Jeon Jungkook is my brother's best friend and honestly, one of the most annoying people I know. He used to bully me, and that cocky, smug smile of his? Yeah, it makes me want to punch him every single time. But instead of calling my brother when I'm at my wit's end, Jungkook comes up with a crazy idea. He wants me to pretend to be his fiancée for a whole week, living with him and his family. All because his grandma has one last wish. __________ brother's bestfriend Mafia enemies to lover enemies to lovers mafia romance.

[ONGOING] ✩·₊˚༺Pit stops for pleasure, finish line for pain.༻✩·₊ 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 has a reputation in fast lane games and heated scandals. Driving for Ferrari, he lives his life in speed, not stopping for petty things that consider listening to what is in his chest. Hailing from the family that runs the Russian Bratva, he doesn't really have a good image to hold but only enemies to make. 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐂𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐚 is the daughter of the owner of Ferrari racing team. Admist darkness of past and uncertainty of her future, she falls into the exact pit hole Jungkook rules. Now, she's intertwined with him one way or another.

Walking away felt like its own kind of pain, and hope had long since lost its meaning. In the chill of the evening, every step weighed on me-bones aching, skin stinging, as if each movement tore something loose inside. My tears burned against the cold wind, searing rather than soothing. "Please," I whispered, the word slipping out like a fragile, fading prayer. "Do you want me to touch you like this, Daisy?" Each step drags, my feet heavy against the ground, every footprint feeling like I'm leaving a piece of myself behind-like my soul is slipping away with each one. My senses dull, my energy drains, until all that's left is a hollow, aching emptiness. But hasn't it been this way for the past three years without him? "Have anyone made you feel like this? Wet like this?" I don't know if I'll survive this time-but I'm still asking for one more chance. "Just one... and I'll make everything right." But why do I have to beg for it? Why am I the only one fighting? Why is it always on me to fix what's broken? "Do me Jungkook, p-please." Love-so simple, yet impossibly complicated. No matter what he's done, no matter the hurt or the distance, I'm still in love with him. And I want to fight for us one last time. I need to see how it ends, even if it breaks me. Just one final try. "With all the pleasure. I will fuck you, only fuck you with everything I have Daisy." There's no point in hoping, is there? He isn't here. He isn't coming. So, there's no chance at a happy ending for me now... is there? The sun sinks lower, shadows stretching as night draws near. With a heavy heart, I force my feet forward, each step pulling me farther from the possibility of him-of us. I knew this from the start. I should have known better, should never have let myself fall for someone like Jungkook, someone who doesn't believe in love. All Rights Reserved ©2026 ©nrhkrs #wattys2019

𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ❛ WANT TO BREAK HER BUT SHE WAS UNBREAKABLE ❜ ━ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨-𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮.❜ 18+| contains mature and triggering content. ©𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑_𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐅𝐒

"He was a prisoner in chains. I was a bride in disguise. And together, we were the empire's newest gamble." When Y/N steps into the Jeon mansion seeking help, she doesn't realize she's walking straight into the heart of danger - a world ruled by power, bloodlines, and silent wars disguised as alliances. The Jeons promise protection, but nothing in their world is ever free. One command, one deal, and she's forced into a marriage that ties her fate to Jeon Jungkook - the most dangerous name whispered in the underworld. A man bound by handcuffs, yet powerful enough to break her in every way that matters. Between impossible choices, shifting loyalties, and Jungkook's unreadable eyes - Y/N learns that love isn't the opposite of power. Sometimes, it's the deadliest form of it. Because in the Ganglife, affection can be a weapon...and every promise demands a sacrifice. ⚠︎Mafia | Dark Romance | Power Struggle | Betrayal | BTS x Reader | Action & Desire

"I'll ask you two questions and if I find a silver of dishonesty, I'll hunt you down to the end of this world until you're begging me for death." She nods. "Did you sleep with me against my consent?" She nods - yes. "Were you forced to do this?" She nods - no. "Jeon Jungkook neither forgives, nor forgets, and you my dear, sister-in-law, ended up on the wrong side of me." ◇━━◇━━◇━━◇━━◇━━◇ Kim Y/n - a woman who was physically and emotionally abused by her husband Jeon Junghyun, finds herself in bed with her dead husband's little brother - Jeon Jungkook. She is supposed to be a vessel, to be used by Jeon Mirae - her mother-in-law - to give birth to a heir. And now having slept with the beast - she finds herself on wrong side of the man who has vowed to claim his revenge from her. Who will survive the games of betrayal and love? Who will burn, and who will rise from the ashes...? Scandal. Seduction. Secrets. Welcome to the empire where the widow wears the crown of her brother-in-law's desire and revenge.

