To the rest of the world, Jeon Jungkook is untouchable. The cold, arrogant billionaire heir to the Jeon empire returned from his overseas exile sharper, more ruthless, and entirely unbothered by the legions of elite girls fighting for his attention. He is used to getting whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. To Y/N, he is a ghost from a childhood she is desperate to forget. As the daughter of the estate's personal driver, her life is dictated by strict, invisible boundaries. She is meant to be part of the architecture-invisible, quiet, and obedient in her simple servant's uniform. Their worlds are never supposed to collide. But when a casual glance at a crowded dinner table brings back a flood of buried childhood memories, Jungkook's detached boredom twists into something dark, sharp, and intensely possessive. ________ Four years ago, he was the spoiled heir who broke her pencils. Now, he's a dangerous stranger who controls her entire world. ~~~ Y/N: "Please... someone will walk in. Your mother, your friends-if anyone sees us like this, I'll lose everything." Jungkook: "Let them look." His hand slid up her waist, his thumb tracing a slow, burning line against her skin as he leaned down, his breath brushing her lips. "Let them see exactly who you belong to." ____

"I'm trying so fucking hard to be gentle, angel... but the way your tight little cunt keeps squeezing my cock...fuck!" Jeon Jungkook's voice was low and strained as he rolled his hips slowly, pushing his thick length deeper into her soaked heat. She was impossibly soft everywhere. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him like velvet, pulling him in greedily even as her body trembled from the stretch. Her hands clutched desperately at his shoulders, nails digging into his tattooed skin. Those big, innocent eyes were half-lidded and glassy, tears slipping down her flushed cheeks every time he bottomed out. Her breasts bounced softly with every thrust, full, perky, and so sensitive that even the brush of his chest against her hard nipples made her whimper. "So soft," he groaned, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. "Look at you... taking every inch like a good girl even though you're shaking. Your pretty pussy was made for this, wasn't it? Made to get ruined by me." She let out a broken moan, thighs quivering around his waist as she clenched tighter around him. The sight of her, shy, overwhelmed, and dripping wet just for him, made something dark and possessive twist deep in his chest. He kissed her tears away, then whispered against her ear. "Don't cry, baby... I'm only getting started."

Silent. Cold. Chiselled perfection. That is Rikkard Ambrose, the most powerful business mogul in Great Britain. Free-spirited. Fiery. Definitely NOT attracted to the aforementioned business mogul. That is Lilly Linton, his personal secretary and secret weapon. The two have been playing a cat and mouse game for months. So far, Lilly has been able to fight down and deny her attraction to Mr Ambrose. But what happens when suddenly, the dark secrets of his past begin to surface and they are forced to go on a perilous journey into the South-American jungle? A journey they can only survive if they band together? Book 3 in the Watty-Award-winning "Storm and Silence" series.

The book will be available until 23rd August. After that, it will only be available on Stck in the paid version. "I can't believe you forgot to schedule that meeting, Raj!" he shouted into the phone, his voice cutting through the peaceful atmosphere. "This is the second time! If you can't handle your job, maybe I should find someone who can!" His words were harsh, each syllable dripped with irritation. His personal assistant stammered an apology, but Aarav was too enraged to listen. "You're fir-" he began, ready to fire him, but then the soft chime of Siya's payal reached his ears, cutting through his anger. It was a gentle sound, unlike the chaos of his work life, and it drew his attention away from the call. *************************************** Aarav Singh Rathore is a powerful 28-year-old CEO and ruler of Rajasthan. Known for being cold, rude, and quick to anger, Aarav is feared by everyone around him. He controls everything in his world, always protecting his family and making sure no one dares to disobey him. Siya Rajput is a sweet and caring 21-year-old who studies English Literature. Despite losing her parents and being treated poorly by her uncle and aunt, Siya stays positive and kind. However, she sometimes feels overwhelmed by her emotions, especially anger. When Aarav and Siya's worlds come together, will Aarav's cold heart soften? Or will Siya's gentle nature be tested by the challenges she faces?

