𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙣.. 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴 - He was cold but not as ice and a devil in human disguise.....the Devil of the underworld. Merciless, untouchable, feared by many, hated by one. 𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓐𝓿𝓪 - She's not a princess in need of saving-she's the bullet coming for his crown. Fierce, untamed, and reckless with a mouth that could start wars. She doesn't bow to monsters-she burns them. She swore she'd ruin him.. make his life a never-ending nightmare. But Jungkook? He welcomed the chaos with a smirk. "𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚, 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡," 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙........ "𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣." He shattered her peace. She tore into his world. What began as hate,, soon twisted into something Darker.. Deeper.. Deadlier. In the end, it's not about who wins. 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽. "𝙎𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙇 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝘿𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙇" •Slow Burn •Enemies to lovers •Mafia romance A JEON JUNGKOOK FANFIC

"𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙪𝙨. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙬. 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚... 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪."He looks at her, fierce and gentle all at once. -"𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮. 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝘽𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚. 𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮." Jeon Jungkook is a 22-year-old loafer. Reckless, aimless, and barely keeping his life together in the bustling chaos of Hongdae. He lives in a cramped colony, works odd jobs, and spends his days flirting with girls and avoiding anything that feels permanent. But all of that changes when she moves in. Kang Y/n, a 24-year-old widow, carries grief like a shadow. After losing her husband on their wedding night and enduring emotional abuse from her in-laws, she's moved to Hongdae with nothing but silence in her eyes and a storm in her heart. In a world full of judgment, two broken souls find an unlikely love. Raw, real, and beautiful in its imperfection. This is not just a love story. It's a story of becoming. Of choosing love over shame, courage over fear, and healing over silence. This story is a tribute to how love can bloom in the most unlikely places, and how even the most broken people can heal each other when the world turns its back! "Falling for you in Hongdae"- On Wattpad! Followers on Instagram- "Meeraverse_" Enjoy the story 🖤

Muheon- KING JEON AU [Joseon Era] Angst. Lust. Power. And a crown that never felt heavier. She was the queen, they forced into his bed. He was the king who broke rules for war and for her. But in a palace full of eyes, love becomes a battlefield. And hearts? Just another weapon. ___________________________________ They were childhood sweethearts turned royalty - a love the people admired, but the palace conspired against. From the moment she crossed the threshold as the Queen of Joseon, her body became a vessel of expectation. Every week, she was forced into intimate rituals - a private ceremony that demanded nothing but the production of an heir. Noble men and women would stand guard outside their chamber, whispering ancient rules "Do not speak. Do not touch. Do not love - just conceive." But he, the King, only loved. He followed every royal command but refused one - to take another wife. "Only she," he said. "Or I deny to rule" Yet guilt tore her apart. Every moon that passed without a child made her feel like a shadow draped in silk. Muheon is a story of forbidden intimacy, bold rebellion, and a love that risks everything to rewrite the rules written in stone. In a palace built on heirs and duty, can love survive without legacy? ___________________________________ © Katlynchim Achievements : #1 on #btssmuts #3 on #sexualtheme #1 on #jeonjungkook #1 on #joseon

#1 obsessedhusband #1 military romance #1 cruel "strip!", Jungkook Jeon boomed, his voice thunderous, his command absolute, "you're my wife, I love you enough to not care if you hate me" Her face flamed red, a single word from her; and now he was treating her like this? A tear slid down her cheek before she could stop it. Jungkook's eyes followed it, his own jaw twitching, "I said, strip!", he roared again, louder this time, angerier. She lowered her eyes, her trembling fingers rising to obey. Piece by piece, her clothes fell to the floor. And then he was there, pushing her onto the bed with a force that made the mattress dip, caging her in with his shadow. His thick, angry, already hard length pressed against her, and without warning, "I love you", he said, slamming into her hard, "I fucking love you", he repeated, grinding harder. Harsher. She gasped, her breath ripped from her lungs, her very core shaking with the force of him. Each thrust, each climax wringing her dry like a cloth, yet he never stopped. And, no, Jungkook Jeon would not stop. He will love her, until his blood ran dry, until he gave his last, until she couldn't take him. If she would not yield, he would not relent. Because that's who he was, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝. And that's who she was, 𝐀𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. ⚠️Disclaimer⚠️ 𝗕𝗘𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗘, 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞 𝗢𝗙 𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗬 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞, 𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝟮𝟭+ 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘.

❝ They said he was heartless. I believed it... until he bled for me. ❞ She was just a quiet girl, living in the shadows of a city that never noticed her. Until one night changed everything. Y/n was taken-ripped from her normal life and delivered like a gift to the most feared mafia heir in the country: Kim Taehyung. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. He didn't speak much. He didn't smile. And he certainly didn't want her... or so she thought. But behind those unreadable eyes was a storm waiting to claim her. He told her not to trust anyone-not even him. Now, trapped in a mansion full of secrets, whispers, and eyes that never blink, Y/n must walk the thin line between love and survival. Because in this world? Love comes with a price. And someone wants her gone before she says "I do." > "Tomorrow, you'll wear my ring. My name. My blood will guard you, and my wrath will hunt anyone who even dares to break you," Taehyung growled. "You're not allowed to doubt yourself. Or us. Ever again."

