Isabella is desperate for her own independence, but her overprotective father stands in the way of her future. When she demands that she attends a University two hundred miles away from her home, her father only has one exception; a bodyguard. Elio is dedicated to his career to honour his late sister, but when he owes a favour to an ex-mafia boss, he takes body-guarding to a completely new level. Isabella is reckless and likes to push her bodyguards limits. Elio has zero patience and a desire to punish his client. When things start to get heated and unexpected feelings get in the way, their forbidden relationship becomes a distraction when Isabella's life is on the line. Elio is desperate to not let down another important woman in his life. But he can't save everyone, including his own bleeding heart. Tropes: - Mafia Romance - Bodyguard - Age-gap (8 years - FMC is 21 and MMC is 29) - Forbidden Love - Brat FMC/Grumpy MMC - Light BDSM (sub/dom vibes) - Size difference (5'4 & 6'6) - University/College Setting - Past Trauma/Healing - ANGST (so much of it)

Esha Arora, the top model of NYC. A siren, blessed with the face of a goddess and cursed with a past that she can't escape. After losing her parents five years ago in a tragic car crash which happens to be planned, what will happen when New York's best cyber security firm's owner Aarav Rai Singhania offers a mutual benefit agreement? He finds her parent's murderer but in return, she carries his child. But why did Aarav choose Esha when he could've gotten anyone? Just because she's the top model of NYC and matches his status? Or there's more to it? but the main question is will the agreement benefit them or shatter their lives?

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

(poly seventeen×Y/N arrange marriage au) Forced into an arranged marriage with thirteen distant, sarcastic men, Y/N faces an uphill battle. She's the youngest, the outsider, and no matter how hard she tries, it feels like they'll never accept her. They scoff at her attempts to be part of their world. But Y/N isn't the type to back down. With every insult, she grows stronger, determined to make them notice her - even if it means breaking down every wall they've built. In a house filled with denial, one thing is clear: feelings are starting to change. •Mature content is going to be present•

In a world ruled by power, money, and blood, attachments weren't a choice-they were a weakness. And love? That was nothing short of poison. Kim Mingyu was not a man to be loved. He was the unseen devil, the ruthless leader of Elysian, feared by governments, law enforcement, and the underworld alike. No one had ever seen his face, yet the mere whisper of 'devil' sent shivers down spines. He had everything under control. No emotions. No attachments. No weaknesses. Until Boo Seungkwan. A reckless, spoiled heir who shouldn't have mattered. Who should've been just another mission. But somehow, he became Mingyu's everything. And now he belonged to Mingyu---didn't matter if the brat realized it or not. --- Boo Seungkwan was the epitome of Sass. He was loud, reckless and completely spoiled. He was adored by many and feared by those who couldn't handle him. As the only heir to his father's billion-dollar empire, he had everything-except freedom. And bodyguards? He hated them. Every single one eventually quit---or he made them. So when Kim Mingyu was assigned as his personal bodyguard, Seungkwan swore to make his life a living hell. Too bad Mingyu didn't break. He didn't react, didn't flinch-and that only made Seungkwan push harder. But what started as a game became something much more dangerous. Because Seungkwan fell. Too deep. And the worst part? He had no idea who Mingyu really was. In Mingyu's sphere, where love is a weakness and trust is a death sentence, Seungkwan is about to learn that some bonds can never be broken, no matter how twisted they become. Because some connections can't be severed. Some hearts can't be ignored. And some bonds? They're twisted beyond repair. ~TWISTED BONDS ~

☆ BOOK 1 IN THE BOUND REALMS✧ 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑣𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛! 𝐓𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? 𝑇𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑙𝑙𝑎ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑓 1910, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚.

She did not know yet how sometimes people keep parts of themselves hidden and secret. They were hidden well behind their masks. They were the darkest melody she didn't wish to hear and she was the solace for their life they couldn't let go. They pulled her into their darkest fantasy and locked her inside their despair. Will there be no escape? Will she drown in their sins or become their ray of light? All she knows is behind those MASKED FACES there is much more to know. ___________________________________________ A SEVENTEEN Fanfiction Start: 09/03/24 End:

BOOK #2 They say love heals scars, but Seokmin's scars were lessons-bitter reminders that twisted him into a creature of darkness. His life was a series of brutal lessons that shaped him into someone who burns with an unquenchable fire. Protecting his brother-in-law's assistant was both his best and worst decision, a choice that bound him to Joshua in ways he could never escape. Joshua was his-body, mind, and soul. His to break, reshape, and claim. No one could alter that, not Joshua, not even Seokmin himself. Seokmin's voice was low, his breath hot against Joshua's skin as he spoke, "I've never craved anyone as much as I crave you." Joshua's eyes were wet with fear as he tried to pull away. "You don't love me. You're just obsessed. Let me go." Seokmin's grip tightened as he leaned in, pressing his lips to Joshua's in a kiss both tender and demanding. "I'll let you go," he whispered against Joshua's lips, "but only when my soul is ripped from this body. And even then, who knows? Maybe we're bound beyond this life."

BOOK #1 "I'm not just a pretty face, Seungcheol. Underestimate me at your own risk." Jeonghan glared at Seungcheol, stepping into his personal space. "You might be a model, but you've just walked into a whole new kind of runway - my world." Seungcheol husked out as he grabbed Jeonghan's jaw, tilting his head up and connecting their lips. One year, without a single slip-up. That's all Seungcheol needs - a marriage of convenience to divert media attention and stabilize his company. But what he didn't anticipate were the distractions Jeonghan would bring into his meticulously controlled life. The real catch? Convincing Jeonghan, the boy he once rejected in high school, to agree to this arrangement. Can they survive a year of this delicate dance, or will old wounds and new sparks complicate their plan?