He has never been this interested in others, except for the people relying on him. But you, you were different. He is not sure if it's because of how you masked your pain and trauma, how you kept on moving forward with a fake smile on your pretty face, how you tried to still have hope that his shitty captain would just leave you alone in peace when it was clear as a day that he has no intentions of letting you go. And he has this unhealthy obsession with broken things as he is one. The kids underground who he took in were, too, not that he wasn't also a kid when he took them in. He just couldn't help himself but get drawn to you and your beautiful brokenness. AOT - not mine. Plot & Imagination - mine. Disclaimer : This may be triggering, mentions of abuse. Also, rated M for a reason.

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. -

"T-Take your mouth off..." I whispered, voice weak and trembling. "You can't... you can't Rape-" He didn't stop. His mouth stayed on my breasts - sucking, biting, marking - as if he hadn't heard me. But he had. He just didn't care. My hands reached up, trying to push his head away, but my strength melted the moment his fingers thrust into my pussy. Deep. Fast. Unforgiving. "Fuck," he groaned against my skin. "Didn't know ruining you would feel this good." My knees gave out, but he caught me - like he always did, just to make me fall again. "Aah... please... s-stop..." I cried, barely breathing, legs shaking. But my body? My body was begging for more. And I hated this feeling - how weak I was in front of him. Lee yn , an 18 years old medical student, dreams of an ordinary life -one far away from violence and bloodshed. But her world shatters the night she witness a cold blood murder. The killer? Jeon jungkook-27 years old ruthless, and the most feared mafia boss in South Korea. Mature Themes ⚠️ 🔞 1. *Dark and twisted content*: The story features a dark and ominous atmosphere, with mature themes that may be disturbing to some readers. 2. *Violence and bloodshed*: The story includes scenes of violence, bloodshed, and murder. 3. *Psychological manipulation*: Jungkook's character exhibits manipulative and controlling behavior towards YN. 4. *Mature relationships*: The story may explore complex and potentially toxic relationships between characters. Trigger Warnings 1. *Kidnapping and abduction* 2. *Violence and abuse* 3. *Psychological trauma* 4. *Captivity and confinement* 5. *Mature themes and content* 6. *Marital Rape* Reader Discretion Advised This story is intended for mature readers who are comfortable with dark and twisted themes. Reader discretion is advised, and readers who are easily disturbed or triggered by mature content may want to exercise caution.

"𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚," 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘳, "𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝑫𝒆𝒇𝒚 𝒎𝒆... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒖𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆, 𝑵𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒂-" 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘦 , 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 , 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 , 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘺. " -𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 , 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝑰𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍." "𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬." 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐱 𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐀♡︎ 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 18𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐲...🤍✨

Genre : Psychological Thriller "Who the f*ck are you". He yelled and a sense of dread washed over her as Taehyung rose slowly gripping a heavy metal axe while staring at the couple in front him. Fear gripped her heart as he instilled terror in every soul present there. Taehyung climbed three stairs and his footsteps echoed in the silent hall. He stood in front of the man who was shorter than him but was hiding the woman behind him holding her hand behind his back. Taehyung loomed over him as his stature towered them, casting a shadow of intimidation. His eyes were chillingly intense, holding a darkness that was unfathomable. Even though the man was trying to intimidate Taehyung, Taehyung's scary demeanor and the axe in his hand was making him sweat. Taehyung blinked slowly looking down at the man who clenched his jaw while fear was noticeable in his tensed form. Taehyung smirked slightly and trailed his eyes back to her, fixating on her trembling form while silent tears streamed down her face, she was unable to meet his gaze but ground slipped under her feet as those sinister words slipped out of his mouth in a calm tone. "I told you, I'll slit apart who will try to take you away from me........My love" _______________________________________ ll Book 2 of Ephialtes ll viewers discretion advised ©️ : ficneont ⚠️ warning : Not suitable for sensitive readers due to disturbing concept. Content : violence, blood, torture, mental illness, love, romance, abuse, trauma, drugs, strong language, explicit scenes