"You look familiar, did we met before?," he said. You can feel him looking at you making you uncomfortable. "No, it's the first time I saw you," you lied. "Hmm..are you sure? I don't think so..." he paused. "...aren't you the one at the at the party? The girl who kissed me at the dance floor?" ──── It all started at a party where you spot your ex. Quick, you urgently have to pretend to be dating the nearest person, who happens to be very attractive. After making your ex believe that you are already with someone else you just left this handsome stranger without saying anything. what will happen if you meet him again? Started: 05/04/22 Finished: 06/16/24 HIGHEST RANKS: ↝ 01 in parkjiminff ↝ 01 in parkjimin ↝ 02 in jimin ↝ 01 in ffbts ↝ 01 in jiminpark ↝ 01 in 박지민 ↝ 01 in jiminfanfic ↝ 01 in 방탄소년단 ↝ 01 in btspjm ↝ 01 in jiminxreader ↝ 01 in jiminie ↝ 01 in pjmff ↝ 01 in dirtybts

❝𝙄'𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙞𝙛 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚.❞ "Now back off, or I'll pinch something you won't like." My gaze drops, challenging him. He lets out a sharp breath, still holding on and not moving an inch. "Then do it," tilting his head, his lips curved into a smirk. ❝ And I'll make you open that mouth and let me in like a good girl. ❞ Who would like a horny man that couldn't even keep his perverted thoughts inside his pants? ||P.JM FANFICTION|

"You don't have to see love Darling, you feel it. When you feel it you will know, because you would rather die than live a day without it." Best Ranking: #1 in #soulmates #1 in #jiminpark #1 in #parkjimin #1 in #jimin #1 in #jeonjungkook #1 in #destiny #1 in #junghoseok #1 in #jungkook Jimin×Reader All Credit for cover goes to BTS and Bighit Entertainment

Hey Army's A typical enemies to lovers story. Where for the world Yn is a villain but for her enemy she is no where near a villain. Yn became a villain because of her past though she had no hand in it. Would the world except this reality? Will in all this mess Jimin and Yn be together? Check Out The Story To Find Out!!! Started: 9 August 2024 Ended: 26 October 2024

- a Park Jimin fanfiction - in which a girl gets married to a prince because of a marriage contract from their grandfathers. Lee Haneul was forced to marry Park Jimin, the country's one and only Crown Prince. Initially, she hated it, but as her marriage life went on, she found him to be more confusing - and surprisingly sweet - than she thought of him to be. inspired by : Princess Hours Genre : romance, drama - chapters : 18 - completed # Royal Series Book 1 © jinandhobi, 2018

⚠️ || ITS A WORK OF PURE FICTION. THE MENTIONED IDOL HAS NO CONNECTION IN THE FOLLOWING ACT. PLEASE READ ONLY AS ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSE ||⚠️ "If there's something I regret most in my life then it's you, Park Jimin." She claimed the words, eyes gleaming with immense pain. "I love you, Blossom." He mumbled with a smile, despite the slaughtering pain in his heart. Park Jimin, the mafia who wasn't interested in any woman until he saw her. Until he found his obsession. His possession. His addiction. His Blossom. Choi y/n, the simple loving girl was pursuing for her studies, not knowing the secrets of her life. Her mother warned her and still she fell in love with a man she wasn't supposed to. Y/n was never tired of expressing how much she loves the man but he couldn't reply and when he did, it was too late. Y/n disappeared and when he found her, his Blossom was lost. The love was lost, it was forgotten and there stood a stranger with forgotten memories and a heart shattered into several pieces. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. ☕ :: GENRE - Stranger to lovers, obsession, pinning, angst. 🍧 :: A mafia AU. Find out more in the story! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ✅ Please refrain from copying/reposting. 🤎