"Easy there, darling, don't strain that pretty little head," a voice, smooth as silk, sliced through my panicked thoughts. I whirled around, and there he was. Instinctively, I scrambled back, each step he took forward sending terror through me. His eyes, held a knowing glint, and the smirk playing on his lips was a cruel, infuriating taunt. "What are you doing here?" The question was weak, a pathetic attempt at defiance when my mind was screaming a thousand others. "Just checking on you, baby," he purred, his voice dripping with false concern. "You did black out last night, after I had you for dessert." Had me for dessert? "What?!" I shrieked, stumbling back. He hummed, a low, predatory sound. "Don't remember? Shame. We could always recreate the experience." Each word was a calculated blow to my sanity. . . . . . . Eunha was an aspiring doctor, living a quiet, structured life with nothing but routines, one loyal friend, and her grandmother, the only family she had left. Romance was a distant notion, limited to a harmless schoolgirl crush on her senior... a crush she abandoned the moment she sensed the danger behind his charm. What she didn't know was that she had caught his attention too. And unlike her, he never let go. From the shadows of her life, he watched. Waiting. Carefully weaving a web around her, thread by thread, until escape would no longer be an option. . . . . A woman who had bled every last drop of life from her soul, and a man who couldn't get enough of the wreck she'd become. What could possibly get worse? Everything. Every single thing. Jungkook x Eunha (or reader)

​"I didn't come back for the throne, Principessa. I came back to burn the lie down... and you're the only part of it I'm keeping." ​Ten years ago, Jeon Jungkook was exiled to the gutters of Marseille, a "monster" discarded by his own blood. Now, the "Animal" has returned to Sicily, and he isn't looking for an apology. He's looking for a kingdom. ​Standing in his way is Y/N-the widow of the brother who betrayed him, a woman trapped in a mourning veil and a gilded cage. She expects a savior. Instead, she gets a predator who doesn't care about her grief, only her surrender. ​In a Palazzo built on secrets and stained with fresh blood, a silent war begins. He is short-fused, graphic, and lethal. She is calculated, defiant, and desperate. As the Mafia Commission crumbles and rival families circle like vultures, Y/N must decide: will she fly from the cage, or will she rule the graveyard at the monster's side? ​In the city of Omertà, the loudest sound is the heartbeat of the man who owns you. ​"I'm an animal, remember? And an animal doesn't share his mate. He kills for her. And then he collects his reward."

-𝘉𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥- 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. ©starrtales07

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐫𝐬, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬 Jeon Jungkook, A Formula1 Racer who earned the #1 Racer title for his continuous wins. His goal set, to conquer the racing tracks while his fans roar in happiness. Losing wasn't in his to-do list as there was no race he lost in the last 11 years of his career. Being at the top of his career and fame, He was loved by many, girls ready to be with him. But his eyes on one specific girl, who saw him as nothing but foe since childhood. Park Eliora is one of the famous influencers in the entertainment industries. Eli, being her internet name, she is known across the globe for her beauty, her vlogs and her connections with huge names. Being under the starlight, The world wasn't unaware of her relationships with a particular Racer. But as some tried to overlook it, some found it interesting and hinted that the relationship was something more. 2 famous people, hating each other since childhood but what if some strings get attached due to some forces proximity? And Will they be able to keep up their image and hide their confined secrets from each other while surviving the continuous attacks on their life? Previously named:- Flames of Fame

"𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐: 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝s. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎." ➤ wordcount: 250k words. 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: thriller, angst, drama, smut, fb. • jjk x female!reader • enemies to lovers • slow burn • d͟i͟s͟c͟l͟a͟i͟m͟e͟r͟: please be reminded that members are purely used with visual purposes. this is a work of fiction merely written for entertainment purposes. be advised there's strong language, mental health concerns, violence, drug/alcohol use, kinks and 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙭. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: fuck buddies, ust, rst, trauma, grief, angst, enemies-to-lovers, gang dynamics, organized crime and strategies, psychological depth, suspense, thriller, smut, #1 gangau #22 jkff #44 jungkooksmut #40 explicit #1 jeongguk #1 btssmut cover by @shadowkoo (@eerieedits) on tumblr

