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21+ [Slow updates] He is a youngest business typhoon, a billionaire. One of the Supreme powers of the country. No one dares to say no to him. A man loved by many but got by none. At first meet, she accidentally spilled wine on him. "Uh..I-I am sorry..", she mumbled, staring at him. And a devilish grin forms on his lips, the kind of grin which made her nervous. "I want to have her", was the only thought that played in his mind as he stared at her. From just a play thing, she soon became the prisoner of his love, his passion, his addiction....his obsession. _________________________________________ Warning : This is a dark romance novel which will have many mature scenes. This can be disturbing for many readers out there who are sensitive regarding such topics like self harm, abuse, violence and other sensitive topic. P.s : I am not promoting toxicity. Hope readers are mature enough to understand that this is based on pure imagination and has nothing to do with any idol in real life.

|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 ⚠️

When the famous movie actress Choi Ara is forced to flee the city after having her career ruined by a scandal, she ends up quite literally, in the middle of nowhere. She now must experience her new life as a countryside villager. But how is she going to do that when her only talent is acting and being a spoiled brat? "One minute I'm walking on the red carpet with my designer dress and the next minute I'm wearing granny pants scraping up cow poop from the bottom of my shoe."

❝Why do you love me? I'm just a maid.❞ ❝I didn't love you for what you are, I loved you for who you are.❞ ❝B-but just look at you and look at me, you are so powerful that just by one flick of your finger you can kick me out of this house.❞ ❝Yes, I know that, but do you know what you have? Even if I kick you out, you have the power to take me out with you, which is more powerful......❞ I've come so far now, only to see my whole world crushing and burning in to ashes right before my eyes, the last thing I remember is him letting go of my hands. All this just because of this truth that was hidden and kept in the dark, The Truth that was, untold. CrackFic✓ {An ultimate crack version of your everyday cup of cliché tae} Highest rankings #1 thetruthuntold #3 blindlove

"Sleep with me." "Are you crazy?" "No- no, I don't mean it in that way." -x- ONGOING -x- Copyright © 2017 @akujoon_

Taehyung installe une application de rencontre sous les conseils de son meilleur ami. La Saint-Valentin arrive et cela fait un bon moment qu'il n'a pas eu de relation que ce soit sur le plan sexuel ou sur le plan affectif. Et pour être honnête, il est surtout en manque de sexe. Pour public averti 🔞 © TAEMOTS

The technology has come far in 2109 and time travel is the new black. Y/n works at TravelTen, a company that uses time travel for what they believe as a good purpose; to save the lost children of the past - otherwise known as suicide victims. Y/n is a traveler and experienced in traveling through time, but what happens when she ends up in the wrong year? A year in which a group of former band members does not have each other to lean on anymore. And what happens when her client is no one like who she was told? "𝘠/𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮?" "𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦." "𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯?" "𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭." ══════════════════ ✧*̥˚ 𝒜 𝒥𝑒𝑜𝓃 𝒥𝓊𝓃𝑔𝓀𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐵𝒯𝒮 𝒻𝒶𝓃 𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 *̥˚✧ ══════════════════ Trigger warning: Suicide, dark, Y/n protagonist. English is my second language, there may be a few mistakes every now and then, don't be shy to call them out. © 2023 KOOKSHOLLAND

Une balle. Juste une balle. Soit j'essaie, soit je choisis la solution radicale. Mais qui ne tente rien à rien, en sachant que dans les deux cas, j'y laisse ma peau. Alors allons-y, j'aurais au moins fait quelque chose de bien pour une fois. Je me levai et partis à la rencontre de mes adversaires. Mais je n'eus pas le temps de poser le deuxième pied en position de tir qu'une rafalle de balles s'échoua sur ces bâtards. Le calme revenu, un homme sauta de la passerelle au-dessus de moi. Il me regarda des pieds à la tête avant de secouer la sienne. Un sourire navré aux lèvres. -Trop lente, ma jolie. Encore un peu et tu finissais comme du gruyère. Il rangea son arme dans le fourreau dans son dos, me salua, et sauta par la fenêtre. Je courus pour le voir une dernière fois mais il avait déjà disparu...