Fire and Frost || A Kim Taehyung FF || Previously known as Crimson Thrones She was born a princess of peace. He was crowned a king of war. When two rival kingdoms drown in blood, a marriage is forged to halt the carnage. A union between Princess Y/N of Aureth and Taehyung of Varyn, a ruthless king. Yet beneath the vows and velvet, something ancient stirs. A curse born of love, betrayal, and death. As their hearts learn to bleed for one another, fate sharpens its blade once more. Because some souls are bound across lifetimes... and some loves are doomed to die in every one of them.

*** Y/n. The girl who is allergic to human contact. The doctor was reading something from the file, he looked up at my mum and spoke "I am so sorry to inform you this but your daughter has a rare disease." "What kind of disease?" my mum questioned in a confused tone. "your daughter is allergic to human contact." ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ - ᴀᴜ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ -ᴀᴜ •Draft - 14.7.2021 •Published-16.8.2021 •Finished- 24.4.2022 • All covers, gifs and edits in this book are made by me.

"To the ones who crave hands around their throat more than a hand to hold-who don't want saving, only a ruthless, wicked man to drag them to hell and make them love every second of it." The Ashen Conqueror hit #1 in multiple trending hashtags, including: 🏆 #Bts 🏆 #Jungkook 🏆 #Jeon Jungkook 🏆 #Enimies to Lovers 🏆 #jkff 🏆 #Morallygrey 🏆 #jk 🏆 #Historical Romance 🏆 #Forbidden love "Stab me again, princess,"Jeon Jungkook growled, blood dripping down his chest as he cornered her against the crumbling castle wall. "But next time, aim for the heart. Or I'll assume you're flirting." The Vrykólakas Dynasty was no kingdom-it was a graveyard dressed in gold. A land where wolves wore crowns and rivers ran red with the blood of traitors. Here, Princess Y/N learned the hard way that her betrothed, the vanished Prince Adrian, was not the true monster. No, that title belonged to Jeon Jungkook-the Ashen Conqueror. A warlord forged in hellfire, with a smirk sharper than his sword and a reputation for burning empires to ash. When Adrian disappeared, Jungkook seized the throne... and her. "You want to kill me?" he'd hissed on their wedding night, his calloused hand squeezing her throat as she clawed at his armor. "Good. It'll make fucking you sweeter." ⚠️ Mature Content Warning This story contains themes of emotional conflict, intense romantic tension, psychological manipulation, and mature situations that may not be suitable for all readers. Scenes may include violence, strong language, sensuality, and morally grey characters. WHAT TO EXPECT: 🔥 "I HATE YOU" TO "HATE ME HARDER" - Bruising kisses, dagger-to-throat confessions, and a bed that's seen more battles than the throne room. ⚔️ MORALLY GREY AF- He'll raze villages for her... then burn hers for fun. She'll kiss him like oxygen... then poison his wine STEAMY SNEAK PEAK: "You're a monster," Y/N spat, her back arching against the war table Jungkook laughed, low and

✔️ COMPLETED VIEWER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. His name alone could end wars. JEON JUNGKOOK. A name that echoed in blood-soaked alleys and gold-laced corridors alike. The mere whisper of "Jeon" sent shivers down the spine of politicians, tycoons, and criminals alike. His enemies prayed not to see him; his allies prayed he wouldn't forget them. He isn't just the most powerful mafia in the country - he is power. He didn't order killings - he performed them. He didn't forgive - he forgot you ever existed. And when he snapped, cities burned. No court dared touch him. No woman could own him. No law could bind him. BECAUSE HE IS THE LAW. She was soft - too soft for his hands. Too gentle for his gaze. Too kind for his world. But he wanted her. No... he needed her. Y/N was everything Jeon Jungkook had never known he was missing. A college girl with eyes like prayer and a heart that forgave before it judged. She waved at children, fed stray cats, smiled at elders, and bowed at strangers. Her world was painted in light. He was dipped in blood. He saw her once, and never again was the same. Jungkook kept her. Like a secret. Like a possession. Like his last breath. She gave him peace, a strange stillness he didn't understand but refused to lose. She didn't argue. She listened. She stayed. She asked him one night in a quiet whisper, "Do you love me, Jungkook?" He smiled, eyes dark, brushing her cheek with fingers that had pulled triggers. "I'll stab you in your heart and kiss you while you're bleeding from your mouth, my precious. If this makes you feel that I love you... Then I love you so much." CLICK ON START READING FOR MORE...BECAUSE I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN ACHING FOR IT!