Jennie lived in a world made of soft pages and borrowed peace, never knowing that the quiet she loved was the silence before a storm. Jungkook lived in a world built from shadows, scars, and blood that never washed off. He ruled with fear. He breathed in danger. And he didn't believe in love- not until he saw her. They say the deadliest men fall the hardest. They say even kings kneel for the right girl. They say love is a weapon sharper than any knife. They were right. Because the moment the mafia king looked at the librarian, something inside him whispered: "If the world hurts her, I will burn the world." She became the calm he never deserved. He became the chaos she never escaped. And fate wrote their names in the same sentence- not as a love story, but as a warning. "He was the storm. She was the match. Together... they learned how a city burns." #jeonjungkook #kimjennie #btsmembers

> 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘-𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗡. 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗢𝗕𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡, 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗙𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗦. > 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗘𝗧 𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦 𝗢𝗙 2 𝗔.𝗠., 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗡'𝗧 𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧'𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝗔𝗡𝗬𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗥𝗦-𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗗 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗧𝗛. > 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗦 𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗦 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗡'𝗧 𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗘. _____________________________________ [17•10•25] ✓ Editing under construction! ✓

Short Stories to Creep You Out! This is a collection of short stories that are meant to creep you out. They're designed to give you that unsettling feeling, the kind that might make you glance over your shoulder. Think of it as a series of unsettling tales that stick with you. ______ 11•07•25| [EDIT] ........still under construction 🚧

"Life is a game and everyone's playing it! Some more serious than others. It's just a constant game of people playing each other, and if you're unlucky -- You get eliminated!" ___~___ The air tasted like rust. The light in the room was barely breathing - flickering, stuttering, like it wanted to die before they did. One sat on the floor, calmly snapping a dead man's fingers like twigs. The other stood in the doorway, eyes black with stillness. VERONICA (grinning, whispering): "You know what I love? That little sound the neck makes... right before it snaps. Like a secret trying to get out." = (soft, almost disappointed): "You talk like this is art. It's not art. It's gravity. Everything falls. Everyone breaks." VERONICA (laughing too long): "Oh, but how they break - that's the masterpiece! Screaming, pissing, praying to gods even they forgot... it's beautiful." = (tilting his head): "They're not beautiful. They're meat." VERONICA (crawling closer, voice giddy): "That's why I like you. No lies in your mouth. Just cold. Just truth." A long silence. Then- = (smiling faintly): "You're the only one left, Nika." VERONICA: "I know." (She licks the blood off her fingers.) "So who gets to disappear?" /////////////////////////////// -Still editing!

۝ ͒This Time _ Hell Comes Home!۝ ͒

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