Cover Graphics by: @_jinniecutie "I'm not going to say that I will take a bullet for you because that's too cliche," he said while gazing deeply in her eyes, "Instead, I'm going to put a bullet through the heads of anyone who attempts to kill you." + After her father was killed in action during a mission, Crimson's life suddenly went downhill as she lost everything she had. At a very young age, she begins her plan on seeking revenge for her father but there is one problem. Her only lead was the Scouts of Justice, where her father once worked, and the closest she can get to finding the culprit is by working for the agency. When everything was going smoothly as planned, she met the Bulletproofs: the seven best Scouts in the agency. As she finds difficulties in trusting others, the walls that Crimson once built around her began to crumble when she finally experienced the love she was yearning for ever since her dad died. + A BTS/ Bangtan Sonyeondan/ Bulletproof Boyscouts/ Beyond the Scene Fanfiction Start: February 2018 Finished: March 2020

What if the story you read... became your reality? Y/n, a struggling K-drama writer, stumbles upon a dark fanfiction about BTS trapped in a deadly game. Intrigued, she reads until sleep takes her-only to wake up inside the story. Now, she's part of the game. Seven BTS members. One city with no people. Twisted stages. Limited time. And only she remembers how the story was supposed to go. But the script is changing. The danger is real. And Y/n has a secret mission: survive and make sure they do too. Except BTS doesn't trust her. And the game is watching. BTS OT7 BTSXREADER SURVIVAL

|𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃| ❝I'm hard for you. You're wet for me. Do the math.❞ ━━━━━━━༻𝓟･𝓑࿔━━━━━━━ 𝗚𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗨 ☠ Wrong place. Wrong time. Wrong and toxic in every way. Yet, she couldn't tear herself away from him. The attraction was too sick, too deep, and too twisted, binding her to him with a force that defied all logic. She was already too far gone, willing to do anything for him. ˣ ˣ ˣ ⚠️ +𝟷𝟾 | 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 ⚠️

A dark romance-erotica. Recommended for a mature audience.

"We're in the middle of chaos, In this mess, you're the only perfection." - Claimed | PJM Park Jimin Fanfiction / AU Book 1 of 3 190115 - 190728 ♡ highest ranking #1 in Jiminfanfic #1 action-romance

In which a girl hides a big secret behind those nerd glasses. Credits for the cover goes to @Jiminfication :D Highest rank: #2 in fanfiction (10/30/17) Start: 08/??/15 End: 12/21/15

Vampire are a well known species in the world. They overpowered the humans and now all humans must obey by the vampire laws. It is known that female pure blooded vampires can not bare their own children, but there is other ways that is very common in this world. Buy a half blood (half human, half vampire) slave to be the surrogate mother to bare the children the pure blood can not have. Lee y/n is one of the unfortunate halfbreeds. Taken from her family to be sold at the age of eighteen to a very wealthy and well known family. Her duties would be to have as many children as the family wishes, her rights to her own body stripped away from her. But things start to change when Lee Y/n starts to form a bond with these seven vampires that are actually married. What could possibly go wrong?

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.