[ONGOING+UPDATING REGULARLY] ~~~~~~~~ "Thinking about running again?" I murmured, my lips grazing the delicate shell of her ear, voice low and rough with hunger. She shivered, a soft tremble racing down her spine, but she didn't pull away. I turned her slowly to face me, tilting her chin up with two fingers until those wide, glossy eyes locked onto mine. "Don't bother, little thief." My plan is already in motion. By next month, no one will even remember the name Aerum... except me. Your aunt will be gone. Taehyung will be ruined. My father will step back. And you... I pressed her back against the tall window, the cool glass kissing her heated skin through the thin silk. With a slow, deliberate drag, I dropped to my knees before her, my hands sliding up her thighs, pushing the dress higher and higher until it bunched around her waist. She was bare underneath. Wet. Trembling. I looked up at her with dark, possessive eyes, my breath hot against her inner thigh. "...you'll be too busy coming on my tongue to think about anything else." ──────────────────── • Dark Romance + Thriller • He was born into obscene wealth a spoiled, untouchable heir, feared and dangerously bored. The entire mansion bent to his will. Everyone obeyed without question. Except her. She was only the maid. She moved through his halls like a secret he was never meant to uncover... and that was her undoing. What started as fleeting curiosity twisted into raw, consuming obsession. The more she tried to fade into the shadows, the more he craved her. She knew she shouldn't trust him. He knew he shouldn't want her this badly. But dark desires don't ask permission. Behind locked doors and whispered commands, their dangerous game grew hotter, filthier, impossible to stop. In a mansion dripping with secrets, loving him might be the most dangerous mistake she could ever make. And walking away? Impossible [ billionaire

𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ❝ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒚 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔 ❞ ❝ 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ❞ -𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡? -𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝘼𝙣 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣| 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 • • • • cover by - @hoeseokhaze on wattpad and @auroraxic on instagram

❝ You are not fucking cutting it! ❞ "I am." His eye brow cocked, not taking any of your threatening stares seriously. This jerk! "I love my vines of bougainvillea, you're not touching them." "Watch me." He smirked. A horrified gasp swished under your breath when he pulled out a knife. "I'll not let Bam fuck Asa!" Your teeth grit harder, throwing molten fire at his stupid, handsome face. The sentence was spat out from your mouth with much distaste and left behind acid. Petty. Juvenile. Evil. You hated him and that dumb twitch of his lips and ridiculously soft hair and the giant, broad chest and sexy-No! "It's so hot when you curse." "Well then, fuck you, asshole!" ••• ⟼ mature content. kids don't interact. 18+ content. ⟼ smuts, swearing, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, hostility, arousal through hate, kinky shit, etc.

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓: 𝙰 𝙻𝙴𝙶𝙰𝙲𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙽 𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ❝𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥.❞ He had everything-power, fear, blood, and silence. A man with nothing to lose, nothing left to feel. Until she came into his world... She, the only light he ever let near his darkness. She became his reason to fight, and his greatest fear to lose. Because even devils have something they can't afford to break. And for him, it was her. He was the kind of man no one dared to cross- but for her, he'd burn the empire he built, tear his bloodline apart, and ruin everything just to keep her safe. ⸙ "In a world like this, women like me never get a happy ending with a man like you." ~𝘈𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺𝘯 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘰 "Then don't ask for a happy ending, Heaven. Ask for me. And I'll make sure you never forget what it feels like to belong to the wrong man. If the world says you can't have me, I'll make sure the world doesn't exist long enough to stop you." ~𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 ⸙ 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧 -𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. Mature | Dark themes | Angst warning © StarLight_Quill | All right reserved

"Easy there, darling, don't strain that pretty little head," a voice, smooth as silk, sliced through my panicked thoughts. I whirled around, and there he was. Instinctively, I scrambled back, each step he took forward sending terror through me. His eyes, held a knowing glint, and the smirk playing on his lips was a cruel, infuriating taunt. "What are you doing here?" The question was weak, a pathetic attempt at defiance when my mind was screaming a thousand others. "Just checking on you, baby," he purred, his voice dripping with false concern. "You did black out last night, after I had you for dessert." Had me for dessert? "What?!" I shrieked, stumbling back. He hummed, a low, predatory sound. "Don't remember? Shame. We could always recreate the experience." Each word was a calculated blow to my sanity. . . . . . . Eunha was an aspiring doctor, living a quiet, structured life with nothing but routines, one loyal friend, and her grandmother, the only family she had left. Romance was a distant notion, limited to a harmless schoolgirl crush on her senior... a crush she abandoned the moment she sensed the danger behind his charm. What she didn't know was that she had caught his attention too. And unlike her, he never let go. From the shadows of her life, he watched. Waiting. Carefully weaving a web around her, thread by thread, until escape would no longer be an option. . . . . A woman who had bled every last drop of life from her soul, and a man who couldn't get enough of the wreck she'd become. What could possibly get worse? Everything. Every single thing. Jungkook x Eunha (or reader)

