geonwoo, woojin, OC hana. Ha-na only tried to make ends meet. Her entire life, it felt all she did was fight for her life. Whether it was school, jobs, money, relationships, family, the battle never ended. However, it did get easier when her path crossed with her chosen family, and someone from her past she never thought she'd see again. Yet she still couldn't shake the thought that crossed her mind as she laid to rest every night. "What is the life we could've had?" #1 gunwoo

(kdrama) (Geon-woo x y/n) ------------------------ Y/n and Geon-woo had known each other for years, but time had pulled them apart. Life moved on, and their paths never crossed again-until one day. A new girl stepped into his boxing club, her presence stirring something deep in his memory. There was something about her-the way she moved, the way she carried herself. She felt familiar, yet just out of reach, like a name on the tip of his tongue. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had seen her before. ------------------------ ‼️IMPORTANT ‼️ This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, incidents, and dialogue are products of the author's imagination and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. I DON'T OWN BLOODHOUNDS ------------------------ Most impressive rankings #5 in box #2 in box #798 in fanficition #4 in woojin #573 in fanfiction #521 in fanfiction #436 in korea #13 in memories #27 in memories

𝕴n a mad world, only the mad are sane. KIM GEONWOO 𝘅 FEM!OC ✶ devil's heiress / bloodhounds 1&2 2026 / © xastraria

paint me a heaven of love with your bloodied mouth. daikichi karube x fem!oc alice in borderland

Academic Rivals to Lovers in a Boarding School ..... "You wanna know the really dumb meaning behind my name?" He muses and I walk ahead of him. "Nope." "Basically, it means the transporter of goods by cart or wagon, it's from an old french word I believe. You wanna know yours?" "You looked up mine?" I question, hiding the small smile on my face, because I'm mad at him or whatever. For... I don't know why but I'm mad at him because I am. Carter catches up to me, grinning to himself. "Emilia means rivals, it's derived from the root of some latin word. Isn't that strange?" That's just a coincidence, he's probably lying anyway. "Yeah, real peculiar." I reply. ..... #2 - onebedtrope 16/06/22 #1 - mila 16/06/22

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. -

What happens when a Mob Boss meets the woman ordered to kill him?

Dominic Romanov, a mafia boss who spends the night with a beautiful woman who leaves him wanting more than what he bargained for. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯. "𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘊𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯." 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. 𝘔𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 - 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵. 𝘐 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. "𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵."

𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 The billionaires daughter's dreams and fantasies of marrying for love crushed within a second as she finds herself helping her family and marrying for convenience. Helping her arranged husband get back with his ex, wasnt something she'd dream of. She'd always been warned not to fuel the fire, but maybe she 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙙 to fuel the wildest fires she encountered. 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢 Settling down with someone was never in his cards, especially after he got out of a 3 year relationship. Next thing he knows, he's being swindled in a marriage, he couldn't give one fuck about. Letting his arranged wife help him go back to a relationship he got scarred from, wasn't expected. A soul so tainted, in disguise. Perceived as a 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙣, but he's far from it. ᥫ᭡. 𝐃𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍; 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭.

Anastasia Mancini; everyone in the underworld knows her name, the Fiore Mortale. After her Grandfather murdered her parents, she was raised as his personal assassin, learning to kill without so much as a second thought. People fear her, men fall on their knees before her, her beauty transfixing them as they know the only time she'll visit is if it's the last face they'll ever see. Vincenzo De Santis; the Don of the Italian-French Mafia. After taking over leadership from his father, Vincenzo made a name for himself, becoming the most cruel and ruthless Don ever known, determined to create a legacy of fear and power. Both are set on killing the other, Anastasia on orders from her Grandfather, and Vincenzo driven by protecting his family. When the two lock eyes they're the first not to feel the shiver of dread crawl up their spine upon meeting the other, both consumed by a hatred. But what happens when they're forced to work together on a joint mission? Will their hate prevail? Or will fate somehow find a way? ---- I feel all hope vanish when I see a cruel smile make its way to his lips, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Say that again, Anastasia," he says, the way he says my name making my stomach drop. I bite my tongue and swallow my pride, sucking in a sharp breath, "I need your help," I rasp, my voice barely audible. He chuckles and leans against the doorframe, his eyes raking down my body. "Well then get on your knees and beg for my help."