⋆｡°✩ 𝑽𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑯 ✩°｡⋆ - 𝑽𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝑹𝒖𝒊𝒏 - ⋆⟡⋆ "Stop..." her voice trembled, breaking under the weight of everything she was feeling. "We can't do this... this is wrong... you're my-" "I don't care what I am to you," he cut her off, his voice low, controlled, but dangerous in a way that made her chest tighten. "Say it again and I'll still do the same thing." Her eyes filled with tears instantly, shaking her head as she stepped back. "This is a sin... what you're doing... it's a sin..." A dark smile touched his lips-not soft, not kind. "Then be sinful," he whispered. She stared at him in disbelief, hurt flashing across her face. "How can you say that so easily... how can you not feel anything..." "Because I don't pretend like you do," he replied, his gaze locking onto hers with something sharp, something consuming. "You feel it too. You just don't have the courage to accept it." "I don't," she said immediately, her voice cracking. "I hate this... I hate you..." "Liar." The word came out calm. Certain. "You hate what this makes you feel," he continued, stepping closer, slow, deliberate. "But don't confuse that with hating me." Her breath hitched as he closed the distance. "You should be ashamed..." she whispered, tears slipping down. "You're destroying everything..." "No," he murmured, his voice dropping even lower. "I'm taking what was never meant to be his either." Her lips parted, but no words came out this time. "Go ahead," he added softly, almost mockingly. "Call it wrong. Call it a mistake. Call it whatever helps you sleep." A pause. Then- "But don't pretend you don't feel it." Her silence said everything. And that's what made him smile. "Some sins don't feel wrong... until it's too late."

"Break my heart and you will find yourself inside, my little one." A bond forged in childhood, a promise sealed with innocence. Jungkook and Y/n, inseparable friends, vow to marry each other if they don't find their love interests. Years later, the day of their union dawns, casting a spell of anticipation. But as the final vows are exchanged, a shocking twist shatters their beautifully created world. "How can it be that my memories are more alive than I am?" . . . . . . . . . . His Little One ©Moon_3004 Cover credits : @MinaKooKoo

They said this school was the gateway to everything - success, power, legacy. They forgot to mention the monsters who wore uniforms and smiled like angels. Jeon Jungkook ruled it all. Feared by students, obeyed by teachers, and followed like a god by girls who'd do anything for a glance. He didn't need reasons to destroy someone's life - just disobedience, defiance, or boredom. He was ruthless. Untouchable. Addicted to control. But then she arrived... Luna A Scholarship student from a middle class family. And most importantly... She's deaf and mute. But no one in the school knows that. To them, she's just the weird quiet girl who never talks - easy target. To Jeon Jungkook? She's a problem. Because she's the first girl who doesn't chase him. Doesn't blush. Doesn't even look at him. And now, he wants her. Not for love. Not yet. For power. For the thrill. This story is about a girl who couldn't hear the world - and a boy who only wanted to be heard by her. She was supposed to be weak. He was supposed to win. But some stories don't go the way they're meant to. ___________________________________________ Content Warning ⚠️: This story contains scenes of intense bullying, emotional manipulation, unwanted physical contact, violence, and psychological distress. It may be triggering or uncomfortable for some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

In a kingdom on the edge of change, a cold and distant prince crosses paths with a girl whose music speaks louder than her words. Evelyn never wanted power, prophecy, or love that could ruin kingdoms. She wanted one thing-to save her younger brother, no matter the cost. Jungkook was born to rule a kingdom that taught him how to command, not how to choose. When he meets Evelyn, he discovers something far more dangerous than rebellion: the possibility of a life that belongs to him. Between them stands a palace built on silence, a king whose death will change everything, and a single moment that will decide who lives-and who becomes a ghost. A crown is not always won. Sometimes, it is left behind in blood. ----------- Content Warning: This book includes mature themes, emotional intensity, and scenes that may be distressing for some readers. Please read with care.

Some people leave. Others never really do. Years have passed, but the ache hasn't. It settled in their bones-in every silent moment, in every choice made out of pride, pain, or fear. Jeon Jungkook doesn't talk about the past. He buries it under deals, deadlines, and a name that now holds weight in boardrooms. But behind the tailored suits and cold success, he still remembers her. The way she looked at him when she confessed-eyes full of truth he wasn't ready to face. The guilt of turning away when it mattered most still follows him like a shadow. Luna never got the closure she deserved. She only knew how to survive-alone. Alone in a world that never heard her, and a love that never spoke its truth. They shouldn't have met again. Not when everything's different. Not when pretending is the only way to breathe. But the past doesn't knock. It breaks down doors. And when their eyes meet again, years too late, the air between them is thick with everything they never said. Anger. Guilt. Longing. And something else far more dangerous-hope. Because no matter how much time has passed, how much they've changed... Some hearts never learn how to forget. ___________________________________________ Content Warning ⚠️ This story includes themes of non-consensual touch, emotional manipulation, verbal abuse, toxic family dynamics, mental health struggles, trauma, and obsessive behavior. Reader discretion is advised.