O N - H O L D ! By daylight, Professor Jeon Jungkook is sharp, controlled, exactly the man his students expect him to be. When the camera turns on and the helmet slides into place, something else awakens-something unrestrained, magnetic, and meant to stay unseen. Across campus, Y/n keeps her head down, quiet and diligent, secretly writing stories about the helmeted man whose videos the internet can't stop talking about. But between what she writes and what he hides, could there be a connection? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Disclaimer: This fanfiction is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Images from Pinterest, all rights belong to their respective owners. Warning: This story contains mature content, including explicit scenes and strong language. It is intended for adult audiences only. Reader discretion is advised. Copyright Notice: All rights reserved. No part of this work may be copied, translated, or distributed without my explicit permission. If you enjoy my story, don't hesitate to leave a star and share your thoughts in the comments-I truly appreciate your support!

"If I'm Frostflame, then you, my little empress, are the Firestorm that burns what's left of me." - Jeon Jungkook. He destroyed her empire. Slaughtered her army. Ripped her throne. Then he dragged her to his palace, dressed her in foreign silk, and called it a wedding. Jeon Jungkook-known across continents as Frostflame - is a warlord feared from Persia to the Pyrenees. Cold in the mind, brutal in the field, and merciless between sheets. He collects wives like trophies. But none like her. Not the fire-mouthed, iron-hearted Y/N Elaire of Byzantine. She spits venom where others moan. Bites when he kisses. And he fucking loves it. "I married you for politics, but I'll ruin you for pleasure." This isn't love. It's war behind closed doors. Lust laced with betrayal. A marriage of convenience soaked in heat, pain She's not here to be owned. He's not here to be softened. But the more they fight, the harder they fall. And when fire meets frost, kingdoms won't be the only things that burn. . . . . . . . . . . ©Moon_3004

⚠️ Content Warning: This story features a significant age gap (16 years) between the two main characters. If age-gap romances aren't your cup of tea, I kindly suggest checking out one of my other stories instead. 💛 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He was never supposed to fall for her. She was off-limits-too young, too close, too forbidden. But fate doesn't care about rules, and neither does desire. One summer, one mistake, and everything changes. An age-gap love story where the line between wrong and right blurs the moment their eyes meet. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Disclaimer: This fanfiction is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Images from Pinterest, all rights belong to their respective owners. Warning: This story contains mature content, including explicit scenes and strong language. It is intended for adult audiences only. Reader discretion is advised. Copyright Notice: All rights reserved. No part of this work may be copied, translated, or distributed without my explicit permission. If you enjoy my story, don't hesitate to leave a star and share your thoughts in the comments-I truly appreciate your support!

"Um, sir, about earlier, I want to apologize," she stammered, her voice hesitant and nervous. "I didn't mean to call you heartless or a demon." "Seems like you still have the mind of a child. Despite being a grown woman, you haven't matured." His attention remained fixed on the road ahead. "Asshole." "I heard that!" Jungkook exclaimed in a loud, dominating voice. "Good, because I wanted you to," Y/N stubbornly declared, unyielding in her response. Suddenly, Jungkook abruptly stopped the car, bringing it to a halt. "Why did you stop?" she stammered, her voice filled with uncertainty as she looked at her cold and bewildering boss. Jungkook unbuckled his seatbelt, leaning closer to the girl, pinning her to her seat with a piercing glare. His eyes were intense and commanding, exuding a dark power. "Watch your mouth, Y/N, or else I know how to make you stop," he uttered, his gaze shifting between her bewildered stare and her trembling lips. Started: 14 March, 2022 Ended: 25 August, 2022 18+. Contains mature themes such as sexual content and very sensitive topics that may trigger some people. Please do not read if that makes you feel uncomfortable. This is a fan-fiction, purpose that all incidents and occasions in this are all imaginary and all are of my imagination. Any resemblance to substantial life events and species, living or dead, are all purely coincidence.