[LISTEN. TAEKOOK IS REAL.] when two families collides and marry the party all day freak with a tea party with Mr. dino --- "Is it a game?" Taehyung asked, his eyes fluttering. "I like games. Is it like hide and seek? But you already found me." "It's not hide and seek," Jungkook said, his hands sliding up, the silk of the dress bunching in his palms as he pushed it toward Taehyung's hips. "It's a lesson. And I'm going to be very, very thorough." "The dress is coming up," Taehyung noted, his voice rising in pitch. --- -taekook -topkook -bottomtae -fluffy -femboy -cold×soft WARNING - ITS JUST A FAN FICTION STORY AND THE CHARACTERS DOESN'T RELATED ANYTHING TO REAL LIFE.

In a world where immortality has drained all color from existence, Jeon Jungkook is feared as a powerful vampire CEO who has lived for 999 years. Cold, untouchable, and trapped in a black-and-white life of endless wealth and solitude. He believes nothing can stir his long-dead heart. But everything changes the night he hears the fragile cry of an abandoned omega pup in a dark alley. Wrapped in white cloth and trembling with innocence, the mysterious little one awakens something Jungkook thought he had lost forever. From that moment on, the ruthless vampire devotes all his strength, love, and immortal will to protecting the unknown pup, turning his eternal darkness into a life filled with warmth, purpose, and the colors of unconditional love. (I'm not good with description) • Omega taehyung • Vampire kook • Vottom • No angst • fluff fluffy fluff!!! • whipped top • taekook (main ship) • slice of life --- Ranks 🏅 #1 sliceoflife out of 56.2k stories ➛ 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞. 🚫𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗣𝗜𝗖𝗦 𝗢𝗥 𝗚𝗜𝗙𝗦 𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗜𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘!!! ➛ 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆. 🚫 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭

🖤 The Devil's Heir Taekook | Dark Romance | Mafia | Obsession | 45 Chapters "Be mine for a hundred days, and I'll give you everything you lost. Refuse... and I'll ruin you." Kim Taehyung is a top law student with a haunted past, struggling to survive in a world built for the rich and ruthless. Jeon Jungkook is the heir to the most feared crime empire in South Korea - cruel, cold, and impossibly powerful. When Taehyung crosses Jungkook in court, he becomes a target. But instead of destroying him, Jungkook offers a deal: 100 days of complete submission in exchange for protection, power, and the truth about Taehyung's past. What starts as a contract quickly spirals into obsession. Jungkook is possessive, calculating, and dangerously addictive. Taehyung is defiant, broken, and exactly the kind of fire Jungkook craves. Secrets bleed. Lust burns. And when love dares to bloom in a garden of lies, someone has to bleed for it. 💔 "You hate me?" 💀 "No. I crave you. That's worse."

"He was the city's most dangerous billionaire heir a heart of ice hidden behind smoke and a leather jacket. She was the gentle soul who looked at him and didn't see a bad boy, but a man worth loving. In a world of cold power and family rivalries, Jeon Jungkook found the one thing his money couldn't buy: the soft, healing heart of Kim Taehyung". ( A SHORT TAEKOOK FF )

BL story ha haryanvi🫣 > Rana: "Tu soch le Chaudhary, yah zameen Shekhawaton ki hai. Tere baap ki kursi ab purani ho li, aur tu... tu bas uske naam ka sahara le rha hai." (Think twice, Chaudhary. This land belongs to the Shekhawats. Your father's chair is old now - and you're just hiding under his name.) Devraj didn't flinch - just that faint smirk playing on his lips. > Devraj: "Naam purana sahi, par izzat aaj bhi naye note jaise chamak rahi hai, Rana. Aur kursi ke neeche sab jhukte hain... chahe Shekhawat ho ya Sher." (The name may be old, Rana, but the respect still shines like new money. And under the chair of power, everyone bows - whether a Shekhawat or a lion.) A short silence. But the way they looked at each other - it wasn't just rivalry. It was something darker... heavier... almost magnetic. Rana took a slow step forward, his eyes burning through Devraj's calm. > Rana: "Tere jese log vote se chalenge, main to jazbaat se chalta hu. Aur jab dil me aag lag jaave na, to kursi bhi jhukh jati hai." (Men like you run on votes, I run on emotions. And when the fire burns in my heart, even the throne bows down.) Devraj leaned in just enough - enough for the air between them to turn dangerous. > Devraj: "Bas farq itna hai, Rana - tu aag se khelta hai... aur main aag ko apne liye nachata hu." (The only difference, Rana - you play with fire... I make fire dance for me.) Their shoulders brushed as Rana passed by, eyes still locked - a silent promise, a war waiting to explode. Politics was never this personal before. But now... it was. Because under the Power, lay something far stronger - Pyaar.

'𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚' After crossing the first phase of love, they now stand at the edge of a new journey-one that will test their hearts and devotion in ways they never imagined. "Like the moon awaits the sun after a long night, her heart held onto his light through every shadow and silence."

"What makes ya think you're just my toy?" "You don't care about me, you've said it before." Joker x Reader Foul language, trigger warning. Jared Leto -> Joker.

[Book 1 of series Obsession] 28 Dec:- Top 3 in Top 10 in India 28 Dec:- Top 2 in India This story is STRICTLY 18+ It will contain more of adult content. READ AT YOU OWN RISK TROPES enemies with benefits Family rival Academic rivals Baddie FL x Baddie ML Hater to lovers She fell first but he fell harder Possessive ML x Possessive FL Touch her and die Touch him and face the consequences

❝𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞ A hundred concubines lived in Emperor Sylvos' inner court - the heart of his thorned fortress. With a cruel ranking system, only favored concubines had the honor of meeting with His Majesty. And only the woman able to bear him a child could become empress. Raine Stjorme had climbed the ranks to the top. And after praying each night, she was finally with child. Yet all this was rewarded with the cruelest of fates. Murdered by the man she loved, Raine cursed Emperor Sylvos with her dying breath. She cursed his whole court as they snickered at her final moments. And her curse had taken root. Now, Raine awakens three years before her destined death, on the fateful day she first encounters the emperor. Armed with this second chance, she vows to make him fall - and to bring his empire down with him. But when faced with the tyrant who claimed her heart, could she still follow through? ✦✦✦ 𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎 𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙇𝙐𝘿𝙀𝘿: -𝙀𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 -𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 -𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙮 -𝘼𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 -𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 -𝙑𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 -𝘽𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙁𝙈𝘾 -𝙈𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨

🩸 YAKUZA'S DIRGE- "A dirge is a funeral hymn, and his love was a slow, brutal mourning-not for her death, but her freedom." "Do you know why I keep you locked up?" Her breath hitched. Her fingers curled against his chest - hesitantly, reverently - and oh god. The feel of him. Hard. Unforgiving. A wall of heat under her trembling hands. His chest was broad, every muscle taut beneath the thin shirt, his pecs shifting as he breathed - not shallowly, but deeply. Controlled. His teeth grazed her cheek. A bite. Gentle. Carnal. Her lips parted. A broken breath fell from her. Then a whisper - from him. "Hmm?" She shook her head. Too slow. Too dazed. His hand slipped lower, finally, cupping her waist - his palm large enough to cage her, thumb brushing just beneath the curve of her ribs while his other arm remained hooked around her back. Not pinning. Holding. Pulling. She was caged. Held flush to him. Nothing between them but her open robe and his clothed chest. But even then, the heat bled through. He bent again - lower this time. His lips kissed the corner of her jaw. Not sweetly. Possessively. Then he whispered something so sinful, so deliberate, it felt like it was made of oil and ash and honey: "Because if even one man saw you like this... he'd forget his god. He'd fuck his name out of your mouth and never ask if you were promised." Her thighs trembled. Her hand fisted in the fabric at his chest - not to resist. To survive the feeling. He dragged his lips to her jaw again. Her ear. He didn't press them to her skin. He simply hovered. Teased. Waited. She could barely breathe. Her body shook in his hands, her inner thighs slick with her own arousal, every nerve burning like she was being readied for slaughter. Then-her voice. Small. Too soft for anyone else to hear. But he was not anyone. "...But I already attracted the worst kind." His head stilled. Eyes lowered to her again. She swallowed. Then added-"Didn't I?"