She wanted one cigarette. He took her entire world. Y/N Norris was born into power, trained to be untouchable. But a single midnight mistake puts her face-to-face with Seoul's most dangerous man, Jeon Jungkook. Cold-blooded. Brilliant. Unbeaten. And the last person you ever want to owe anything. He could've taken her life. Instead, he took her. Now, she's locked in a war of wills, his ring on her finger, his rules in her ear, and his eyes always watching. Jungkook doesn't want peace. He wants control. Of her body, her loyalty, and worst of all... her heart. But Y/N was never taught how to surrender. And he was never used to someone who fights back. In a city ruled by shadows, where love is a weapon and power is the only currency, one thing is certain: She was never meant to be his bride. But he's already decided-she will be his queen. ⚠︎Dark Romance | Possessive Male Lead | Enemies to Lovers | BTS Fanfic | BTS x Reader | Forced Marriage | Power Play | Obsession & Desire

I knew it. I should have never made a deal with the devil. And him? He was worse than the devil. The cold metal kissed my throat-not a lover's touch, but a promise. I felt every groove of the barrel, every intention behind it. Then he pushed deeper. "I thought we had a deal." His voice. Low. Gravel and gasoline. The kind of quiet that doesn't ask for permission. It takes. I've seen him angry. I've seen him bury men for breathing wrong. But this? He was frustrated. And frustration for him meant dead for me. The gun bit into my skin. I whimpered. Closed my eyes like that would save me. His other hand fisted hand-not holding. Crushing. I could already feel the bruises blooming under his grip. Little purple promises he'd leave behind. "And you never-" His breath hot against my ear. "-fucking break the deal with the devil, kitten." "I'm... I'm sorry." My voice cracked. Pathetic. Begging. I hated it. But I wanted to walk out of this room alive. And he was known for no mercy. So why would he leave someone like me breathing? Then I felt it. His teeth. Not a kiss. Not a threat. A claim. Sinking into my neck like he owned the blood beneath. And I knew what was coming for me. In the devil's syndicate, the throne was never the scary part. He was. _________________________________ ❛Kitten, the devil wrapped in silk, is still the devil.❜ _________________________________ • Tropes • Morally Grey to Black Hero Damaged Heroine Forced Proximity Gun Play Fear as Arousal Revenge by Proxy

"It's kill or be killed, princess." BOOK 1 Ranked #1 in #jk Ranked #1 in #mafialeader Ranked #2 in #army Ranked #3 in #jeonjungkook [RE EDITED/WRITTEN] COVER BY @yoonienetflix <3

This story revolves around a university student who falls in love with her business management professor, Jeon Jungkook. Also 21 + if you are uncomfortable don't read it

"𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦" ||ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ||

"My doll, only mine"

He was darkness in human form. She was the light he never asked for. Jihye entered his world without a clue of the danger wrapped around his name. Jungkook didn't believe in softness, yet she made his silence loud with emotions he didn't want to feel. But when the past resurfaces, everything they built threatens to fall. Because love doesn't come easy when your world is made of blood and betrayal. • • • Brushing a strand of hair from her face, his voice a low murmur. JK: you don't have to be scared of me doll. i don't bite... unless you ask. •Sorry guys for the grammar mistake actually English is not my first language so I'm sorry and this is my first story so I hope you will support me..

They said the devil doesn't walk among humans. They lied. Jeon Jungkook is not just a name... it's a warning. They call him insane, but even insanity would tremble in his shadow. He's a storm in human form, ruthless, sadistic, utterly untouchable. He doesn't play games...he writes his own rules, and the price of crossing him is more than blood...it's your soul. Alena never asked to be here. She was dragged into his world, where monsters wear human faces and loyalty is bought with blood. Her life was stolen the moment he laid eyes on her. 'Do you know what happens to those who defy me, Alena?' he whispered, his voice chillingly soft. She trembled, but didn't waver. 'They die.' His sadistic smile was a blade against her sanity. 'No, They beg to die.' Every corner of his world is drenched in blood, the deeper she goes, the more she realizes the true horror isn't just him...it's the secret he guards. Secrets that could shatter everything. He's willing to kill, destroy, and manipulate to get what he wants. This isn't a love story. It's a battle for survival. Because in his hands, even the strongest wills shatter. And in her heart, one question haunts her... Can she escape the devil, or is she destined to burn with him? Surviving in Jeon's estate isn't just about staying alive.... It's about not losing your mind. Welcome to this game of bloodbath And pray you make it out alive... JJKXALENA ✨📚Credits Storyline to dialogues, everything in this book is entirely my own creation. Please do not repost, copy or claim any part of this work as yours. 📕 Book cover: Petalnprose (DO NOT COPY) (Everything in this book is imaginary, only the BTS members are real and used as a muse for this book, they're the exact opposite of how they're portrayed)

"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

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...