كل خصلة حچاية، وكل عگدة ستر ... وهاي الظفيرة لازم تنعگّد .

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صغيرةٌ فاتنة تخرج من قاع و تدخل آخر تَلف بها الدُنيا تقع بغرام تاجر أسلحة برَقبته ثأر مُخيف

واگف گدامي وعيونه يتطاير منهه شرار وكلهن حقد وغيض، گلب شعره الاسود الكثيف اليزيده جمال وجاذبيه وضحك بأستهزاء، گال بنبرة صوت ماكرة - انتي ياهو يگلبچ؟ هو انه وگوة دبسوچ بيه ولوما خذيتچ چا برتي ؏ افاد هلچ يبت الچايچي الفگر.. نزلت دموعي تچوي خدودي وگلبي احسه وگف مينبض من الصدمة ومن كلامه، ميطلع صوتي گوة جمعت قوتي وگلت بقهر.. - بَـس انته گلت تحبني؟ ضحك بقوه لدرجة اجتاحته نوبة سعال، فر ايده ولزمني من شعري حسيت بصيلات راسي انزرفن من قوة الشد، همس بفحيح.. . . كُتله من الكبرياء جُسدت على هيئة رجل قاسي ومتسلط .. طُغيانه ليس لهُ حدود ظلمهـا .. گسرهـا .. اهانهـا كثيراً عندما علم انها اعلنت استسلامها وحبها لهُ وخضعت لـ بَكرهـا لكن هـو اعلن عشقهُ لـ " شفاهها المخملية " فقط لا غيـر واتخذهـا وسيله للتسليه وممارسة الحُب الكاذب فـ ما هي نهاية الهجر على يد البگر .... ستصادفنا عدة شخصيات بين طيات هذهِ القصة من هُم وماذا يخبأون لنا من مفاجئات؟ ''شِـفـاه مخمليـه" للـ الكـاتبـة زهراء السلامي. #حقيقية 🤍

Taehyung ignored him, gaze locked on Jisoo. "He's bothering you." "No," she snapped. "He's not." The lie was thin. Taehyung took a step closer. "Then why are you yelling at me instead of him?" Silence. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "He's my friend," she said tightly. The word felt wrong the moment it left her mouth. Taehyung's brows knit together. "Your... what?" "My friend," she repeated. "So just-leave it." He laughed once, sharp and incredulous. "Since when do you have a friend like this?" The guy's face darkened. "Watch your mouth." Taehyung finally turned to him, eyes cold. "Or what?" "Tae-!" Jisoo hissed. Taehyung looked back at her, stunned now-not angry, not yet, just genuinely shaken. "You never mentioned him. Not once." "I don't owe you explanations," she said, voice trembling with something dangerously close to panic. "That's not what this is," Taehyung said quietly. "This is about him." The guy scoffed. "You don't know anything about her." Taehyung's jaw tightened. "I know more than you, enough to see when she's uncomfortable."

"I'm not going to banish you. In fact, I'm going to give you the company." "But in one condition, you will continue with Miss Kim Jisoo as your executive secretary." "I trust you will never lay a hand on her." The old man said as if its the most important thing. He grits his teeth, "sure." "Brat.." his grandfather can only sigh. This is his deal with his grandfather before the old man finally agrees for surgery abroad. He hates it, but he cant back out now. He hates Jisoo. He cant wait to fire her. XXX This is just a fanfic and nothing to be taken seriously.

not all love story have a sweet happy ending, some have fire ... They said the world always bent for her. Kim Jisoo. She walked into the ballroom draped in crimson silk, her presence slicing through the chatter like a blade. People didn't just look at her - they surrendered to her aura. Money, power, admiration... she had it all. Yet, as the music swelled and glasses clinked, her eyes locked on something she didn't have. Someone. Across the room, he stood - quiet, composed, untouched by the glitter. Kim Taehyung. He wasn't dazzled by wealth or swayed by beauty. He carried himself with the calm of a man who had seen storms but refused to bow to them. A surgeon, brilliant and steady, he was the kind of man people leaned on... yet he leaned on no one. And beside him, a soft laughter rose. Han Eunji. No diamonds adorned her, no spotlight followed her steps. She was the warmth of sunlight after rain, gentle in ways the world often overlooked. Where Jisoo was fire and Taehyung was stone, Eunji was light - the kind of light that didn't demand attention, yet made everything around it glow. Jisoo's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. That smile carried a promise. Because in that single moment, she decided: If Taehyung was the stone and Eunji was the light... then she would be the storm. And storms don't ask permission to arrive. They destroy. They claim. They change everything.

"You weren't supposed to see it yet," he says quietly. She crosses her arms, trying to shield herself from the sudden, stupid ache inside. "Why is she in it?" His answer is soft. Deadly soft. "Because you're not complete without her." Jisoo's nails bite into her palms. "She's weak," she says. "She left you." Taehyung steps closer, slow. "She's part of the story whether you like it or not." "I'm not her." "No," he agrees, voice dropping lower. "You're the one who stayed." The words land somewhere between a compliment and a curse. He brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, thumb grazing her cheek. "There's only room for one muse when it's finished," he whispers.

A beautiful love story between A Rich, Handsome, Talented but Rude, Cold, Aloof, Short Temper Boy and An Innocent, Kindhearted, Beautiful, Talented, Middle Class Girl. University's Heartthrob the one and only The Almighty Kim Taehyung to which all the girls drool over and boys jealous of him fall in love with a very simple girl They live in a total different world. Where Taehyung live a luxurious life with top rich class people around him. On the other hand Jisoo live a very simple and normal life. Let's see what the future holds for them. Highest Ranks #2 in vsoo☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ* #5 in bangpink q(❂‿❂)p

A girl has transferred to a new school. She was just a nerd and a quiet girl. He is the most famous boy in their school. Every girl drool over him. He didn't have any girlfriend. His friends circle is full of famous students in the school. ☆As a new Academic has started, that years there was a new transfer girl.☆ What will happen when the two are from the different world, class? 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 #1 (vsoo) #3 ( 𝒗𝒔𝒐𝒐 ) #10 ( crush) #10 (schoolromance)