~ A Lee Heeseung FF ~ Why am I bumping into you constantly? What do you mean to me? What are we? So many questions, yet no answers...

To put an end to a devastating war, a marriage was arranged to symbolize an armistice between two rival countries. Hence, Princess Yewon of Galacia was shipped off to marry Prince Seungcheol of Solen. The princess had to make a home in the palace of a country that had conquered her land and tortured her people. Navigating through a flurry of passion and politics, Yewon begins to realize that good and evil are not so black and white. Join Yewon on her journey through making friends, discovering traitors, falling in love, learning dark family secrets, and most importantly, figuring out her prince and his heart of ice. - TRAILER: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gp33Q47yDo8 (made by one of my lovely readers on AFF) Highest Rankings: #1 seventeen #1 seungcheol #1 soonyoung #1 jeonghan #3 kpop Follow @NuNeenFic on Twitter for updates on how this story is going, my thoughts about it, my progress, and also my excuses as to why updates take so long haha

Deception is Her Weapon; Vengeance is Her Cause. No mercy. "You thought you could deceive us. But in this game, baby, the rules were written by those who thrive in shadows." ⚠️ "'Look at you, little thing. I'm two sizes bigger than you. If I wrapped my hand around your throat, I could choke you,' he jeered, pressing the sharp blade even harder against her skin. 'Recycled lines, huh? You're running out of material,' she managed to retort, her voice strained from the pressure on her throat. In a sudden and abrupt motion, he threw the knife aside, his hand swiftly replacing the cold steel of the blade. And now, it was just his bare hand, a bold and strategic choice that demonstrated his confidence in his own strength. 'You really craved the sensation of my hand choking you, huh? You're enjoying this, aren't you, little slut? Feeling my grip tighten around your throat,' he snarled as he applied more force, pressing his hand deeper into her neck. 'Fuck you,' she managed to blurt out, her voice strained and raw, her eyes blurred with tears and her wounds stinging with pain. Mingyu let out a low chuckle. 'Fuck me? Yeah? Alright then,' he uttered with a smirk on his face. With deliberate movements, he reached towards her pants, his fingers moved diligently and precisely as they traced the zipper. 'You want me to fuck you right here, huh? Need an audience, kinky bitch?' he taunted, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as his fingers deftly undid the zipper of her pants. All eyes were fixated on them as Mingyu harshly began to pull her pants down, while she gasped for breath, each rasping inhale echoing in the tense silence of the room. 'Let's give them a good performance,' he replied with a smirk before loosening his grip on her neck, allowing her to gasp for air. Seizing the opportunity, he leaned in and his lips found hers, pulling her into a rough and dominating kiss.

What if revenge isn't the answer, but the curse? In a world haunted by tragedy, Minghao seeks revenge for his sister's death, believing Kim Nabi to be the culprit. But as passion intertwines with secrets, he discovers a chilling truth that could shatter everything he thought he knew. "Without hesitation, he seized her, lifting her form from the ground with a forceful grip, and flung her against the wall. His body pressed against hers, an overwhelming sensation of pain engulfing her, and a whimper of pain escaped her lips. 'Do you know how I immediately realized it was you?' His voice, a dangerous whisper, as his gaze fixed on her lips. With a deliberate slowness, his hand trailed down, fingers grazing her side until they settled on the spot where the butterfly tattoo adorned her skin. 'This,' he continued, his eyes locking onto hers, 'this tattoo confirmed my suspicion.' The intensity of his gaze bore into her. 'But now that I look at you more carefully,' he began, his gaze lingering on her body. 'Where are the scars on your thighs?' His inquiry cut through the tension. His fingers danced along the fabric of her dress, a mockery in his touch. 'Are they conveniently hidden beneath this short dress?' His voice dripped with skepticism, a bitter amusement that twisted the knife deeper. 'Oh, no..I'm wrong,' he remarked, his gaze scrutinizing her more closely. 'It seems that they are still visible, but made more difficult to detect due to the stockings.' Nabi's heart pounded in her chest, her sense of dignity unraveling with every word. In a swift motion, Minghao forcefully tore the stockings off one of her legs, exposing the scars that marred her skin. The room echoed with Nabi's cries, her voice a symphony of pain and fear, resonating through the air like a haunting melody. ⚠️ 🏆 #1 in seventeen #1 in svt #1 in scoups #1 in minghao #1 in hoshi #1 in vernon #1 in seungcheol