"sugar & spice," is a humble bakery that holds the promise of unexpected magic. (y/n), the passionate baker, weaves dreams into her sweets. one ordinary day, the entrance bell announces the arrival of jeon jungkook, a famous k-pop idol.watch their worlds collide within the walls of this unassuming bakery.

Taehyung : ''WHAT THE HECK IS THIS?!! Wait- did you mixed bitter gourd in it?'' Y/n : ''Oh, This green green item is called herbal tea specially made by Miss Genius Y/n...Drink this and see how your health will become all amaJin. You'll start jumping like a tarzan in minutes'' Taehyung : ''I don't believe you at all... It'll taste like a shit for sure.'' Y/n : ''How do you know it'll taste like a shit Mr. Kim?? Have you tasted it before hmm hmm?!'' she said nudging his shoulder. Taehyung : ''Y/N...keep your mouth shut or I'll cut your tongue and feed it to street dogs. And take this green poison back, I.Am.Not.Gonna.Drink.This.'' Y/n : ''Then your grandma will drink this'' She said turning around to leave with a mischievous smirk, and do you know where she was heading? Of course towards his grandma. Taehyung: ''Wha- you manipulative witch! I'LL DRINK IT WAIT!!! '' ........ So this is our daily normal conversation between Min Y/n and Kim Taehyung. Wanna see their chaotic encounters and countless cat-mouse fights? Then read further!😏 . . . . . ⚠WARNING⚠ ~Fluff 💀😬 ~Mature Content🌚 ~Smut🔞 DO NOT COPY MY WORK The story lines is a mix of various dramas.

The dining room was filled with the hushed whispers of the mafia members as two new powerful mafia bosses sat facing each other at the head of the long table. "𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀, 𝗠𝗿 𝗞𝗶𝗺," Jungkook drawled, his voice filled with sarcasm. "𝗔𝗵, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀, 𝗠𝗿 𝗝𝗲𝗼𝗻. 𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁" said Kim Taehyung with a small smirk plastered on his devilishly handsome face. As they locked eyes, a silent battle of wits and desires unfolded. The conversation was laced with sarcastic remarks and innuendos, each word dripping with unspoken longing and frustration. The air was thick giving high intimations, not just because of their rivalry, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗽𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. . . . Author's note- SLOW UPDATES.... . . -----------------------------------------------------------------------------Happy Reading♥

What happens when a rude customer places an order at 10 pm despite being told that the cafe is already closed by y/n? A chaotic encounter that turns into... . . . . This is a KTH X READER two-shot fanfiction. Smut and fluff warning🌚 *DM FOR REQUESTS* . . ⚠ Warning⚠ Mature content ahead Plagiarism is not allowed. I don't own any photos, links, videos, or gifs used in this book except the storyline which is strictly owned by me. All pics credits goes to rightful owner.

Everything was running smoothly in Choi y/n's life when suddenly one morning she received a flower bouquet on her doorstep from an anonymous person. At first she ignored it thinking it might be a secret admirer but again it felt strange as remembered receiving the same flower bouquet with chocolates and plushies on her office desk before. 'Who this person might be?' was the only question that kept lingering into her head. A week passed as she didn't receive any gift nor any bouquet after that morning incident which relieved her heart. Her mind was eased until the day when she felt someone following her when she was walking to her office as she missed her bus and That was the time when she realized that she was being 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐃. So what will Y/N do?? Will she find out who the stalker is?? Will she hide from this person or will face him with courage and bravery?? Knock knock~ Who's the hero?~ Who's the villain?~ Who's the victim?~ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ⚠️WARNING⚠️ * Mature Content * Mention of Stalking, crime, Offense, Violence, depression, abusive words etc. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------Happy Reading♡

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The story follows the main character Elizabeth Bennet as she deals with issues of manners, upbringing, morality, education, and marriage in the society of the landed gentry of early 19th-century England. Elizabeth is the second of five daughters of a country gentleman living near the fictional town of Meryton in Hertfordshire, near London.

─────-ˏˋ sʏᴍ·ᴘʜᴏ·ɴʏ * ˚ ✦ /ˈsimfənē/ ˊˎ- ───── ................. ♫ 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 ♬ Slowly the bottom two strings of the guitar sound. Then they sound again. And then once again, accompanied by the notes on the piano. And then they burst into a melodious tune, drawing you towards us, Symphony, our Affiliation Book. You loose your self into the melody, how soothing it sounded. It missed one thing though, how beautiful would it be if someone sung to it... Someone like you. ♫ I just want to be part of your symphony. ♫

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