Jungkook's marriage was built on power, not passion. A desperate attempt to save it leads him to one unforgettable night with a woman he was never meant to see again. But when fate keeps bringing her back into his life, he realizes he can't let go-no matter the cost. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story contains mature content, including explicit scenes, strong language, and themes that may not be suitable for all readers. It is intended for adults only. If you are underage or sensitive to such content, please proceed with caution or refrain from reading. This is a work of fanfiction. The characters and events depicted are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental.

"To the ones who crave hands around their throat more than a hand to hold-who don't want saving, only a ruthless, wicked man to drag them to hell and make them love every second of it." The Ashen Conqueror hit #1 in multiple trending hashtags, including: 🏆 #Bts 🏆 #Jungkook 🏆 #Jeon Jungkook 🏆 #Enimies to Lovers 🏆 #jkff 🏆 #Morallygrey 🏆 #jk 🏆 #Historical Romance 🏆 #Forbidden love "Stab me again, princess,"Jeon Jungkook growled, blood dripping down his chest as he cornered her against the crumbling castle wall. "But next time, aim for the heart. Or I'll assume you're flirting." The Vrykólakas Dynasty was no kingdom-it was a graveyard dressed in gold. A land where wolves wore crowns and rivers ran red with the blood of traitors. Here, Princess Y/N learned the hard way that her betrothed, the vanished Prince Adrian, was not the true monster. No, that title belonged to Jeon Jungkook-the Ashen Conqueror. A warlord forged in hellfire, with a smirk sharper than his sword and a reputation for burning empires to ash. When Adrian disappeared, Jungkook seized the throne... and her. "You want to kill me?" he'd hissed on their wedding night, his calloused hand squeezing her throat as she clawed at his armor. "Good. It'll make fucking you sweeter." ⚠️ Mature Content Warning This story contains themes of emotional conflict, intense romantic tension, psychological manipulation, and mature situations that may not be suitable for all readers. Scenes may include violence, strong language, sensuality, and morally grey characters. WHAT TO EXPECT: 🔥 "I HATE YOU" TO "HATE ME HARDER" - Bruising kisses, dagger-to-throat confessions, and a bed that's seen more battles than the throne room. ⚔️ MORALLY GREY AF- He'll raze villages for her... then burn hers for fun. She'll kiss him like oxygen... then poison his wine STEAMY SNEAK PEAK: "You're a monster," Y/N spat, her back arching against the war table Jungkook laughed, low and

They said the devil doesn't walk among humans. They lied. Jeon Jungkook is not just a name... it's a warning. They call him insane, but even insanity would tremble in his shadow. He's a storm in human form, ruthless, sadistic, utterly untouchable. He doesn't play games...he writes his own rules, and the price of crossing him is more than blood...it's your soul. Alena never asked to be here. She was dragged into his world, where monsters wear human faces and loyalty is bought with blood. Her life was stolen the moment he laid eyes on her. 'Do you know what happens to those who defy me, Alena?' he whispered, his voice chillingly soft. She trembled, but didn't waver. 'They die.' His sadistic smile was a blade against her sanity. 'No, They beg to die.' Every corner of his world is drenched in blood, the deeper she goes, the more she realizes the true horror isn't just him...it's the secret he guards. Secrets that could shatter everything. He's willing to kill, destroy, and manipulate to get what he wants. This isn't a love story. It's a battle for survival. Because in his hands, even the strongest wills shatter. And in her heart, one question haunts her... Can she escape the devil, or is she destined to burn with him? Surviving in Jeon's estate isn't just about staying alive.... It's about not losing your mind. Welcome to this game of bloodbath And pray you make it out alive... JJKXALENA ✨📚Credits Storyline to dialogues, everything in this book is entirely my own creation. Please do not repost, copy or claim any part of this work as yours. 📕 Book cover: Me, Myself and I (DO NOT COPY) (Everything in this book is imaginary, only the BTS members are real and used as a muse for this book, they're the exact opposite of how they're portrayed)

"I am your wife." "This marriage is a mistake. A huge mistake." He stated, making her eyes go wide open in shock. "I am trapped in it against my will." he finished and she just watched him in silence. As their marriage bond began as a compromise, it took an unexpected turn. "You can't divorce me," he stated firmly. "I am not asking for permission, Mr. Jeon," she replied, meeting his gaze. His eyes, which once despised her, now sought her out everywhere. "Let me take care of you," he said, holding her hand. The journey of Jungkook and Y/n's intertwined lives was about to unfold.

