❝𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝖶𝖠𝖲 𝖭𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖯𝖫𝖠𝖭. 𝖲𝖴𝖱𝖵𝖨𝖵𝖠𝖫 𝖶𝖠𝖲.❞ - 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮- 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥- 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦... 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. ©starrtales07

"You lack morals," His chest seals you to the wall, breath running hot against the shell of your ear, "Gonna fuck them all into you." A tale as old as time, but nothing like the one you know. ...You've heard of monsters in the shadows, haven't you? The ones that watch you from beneath your bed, waiting for you to dangle a limb over the edge. The ones that linger in your closet, just out of sight. You've feared them. Hated them. Tried to convince yourself they weren't real. But what about the one that doesn't hide? The one that doesn't need to. The one who sleeps in your bed with his name in your mouth? You've feared the darkness at your window. But what about the darkness inside your room? The one that breathes against your skin, tracing your pulse with its teeth. The one that pulls you into its chest, not to protect you, but to keep you there. To bury you inside it. To consume you. Softly. Completely. Like a prayer no one's meant to hear. You have feared things that scrape at your door. But what about the one who locks it? From the inside. With you still in it. Retelling Beauty and the Beast. A student✗teacher romance. Highest ranking: #7 in JeonJungkook on 25/02/2026 out of 71.2k stories #10 in Jungkook on 25/02/2026 out of 224k stories #1 in JJK on 3/06/2025 out of 26.4K stories #1 in Dark Romance on 29/01/2025 out of 60.6K stories #1 in StudentTeacher on 1/02/2025 out of 697K storeis #1 in Retelling on 7/02/2025 3.57 K stories #1 in Crimson on 19/07/2025 out of 1.67K stories #1 in Seduction on 1/08/2025 out of 5.91K stories #1 in Tension on 20/01/2026 out of 12.1K stories Started: 01/01/2025 Ended: 01/01/2026

- 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴, 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘷𝘰𝘸, 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦-𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬-𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯, 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯-𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯. 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯, '𝘛𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯. ©starrtales07

🩸 YAKUZA'S DIRGE- "A dirge is a funeral hymn, and his love was a slow, brutal mourning-not for her death, but her freedom." "Do you know why I keep you locked up?" Her breath hitched. Her fingers curled against his chest - hesitantly, reverently - and oh god. The feel of him. Hard. Unforgiving. A wall of heat under her trembling hands. His chest was broad, every muscle taut beneath the thin shirt, his pecs shifting as he breathed - not shallowly, but deeply. Controlled. His teeth grazed her cheek. A bite. Gentle. Carnal. Her lips parted. A broken breath fell from her. Then a whisper - from him. "Hmm?" She shook her head. Too slow. Too dazed. His hand slipped lower, finally, cupping her waist - his palm large enough to cage her, thumb brushing just beneath the curve of her ribs while his other arm remained hooked around her back. Not pinning. Holding. Pulling. She was caged. Held flush to him. Nothing between them but her open robe and his clothed chest. But even then, the heat bled through. He bent again - lower this time. His lips kissed the corner of her jaw. Not sweetly. Possessively. Then he whispered something so sinful, so deliberate, it felt like it was made of oil and ash and honey: "Because if even one man saw you like this... he'd forget his god. He'd fuck his name out of your mouth and never ask if you were promised." Her thighs trembled. Her hand fisted in the fabric at his chest - not to resist. To survive the feeling. He dragged his lips to her jaw again. Her ear. He didn't press them to her skin. He simply hovered. Teased. Waited. She could barely breathe. Her body shook in his hands, her inner thighs slick with her own arousal, every nerve burning like she was being readied for slaughter. Then-her voice. Small. Too soft for anyone else to hear. But he was not anyone. "...But I already attracted the worst kind." His head stilled. Eyes lowered to her again. She swallowed. Then added-"Didn't I?"

"𝗔𝗮-𝗮𝗵𝗵 𝗱-𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗶-𝗶𝘁 𝗜-𝗶 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁-𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝘁-𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀-𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗶𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝘀..." -𝖸𝗇 𝖲𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖢𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖡𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖴𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖻 𝖮𝖿 𝖴𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖶𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖩𝖤𝖮𝖭 𝖩𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖪𝖮𝖮𝖪. "𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗼 𝗨𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬" -𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗒. 𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋? 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖸𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍? 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅? 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 🔞𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: -𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐓. -𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗.

Genre: Age-Gap, Dark romance, Thriller When 40-year-old mafia boss, Jungkook lays eyes on 20-year-old college girl, he's immediately captivated. Despite their significant age difference and vastly different worlds, jungkook becomes obsessed with making her his. But Jungkook obsession knows no bounds. He'll stop at nothing to claim her as his own, even if it means destroying her innocence and pulling her into his dark world... Dive into this intense, passionate tale of love, obsession, and the unbreakable bonds that form between two unlikely souls.🤎 (Reader×Jeongguk) **[This book is under editing]** MY FIRST BOOK~ SO THERE'S LOTS OF MISTAKES ~ PLEASE BE KIND. Caution : it includes *MATURE* imaginary stuff so if you're not comfortable, please ignore it 🔞⚠️ Vote, like,share, comment 💌

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.

𝘛𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘓𝘌𝘋 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘖𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠/ 𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 #3 Kang emilia is a bold and classy woman who embodies confidence and independence. With a sharp wit and a fearless spirit, she navigates the world on her own terms, never backing down from a challenge. Her strength and determination make her a force to be reckoned with. Jeon jungkook is a self-made billionaire with a wealth of success, but a scarcity of genuine connections. His past experiences have left him wary of others, making it difficult for him to trust. Despite his guarded exterior, he yearns for true love and acceptance. Both their differences spark tension, but their undeniable chemistry keeps them drawn to each other. Can they find love amidst the chaos of their contrasting lives? "𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅." ALL RIGHTS AND COVER DESIGN RESERVED TO ©MOONLITWRITER

✔️ COMPLETED VIEWER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. She looked up at Jungkook - and what she saw in his gaze made her tremble. It wasn't anger. It wasn't even lust. It was something worse. It was DEVOTION. That sick, terrifying kind of devotion that would burn down the heavens and rip apart the earth - just to keep her here, in his hands, in his world. His thumb traced her lower lip lightly. "You're so beautiful, darling," he murmured, voice low, hoarse. "So fucking beautiful it hurts to look at you." Y/N swallowed hard, a sharp ache blooming in her chest. Because he meant it. In his own twisted way - he meant every word. Her fingers curled tighter around Juhyun's tiny body as she whispered, "Jungkook..." He leaned in, breath mingling with hers, forehead dipping against hers briefly. Juhyun babbled happily between them, oblivious to the adult storm gathering overhead. "I should lock you away," Jungkook said, almost to himself, almost tender. "Somewhere no one can even look at you. You... and our babies." Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed - not just by fear or helplessness, but by love. A love so raw it bled inside her. He was ruining her. He already had. Yet still - she would love him. She would love him through the ruin and through the darkness, through the cages and chains he would forge for her. Because her heart didn't know how to stop. Because she had fallen deeply, helplessly, forever for this man who could not - would not - love the way normal people did. He would love her until there was nothing left of her to love. '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!

𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ❝ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒚 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔 ❞ ❝ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ❞ -𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡? -𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝘼𝙣 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣| 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 • • • • cover by - @hoeseokhaze on wattpad and @auroraxic on instagram