Kim Taehyung was a man sculpted by shadows-cold, dominant, and ruthless. A name whispered in fear within the underground elite, the heir to an empire built on blood, deception, and secrets. To him, love was a weakness-a game he'd never play, a lie he refused to entertain. Until one deal forced him into an arranged marriage with Y/N, the daughter of a fading noble family, a girl who looked like she belonged in sunlight, not in his darkness. Y/N was everything he couldn't control. Fierce, stubborn, and untamed despite her fragile grace-like porcelain with a flame inside. She didn't beg, didn't break. And that made her addictively dangerous. What was supposed to be a political alliance became something Taehyung couldn't walk away from. Her innocence tempted him. Her defiance enraged him. Her silence seduced him. Now, he's obsessed. He doesn't call it love-because he doesn't believe in it. But he needs her. Touching her, claiming her, punishing her-he turns their shared nights into scorching trials of passion and pain, testing how far he can push her before she shatters. But Y/N won't shatter. She burns. Until something changes.

"To the girl who was marked to die- And the version of himself that did." Y/N didn't ask for this. It was supposed to be a girls' trip. A few days of laughter, beaches, and blurry memories. But somewhere between the airport terminal and the baggage belt, her life flipped upside down. She took the wrong suitcase home. And whatever was inside that case... It wasn't meant for her. It belonged to people who don't make threats-they make examples. People who don't leave loose ends-they erase them. Now she's being watched. Tracked. Hunted. And at the center of it all, living just a few floors above her, is a man with no name- No trail. No hesitation. Only orders. Kim Taehyung. A ghost in plain sight. Elegant. Cold. Unreadable. He doesn't miss. He doesn't speak unless he has to. He's killed for less. And she's already on his list. She doesn't know him. But he knows her. He's memorized her schedule. Her routine. Her silence. He's waiting for the moment- The call. The final green light. And when it comes? He won't flinch. ⚠️ 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. Reader discretion is advised.

On set, she's his perfect match. Off set, she's his worst critic. ​Jeon Jungkook is at the top of his game, but his latest K-Drama has a catch: the lead actress refuses to do skinship. Enter his Kissing Double-a silent, masked professional who delivers more chemistry in a single take than the actual star. Jungkook is fascinated, obsessed, and determined to see the face behind the mask. ​Little does he know, he sees her every morning. ​She's the sharp-tongued barista at his favorite hideout who spends her shifts roasting his "wooden" acting and pretentious order. To her, Jungkook is just a spoiled idol who needs a reality check. To him, she's the only person who doesn't treat him like a god. ​When the mask finally slips, the act is over-and the real drama begins. ​"You're a great kisser, Jungkook. It's just a shame you can't act your way out of a paper bag."

Genre : Mafia Romance His presence was killing her without even touching, Her heart went out of control when she felt his footsteps became loud and stopped infront her balled figure, She hid her face completely didn't want to see his Beautiful devilish face.........he was devil who saved her just to depraved her soul in his sinful ways, He was devil for her but she was heaven for him, He crouched down at her level and every ounce in her body became numb hearing his deep husky voice. I'm back angel (Ephialtes is like a super scary nightmare that makes person feel trapped and terrified) _________________________ ll Book 2 : Fear ll Cover credit goes to @polarbearffs content : violence, mature/adult description, Strong language and Alcohol Warning : Not suitable for sensitive readers due to extreme disturbance. Read at your own risk __________________________ Viewers discretion is adviced ©® : ficneont

" You belong to me " He declared and her heart sank. Her hands trembled as he took heavy steps towards her. The noise of his shoe's heels echoing in the quiet room along with her heavy breath. His dark oceanic eyes stared into her hazel ones with a sinister smirk plastered on his lips. " I am your husband " He said as if to remind her what he was to her. His hands rested on each side of her, trapping her. Her eyes glossed with unshed tears as she bit her quivering lip to hide her fear. " You are not my husband. You're fucking traitor. A sick bastard. " She gritted every word and watched as his smirk widened showing his teeth while he tilted his head, amazed by her courage. He slowly leaned in, his hot breath fanned her face making her close her eyes in fear. He moved his head in the crook of her neck and softly licked her neck before biting her warm skin making her gasp. She clenched her fists on his chest and he moved his head to her ears and rubbed his nose against her earlobe before whispering something that made her legs give up. " Whether you like it or not, you belong to this sick bastard and tonight, I am going to make sure you scream my name so loud that even God will know who you belong to. " •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•