Jeon Jungkook. In other words, likely the most insane man in the world, forced heaven, a normal girl to marry him in the name of being 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑘. He's determined to keep her forever, even if it meant hurting her in the most Brutal ways. _____ "𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚" she sobbed "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚! 𝙎𝙤 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙥 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪! 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚" _____ He married her at gunpoint in the name of being lovestruck, only to ruin her in every possible way. Will someone save her? Or she's stuck with him forever? _____ PLEASE DON'T READ IF NON-CON TRIGGERS YOU, I WRITE ABOUT IT DOESN'T MEAN I SUPPORT IT!! || Forced Marriage Au || || Jungkook x Reader || © Comfortkook DO NOT COPY MY WORK

❝ You'll always be my wife....but it'll never be the same in bed ❞ In which a young poor girl in her young adult hood, is forced to marry a ruthless cold hearted guy named Jeon Jungkook who only cares for himself and his pleasures. ©Jeonla This is a Jungkook Book. HIGHEST RANKING IN JUNGKOOK #16 | RATED 17+ |

"now when i'm kissing you, kiss me back, hmm princess?" the raven haired guy who is also known as your fiance said. grabbing your jaw by his tattooed arms, he devoured your lips and you got lost in his intoxic obsession. a story where he wants her at the end of the day at all cost even after doing all the bad shits. will she stay in this toxicity? will his obsession ever take a beautiful turn?

"No private conversations in my company, Ms. Carlson," he says coldly, making me gasp silently at the accusation. "Concentrate on your work. I'm not paying you for nothing." I don't even have time to say anything in return as I have to watch his back while he walks away, not even giving me a chance to respond to his rudeness. Warning: This story contains mature language and themes - reader discretion is advised

❝You mean, both of us can get benefit out of this thing?❞ "That's literally the reason people call it FWB," he sighs, tired with your innocent ramblings. "FWB?" You question, confused. Shrouding your smirk behind the tilt of your head, you continue acting oblivious. "Friends-with-benefits, you know that, don't you?" The lines on his forehead show how bothered he was by this. Everyone your age ought to know friends-with-benefits, right? "That's really a lot considering you don't even treat me as a proper friend. Can't it be called something more simple? I don't want to feel like I'm taking benefit of somebody. We can call it sex exchange? Or sexchange?" You smile proudly, coming up with it on the spot. He remains numb, staring dead ahead like always. The familiar expression of his coldness replaces his handsome features once again. So cold, a learned shudder passes down your spine. He's a snowman, he's an iceberg, always so fucking cold. Your insides prick when the expression replaces the rare mood of him wanting to talk. Talking with him is no different than talking to an inanimate object. "Fine, sexchange." "So, you agree? You'll dat- fake date me?" "I'll fuck you. That's it." *** ➼ mature content. ➼ smuts, angst, fluff, love, softness, jealousy and a cold jungkook who can fuck you harder than he hurts you.

The woods were silent, cloaked in mist and mystery. Twigs cracked beneath his boots as Jeon Jungkook walked with calculated steps, the chill of the forest matching the cold in his eyes. But something shifted-an instinct sharpened by years of distrust. He halted. There was someone behind him. In a blink, he turned and slammed the figure against a tree, one hand gripping the collar while the other drew a gleaming pocket knife from his coat. Its blade kissed the soft skin of the person's throat-threatening, precise, unflinching. His cold gaze met wide, terrified eyes. It was her. But he didn't move. His expression remained carved in stone-emotionless and cruel. The knife stayed near her neck as his breath hitched, not from shock, but from something darker. "Why the f*ck are you following me?" he growled, his voice low and venom-laced. "I-I... y-young m-master, I-I was a-afraid t-to stay there a-alone... t-that's why I f-followed y-you..." she stammered, her voice trembling like the rest of her. Fear shimmered in her eyes-but he didn't care. He didn't flinch. Instead, with no warning, no mercy, he leaned in and crashed his lips onto hers-rough, demanding, and overpowering. It wasn't love. It wasn't gentle. It was a storm. prince x maid