"If they are just dreams...then how come they feel real?" Mia, who is willing to find out what happened to her past since the day of her horrible accident and wants to know the killer of her best friend, the only person she remembers from her black past. Yet, with the issue of finding trust in someone, after a horrible and triggering accident that is planted in her mind, is something she finds hard to accept. No one approach's her due to her extreme coldness and nastiness towards others but her life takes a twist when Wonwoo appears in her life. What will happen when she interacts with Wonwoo? Will she let him into her twisted world and let him help her into remembering her past and can get her the life she deserves? If she does, will she be happy with her answered questions? Started: 30/01/2024 Ended: 20/02/2025

Deception is Her Weapon; Vengeance is Her Cause. No mercy. "You thought you could deceive us. But in this game, baby, the rules were written by those who thrive in shadows." ⚠️ "'Look at you, little thing. I'm two sizes bigger than you. If I wrapped my hand around your throat, I could choke you,' he jeered, pressing the sharp blade even harder against her skin. 'Recycled lines, huh? You're running out of material,' she managed to retort, her voice strained from the pressure on her throat. In a sudden and abrupt motion, he threw the knife aside, his hand swiftly replacing the cold steel of the blade. And now, it was just his bare hand, a bold and strategic choice that demonstrated his confidence in his own strength. 'You really craved the sensation of my hand choking you, huh? You're enjoying this, aren't you, little slut? Feeling my grip tighten around your throat,' he snarled as he applied more force, pressing his hand deeper into her neck. 'Fuck you,' she managed to blurt out, her voice strained and raw, her eyes blurred with tears and her wounds stinging with pain. Mingyu let out a low chuckle. 'Fuck me? Yeah? Alright then,' he uttered with a smirk on his face. With deliberate movements, he reached towards her pants, his fingers moved diligently and precisely as they traced the zipper. 'You want me to fuck you right here, huh? Need an audience, kinky bitch?' he taunted, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as his fingers deftly undid the zipper of her pants. All eyes were fixated on them as Mingyu harshly began to pull her pants down, while she gasped for breath, each rasping inhale echoing in the tense silence of the room. 'Let's give them a good performance,' he replied with a smirk before loosening his grip on her neck, allowing her to gasp for air. Seizing the opportunity, he leaned in and his lips found hers, pulling her into a rough and dominating kiss.

|COMPLETED| For as long as she could remember, Kang Haeun's world revolved solely around the Choi family. Her father was Mr. Choi's personal driver while her mother was Mrs. Choi's assistant. Even after her parents (and unfortunately the Choi's) untimely death when she was fifteen, Haeun continued to live at their state and eventually became the personal secretary of Chairman Choi, the patriarch of the family. However, the Choi she cherished the most in her life was the Chairman's grandson, Seungcheol. What started as an innocent crush soon turned into years of one sided love. In Haeun's eyes, Choi Seungcheol could do no wrong. Meanwhile, Seungcheol saw Haeun as nothing but 'the help'. When the Chairman passes away and a surprising clause in his will states that Seungcheol must marry Haeun if he wants to secure his position as the rightful heir of his grandfather's empire, they are left with no other choice but to comply to the old man's last wish. While Haeun sees this unexpected turn of events as her only chance to care for and love Seungcheol like she always dreamed of, her new husband is hell bent on making her regret every single day of their ill fated union. If Seungcheol had paid a little more attention, he would've realized that, in the end, the only one left with any regrets would be him.

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

He is as hard as stone, as cold as ice, and as breathtakingly beautiful as crystal. To the world, he's the embodiment of a dark enigma-people whisper that he's the devil himself. Yet, to her, he's more than that. In him, she finds an unexpected comfort, admiring him despite his flaws. His sharp edges and icy demeanor don't push her away; they intrigue her, drawing her closer even when others would fear to approach. But will there come a time when she reaches her breaking point, when the allure of his crystal-like perfection shatters under the weight of his coldness? Their story teeters precariously between love and disillusionment, the line between them growing thinner with every passing day. Heart of Crystal | Dino No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without permission. Copyright © [ Svtaddicted17 ].