Pernah tak kau diganggu dengan seseorang tak dikenali? Keluar berseorangan, tapi hakikatnya ada mata-mata yang sentiasa mengekori kau daripada belakang? Ke mana-mana tempat yang kau pergi, semuanya rasa diperhatikan. Bahkan, dalam rumah juga sama. Rasa seperti si dia terlalu dekat! Itulah kehidupan yang Sufi harus tempuh selepas menjadi wartawan yang mengemukakan kes pembunuhan Mr Unknown. Setiap pembunuhan bersiri yang berlaku terlalu kejam dan mengerikan. Malah setiap mangsanya akan diselitkan satu kertas di dalam mulutnya. Iaitu nota istimewa buat wartawan SUFI LEILA. pendek kata, pembunuh bersiri itu mula tertarik dengannya. "Sumpah, saya tak kenal siapa Unknown tu! Saya tak subahat dengan dia!"- SUFI "Tapi setiap mangsa yang dia bunuh, dia buat sebab kau, Sufi. Dia jatuh cinta dengan kau."'- HAQ. Mujurlah ditempat kerja sahaja Sufi rasa selamat kerana di kelilingi orang-orang baik. Tambah pula, di ofis boleh curi-curi tengok muka bos yang kacak. Hilang terus semua tekanannya. Bukan Sufi seorang sahaja yang suka, tapi pekerja wanita lain juga turut jatuh hati saat bos baru itu mengambil alih syarikat wartawan mereka. Cuma satu sahaja yang leceh sikit. Si bos itu, terlalu pendiam. Macamlah dalam mulut dia itu ada ketulan emas. "Bos, panggil saya ke sini semata-mata nak kopi?"-SUFI GIBRAN MALEQ cuma angguk kepala. Memang introvert. "Aku sebenarnya cemburu dengan bos. Sebab selama aku kerja dengan kau. Sekali pun kau tak pernah buat kopi dekat aku. Bahenol punya kawan!" - Tuah Namun, semakin lama, ketiga-tiga lelaki itu mula menimbulkan perasaan curiga di hati Sufi. Rasa tak senang duduk. Bahkan, hendak tidur pun diselubungi rasa takut. Mana tidaknya jika dia tiba-tiba sahaja dapat mesej daripada Unknown yang berkata... "Saya sentiasa ada dengan awak, Sufi. Awak sahaja yang tak perasan." -UNKNOWN Jadi siapakah yang bersembunyi di sebalik topeng? "Kau tahukan apa akan jadi kalau kau buat aku marah? Apatah lagi marah campur cemburu..."

Ini kisah Hans Daniall, beban kepada family dia. Jalan cerita yang penuh dengan drama. Drama king. Rules number one : don't trust Daniall. [MATURE CONTENT] Read at your own risk. START : 2 SEPTEMBER 2024

❝𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙤...❞ Gojo Satoru has always been misunderstood, but beyond his unwavering confidence and seemingly conceited interior lies someone you'd least expect to find. ▾ Slow burn. ▾ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader ▾ Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, all characters in their 20's. ▾ Does not follow actual storyline, however there a lot of references from the anime/manga. ▾ Can be out of character. ▾ BONUS, Juju Strolls. ▾ EXTRA, occasional Omake's. 𝐄𝐒𝐓. 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟑, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐅𝐈𝐍. 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟏𝟎, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 - - - - - 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙍𝙀𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝘼𝘿𝙑𝙄𝙎𝙀𝘿 This story contains sensitive and mature material. 𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙍 I do not own Jujutsu Kaisen or any of the characters and references/phrases from the anime and manga. They belong to Akutami Gege. All artwork(s) belong to their respective artists. Book cover art found on Zerochan and edited. Header and banner artwork(s) found on either Pinterest, Google image or Zerochan and edited.

"The Caregiver and the Mob Boss" ❦ Avelina makes her money by taking care of those who can't take care of themselves. When she is handed a case about a man who had needed a personal caregiver, she accepts. One thing Avelina never anticipated was the dangerous lifestyle he lived. Not only that, but she didn't expect for him to be so incredibly good-looking. Adrik Zolotov, the Russian mobster that everyone called "Mad Hatter". His insanity and crave for blood left him the most feared man of all. All he wanted was power and those around him to fear him. For a man recently diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome, everyone believed him to be emotionally incapable of ever loving anyone. . . Imagine their surprise when he meets Avelina. ❦ "Mr. Zolotov, I have to make sure you bathe before I leave. It's apart of my jobs protocol," she said softly. The truth was that he made her feel nervous. There was so much coldness and evil in his eyes, it left a chill to run down her spine. "Fine," he stated before walking over to his bathtub. Her eyes followed his movements as he pulled off his shirt causing her to lick her lips and quickly look away. She could hear the sound of more clothes falling onto the ground until the sound of water running littered her eardrums. "You assist when asked, isn't that right?" He asked. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see that he had already gotten into the shower. "Yes," Avelina answered. "Bathe me." ❦ Dangerously far from cliché

