayal if it ever came near her marriage. She imagined it loud. Obvious. Unforgivable. She never imagined it would look like this. Like her husband smiling at another woman the way he used to smile at her. Like late-night messages that weren't inappropriate - just intimate. Like emotional comfort slowly being outsourced. And she definitely never imagined standing outside a glass office in downtown Los Angeles... Watching her husband hesitate before pulling away from another woman's lips. The kiss wasn't hungry. It wasn't desperate. It was worse. It was familiar. And in that single second - She realized she had already been replaced emotionally long before that moment happened. She didn't scream. She didn't storm in. She simply turned... And walked away from the life she thought was unbreakable.