She leaned in just enough for him to feel the warmth of her breath despite the cold steel between them. "Say it, Taehyung," she whispered, her voice low, dangerous. "Are you mine... or do I put you down here?" The weight of the question wasn't in the words-it was in the way her eyes dared him to call her bluff. She wanted his answer, but more than that, she wanted to see if he would flinch, if he would betray the chaos burning inside him. Taehyung's jaw tightened. His gun didn't move, but his heart slammed against his ribs, every beat loud enough in his ears to drown the sirens still screaming in the distance. He should've felt fear. Instead, he felt alive. Her venom was intoxicating, her challenge a drug. He let out a sharp laugh-too quiet, too bitter. "You think you can end me, Aera?" His voice was gravel, lined with adrenaline. His finger pressed the trigger just enough for her to feel the intent. "No one decides my fate. Not even you." For a second, neither of them moved. Just two guns, two shadows, and a thousand unsaid things burning between them. Then-Aera tilted her head, her smirk curling, soft yet lethal. Her gun pressed harder against his skin, but her eyes softened in a way no one else would've noticed. "Then prove it," she murmured.

❝𝙄'𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙞𝙛 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚.❞ "Now back off, or I'll pinch something you won't like." My gaze drops, challenging him. He lets out a sharp breath, still holding on and not moving an inch. "Then do it," tilting his head, his lips curved into a smirk. ❝ And I'll make you open that mouth and let me in like a good girl. ❞ Who would like a horny man that couldn't even keep his perverted thoughts inside his pants? ||P.JM FANFICTION|

She was trained to destroy him. He was born to ruin her. A marriage signed in blood. A love born from hatred. And a war no one saw coming. Liora Larsen was raised behind cold walls and colder lies sculpted into a weapon by her father to infiltrate, seduce, and ultimately destroy the Jeon empire from the inside. Her mission: marry Jeon Jungkook, the most feared mafia king in Seoul... and dismantle his world piece by piece. But Jungkook is not just a criminal. He's a devil in a suit. Ruthless. Brilliant. Unforgiving. And the moment she becomes his wife, she learns one brutal truth This marriage isn't to stop a war. It's to start one. What begins as a power play turns into a dangerous obsession. Secrets are traded like bullets. Desire becomes the most fatal weapon of all. And when the lines between love and hate blur into blood, they'll have to ask themselves the one question neither is ready to face: What if your worst enemy is the only person who ever truly saw you? ⚠️ Trigger Warnings: This story contains mature content including violence, emotional manipulation, trauma, obsessive behavior, and morally grey characters. Reader discretion is advised. S T A R T E D O N : 17th MAY

"I swear I'll kill you-" Jungkook cuts in smoothly, "And I swear I'll kiss you." He bites his lower lip, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and in one swift motion, pulls her toward himself. The next second, she feels her back hit the mattress. Her wrists are pinned beneath his strong hands as he hovers over her, his presence overwhelming. For the first time, she admits-she feels small. Her delicate frame fits perfectly beneath his, as if it was meant to be there. A smirk tugs at his lips as he looks down at her struggling beneath him. She writhes beneath his grip, trying her best to break free, but he only tightens his hold, pinning her wrists firmly above her head. "Let go of me!" she shouts, her voice fierce, her eyes burning with defiance. Their gazes lock-intense, unyielding. But as she stares into his eyes, something shifts. Her heartbeat begins to race, faster and faster. He leans in, his voice grazing her cheek like a whisper, "I didn't hold you to let you go." His lips trace from her cheek to her ear, his breath hot and teasing against her skin. In a hoarse whisper that makes her shiver, he murmurs, "My Jasmine~" ____ The night killer in Seoul was always a case that gives headache to all the officers but finally, none other than Officer Scarlet accepts this challenge and starts investigating the case, thinking she'll catch him but the story takes a big turn and she ends up forced to live under the same roof with him. The person she wanted to kill was the person she wanted to protect the most afterward.

Some men fall in love. He fell into sujood. Aamira Mehazain came to Geneva to study and focus on her Deen, not to be seen, not to be followed, and certainly not to be chosen. But from the moment she steps through the marble gates of Al Noor Institute, someone is already watching. Not a student. Not just a TA. But Azaan Ulric Khayr, billionaire, founder, and a man of impossible restraint. He never speaks to her, only files a nikah proposal with her father, vowing: "I didn't come to win her heart. I came to ask if I'm allowed to try." While Aamira is just trying to survive midterms, Azaan has already decided she's his qadr. And when faith, fear, and feeling collide, how do you protect a heart written in nikah from the man who has been praying for you long before he ever knew your name?

"Shut up! Shut. Up!" He threw his fist on the door after shouting each word while I stood there with my eyes closed, holding my chest as my heart was hammering and my throat was dry. I was feeling like throwing up while my stomach churned up almost instantly. "I didn't kill Mr. Lee! I didn't kill your father. Damn it!" He shouted at the top of his lungs as I opened my glistened eyes which met his ruddy ones while a lone tear escaped my left eye. I could feel the hot water gushing down my cheek to my jaw as my blurry vision got clear while I blinked. I watched him tracing my tear down my jaw with his cocoa orbs and then looking back in my orbs while his once glower eyes turned bathetic just in a jiff. Wiping off the moisture from my cheeks, I looked back into his eyes, "My father is not with me because of you. You were the reason for his death." I poked his chest with my index finger while I could feel claustrophobic around him. His aura was making it difficult for me to breathe in this dingy room. "You. Are. A. Murderer." I said with my heavy breathing while he glided near me, making my already uneven breath hitch as the back of my head hit the door, "You will regret saying this one day." I breathed out against his visage while he propped his other hand beside my head, caging me, "F*cking tell me why did you call me here?" I said, gazing back into his dark and magnificent orbs. His breath brushed my visage while I could smell his lavender cologne, prior he retreated away from me as I took in a long breath. Turning around again, facing his back at me, I heard him say, "Marry me." #1- bookcovers #1- challenge #1- stories #3- writer #28- jkjk #1- covers #3- book #1- details #1- imagines

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