Walking away felt like its own kind of pain, and hope had long since lost its meaning. In the chill of the evening, every step weighed on me-bones aching, skin stinging, as if each movement tore something loose inside. My tears burned against the cold wind, searing rather than soothing. "Please," I whispered, the word slipping out like a fragile, fading prayer. "Do you want me to touch you like this, Daisy?" Each step drags, my feet heavy against the ground, every footprint feeling like I'm leaving a piece of myself behind-like my soul is slipping away with each one. My senses dull, my energy drains, until all that's left is a hollow, aching emptiness. But hasn't it been this way for the past three years without him? "Have anyone made you feel like this? Wet like this?" I don't know if I'll survive this time-but I'm still asking for one more chance. "Just one... and I'll make everything right." But why do I have to beg for it? Why am I the only one fighting? Why is it always on me to fix what's broken? "Do me Jungkook, p-please." Love-so simple, yet impossibly complicated. No matter what he's done, no matter the hurt or the distance, I'm still in love with him. And I want to fight for us one last time. I need to see how it ends, even if it breaks me. Just one final try. "With all the pleasure, Daisy." There's no point in hoping, is there? He isn't here. He isn't coming. So, there's no chance at a happy ending for me now... is there? The sun sinks lower, shadows stretching as night draws near. With a heavy heart, I force my feet forward, each step pulling me farther from the possibility of him-of us. I knew this from the start. I should have known better, should never have let myself fall for someone like Jungkook, someone who doesn't believe in love. NOTE: This book was completed in 2020 and is being rewritten this year. All Rights Reserved ©2026 ©narahkris #wattys2019

The cold grass pressed against my back, tangling in my hair as I gasped for air. My wrists throbbed under his grip, pinned so tightly to the ground I knew they'd bruise. His legs caged my waist, his body hovering inches above mine. There was no escape, and I knew it. My heart thundered in my chest, but I didn't fight. I couldn't. His dark smirk sent a shiver down my spine, his eyes burning with a mix of triumph and dangerous possession. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞," he murmured, his voice low and deadly. "𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝." I trembled beneath him as his grip on my chin forced me to meet his eyes. "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞." _________________________________ She is the sun, radiant and bright, illuminating the world with her warmth. He is the moon, dwelling in the shadows, loving the tranquility of the night. When they come together, it's an eclipse-an extraordinary moment where their worlds merge, creating a rare and beautiful harmony. _________________________________ ❛She's not just any nerd; she's my nerd, got it?❜ _________________________________ • Tropes • High School Sweethearts Opposites Attract Sunshine and Grump Steamy Romance Forbidden Love

They warned you about men like him. The kind that didn't knock, they kicked the door down. The kind whose name was whispered in alleyways and feared even behind closed doors. A man whose presence silenced rooms and whose gaze could leave bruises. Jeon Jungkook wasn't just powerful, he was power and he didn't chase, he commanded. He didn't ask, he took. And the city? It belonged to him long before you ever crossed his path. You had no business being in his world. But fate never cared for logic, it cared for impact, and the night you looked him in the eye and said "No", you set a monster on fire. He tried the easy way with money, with charm and presence. But you, with your defiant stare and soft, stubborn lips, weren't like the women who moaned his name behind closed doors and forgot it by morning, you resisted him. And that? That was your first mistake. He didn't fall in love, yet, of course. He fell into obsession, and obsession is never gentle. So he gave you a choice: marry him... or your family disappears from the face of the earth. You thought he was bluffing, until the locks clicked and your world shrank into the walls of his mansion, silk sheets and steel doors, until his name replaced yours in every corner of your life. But here's the thing about Jungkook. He never lied to you, he told you he wouldn't hurt you, and he didn't. He just owned you entirely. Heart, soul, body-claimed, caged, worshipped. You were the fire he could never hold without getting burned, but he held you anyway. Because monsters don't let go of what they love, they protect it and cage it. And when the world tries to take it away... They burn it all down.

Elara never belonged in Jeon Mansions. At 23, she was soft and unseen-until Jeon Jungkook noticed her. The cold-blooded king of the mafia empire, he was incapable of love, but her innocence ignited a hunger he couldn't control. Without warning or permission, he claimed her, pulling her into a world of obsession and danger she could neither escape nor understand. She drew in a shaky breath, her back pressed to the cold wall as if it could save her. "Please... don't do this." His shadow fell over her, stealing what little light remained. His voice was a low, dark promise. "It's too late, little dove. You were mine the moment I saw you." Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but defiance still burned in them. "You can't own me." He leaned in, close enough that she could feel the heat of him, the danger. "Watch me." Her fingers trembled as she tried to push him away, her voice raw. "What do you want from me?" His smile was slow, predatory, as if he were savoring the taste of her fear. "Everything." For a moment, silence stretched between them-heavy, suffocating. Then she spoke, her words a broken vow. "One day... I'll leave." He tilted his head, studying her as though she were something fragile he meant to break. "And I'll find you," he murmured, the words sealing her fate.