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

𝓜𝓻𝓼. 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓿𝓸𝓵 3 - The king of patience ZARIEL ZAQUAN - Lelaki tampan yang mempunyai sifat sabar yang sangat tinggi. The king of patience gelaran buat dirinya. Inspektor? Lelaki yang bekerja sebagai polis dan juga bekerja di bawah Dylan Mikael. Cekap dan sangat peka dengan keadaan sekeliling menyebabkan dirinya menjadi aset penting buat Dylan Mikael dan Danish Uqael. DANIA MARISA - Gadis muda yang mempunyai sifat gila-gila yang sangat keterlaluan. Sikap selambanya sangat menyakitkan kepala sesiapa sahaja yang menjaganya. Adik kepada Dylan Mikael dan juga Danish Uqael. "Saya ditugaskan oleh Tuan Dylan untuk jemput Cik Dania." - Zariel Zaquan. "You pijak baby I sampai patah! Dasar bapak gajah!" - Dania Marisa. Pertemuan tidak dirancang namun jiwa dan hati sudah diancam dengan rasa cinta tanpa sedar. Agaknya, mampukah Zariel melayan kerenah Dania? Dan adakah mereka hanya bergelar majikan dan pekerja sahaja? Nantikan, Mrs. Zariel Zaquan.

𝓜𝓻𝓼. 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓿𝓸𝓵 1 - The cruel husband Sudah terbit di bawah syarikat penerbitan Kaseh Aries. DANISH UQAEL - Lelaki tampan berperwatakan sangat sinis dan licik. Adik lelaki kepada Dylan Mikael. Kacak namun sikapnya langsung tidak kena dengan wajahnya. Sinis, licik dan sangat kasar. Cinta matinya pada Tengku Aqila Dayana. AISYA ARIANA - Gadis yang mempunyai perwatakan persis Danish Uqael, dalam lembutnya ada juga terselit kasar. Dalam senyumannya ada terselit bibir yang mampu melontarkan kata-kata sinis. Cinta pertamanya pada Danish Uqael namun kehadirannya seakan tidak disambut oleh lelaki itu. "Kau perangkap aku kan?" - Danish Uqael. "Aku buat semua ni sebab aku cintakan kau!" - Aisya Ariana. Silap langkah, masuk ke dalam mulut si harimau yang mampu menyakitinya setiap masa. KEWUJUDAN CERITA : 2021

"I am bound to punish you for breaking the rules," he said as he started undoing his tie. I swallowed, the thought of being punished by him terrified and excited me at the same time. I needed this. The heat pooled between my legs as I watched him undo his tie with one hand and his belt in the other. It was hot. He grabbed me by the neck, bending me over the table with my face down on the surface and my ass high up in the air. He caressed my soft flesh with his palm. "Count," he ordered, My brows furrowed in confusion, the haze of lust so heavy in my head that my brain failed to grasp his words. The first slap landed on my ass cheeks and I cried out. "Count," he barked. I whimpered but I nodded my head to his request. "One," I counted as the first slap came on my behind. I kept counting as he delivered blows to my now red ass. "Good girl," he murmured as he rubbed them gently, to take away the ache. I was moist and he could sense it. Dipping his finger into my pussy, he confirmed how wet I was for him. "Hmm," he hummed, embarrassment slammed into me with enough force. I barely knew this man and here I was letting him possess me. I liked it. I licked my lips in anticipation of what he wished to do, his lips touched the nape of my neck and I jumped. He licked the juncture of my neck, and the pulsating nerves there responded to his touch. "You taste so sweet," he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck. "T...thank you," I managed to get out. "Let me make you mine," he says,

When Alexis agrees to help the school's player, she must guard the secret that could unravel everything - even as unexpected feelings complicate the game. *** What happens when Alexis Dawson, the 'resident loser' of Redwood High, agrees to help the school's notorious player, Aaron Walker? How can she stop herself from falling for him? It isn't all love and romance - Alexis has a secret of her own. Join them on a journey of jealousy, betrayal, trust, friendship, and love. A little favour just got a whole lot more complicated. *** He was so close, his breath hit my lips. His eyes darted from my eyes to my lips. I stared intently, awaiting his next move. His lips fell near my ear. "Shut up and kiss me" He whispered roughly. A chill shot up my spine. I pulled back, staring at his eyes and leaned in...