"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢." *** She grew up learning that love hurts. A scar above her eyebrow... a childhood filled with fear... a mother she lost too soon. Now, with only one week to arrange 25 lakhs, she's forced into a world she never wanted- and into a marriage with a man who looks at her like she's already his. But some stories aren't about falling in love... they're about surviving it. And sometimes... you don't realize which one you're doing until it's too late. _____________ ______ Read the story to know more.

𝘼 𝙈𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙖 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚. ❝ 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙃𝙚 𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝘾𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙤 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙊𝙛 𝙃𝙞𝙢 ❞ General : Dark romance book.

GOLDEN SERIES → SEASON 1 "Some headlines make noise. This one changes lives." → JEON JUNGKOOK. Mysterious. Ruthless. Untouchable. Police Officer The man who rules in silence and watches Alessia too closely for comfort. → ALESSIA AURELIA Bold, relentless, and dangerously curious. A fast-talking journalist with ink in her veins and fire in her soul. She chases stories the world buries. Until one lead pulls her into the shadows. A case gone cold. A city filled with secrets. And at the center of it all What begins as a chase for truth spirals into a game of power, betrayal, and a case no one dares speak of: The Golden Orchid. Twisted fates. Hidden pasts. And a bond that burns in the silence between headlines. Welcome to Season 1 where every chapter pulls you deeper, and every truth comes at a cost.

In the relentless world of idols and dreams, three lives interwine in a whirlwind of ambition, heartbreak, and desires. Kim Sora, a struggling trainee with a fractured past, finds herself entangled with BTS's Jungkook, whose intensity borders on obsession, and the warm, Kim Taehyung, whose kindness feels like a lifeline. Will Sora carve her own path, or will she lose herself in the shadows of the idols she admires? Dive into a story of passion, pain, and the price of chasing impossible dreams. | SMUT | STALKING | OBESSIVENESS | DOMINANCE | JEALOUSY | LIES |

~ a collection of 97 jeon's DARK imagines ! ' grab your hobi water while reading this oneshots 🐈‍⬛ • ⚠️ I don't support & glorify any kind of force, assault, black flag behaviour & twisted male or female characters. My work is strictly a FICTION so do not take it seriously. ENJOY 🫶🏻 © : Gukdemonic

❝Love doesn't have any relationship! It's just love, only love!❞ Tropes: Slow Burn Contract Romance Second Marriage Pregnancy Forced Proximity Forbidden Love He fell first & harder

Genre : Psychological Thriller "Who the f*ck are you". He yelled and a sense of dread washed over her as Taehyung rose slowly gripping a heavy metal axe while staring at the couple in front him. Fear gripped her heart as he instilled terror in every soul present there. Taehyung climbed three stairs and his footsteps echoed in the silent hall. He stood in front of the man who was shorter than him but was hiding the woman behind him holding her hand behind his back. Taehyung loomed over him as his stature towered them, casting a shadow of intimidation. His eyes were chillingly intense, holding a darkness that was unfathomable. Even though the man was trying to intimidate Taehyung, Taehyung's scary demeanor and the axe in his hand was making him sweat. Taehyung blinked slowly looking down at the man who clenched his jaw while fear was noticeable in his tensed form. Taehyung smirked slightly and trailed his eyes back to her, fixating on her trembling form while silent tears streamed down her face, she was unable to meet his gaze but ground slipped under her feet as those sinister words slipped out of his mouth in a calm tone. "I told you, I'll slit apart who will try to take you away from me........My love" _______________________________________ ll Book 2 of Ephialtes ll viewers discretion advised ©️ : ficneont ⚠️ warning : Not suitable for sensitive readers due to disturbing concept. Content : violence, blood, torture, mental illness, love, romance, abuse, trauma, drugs, strong language, explicit scenes

|| ᴅᴏᴍ-sᴜʙ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ || "𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒅" _ "𝑺𝑨𝒀 𝑰𝑻 " "𝑰'𝑳𝑳 𝑩𝑬 𝑨 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳" "𝑾𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳?" "𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝑫𝑫𝒀" _ Jungkook offers his newly joined beautiful personal secretary 'park jihyun' to be in an errotic relationship. What will happen if she agree? Will she say 𝐘𝐄𝐒 / no.. ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ 🤍 ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ ғғ || 18 + || NOTE :- jihyun in my story is a beautiful Korean-ish girl... But you can imagine her as you want... An errotic romance.......

"she's the drug, i am talking about." "She makes me high, with her scent" "She makes me addicted, with her body" "She ruins me, with herself" "She's more addicting, than cocaine" ❥⁠❥⁠❥ "Where's it?" He said calmly despite the anger which is hidden inside him which is about to brust out in my next answer but I stayed quiet. "I ASKED WHERE'S THE FUCKING POWDER ISUEL?" As expected i flinched. He always make me weak in the knees, and he knows his effect. Theres something in him that always makes me feel like he is in control of me. But I dint give up. He need to know I din't sign up to be his personal Therapist just to get scared and back off. "You don't need them" I closed my eyes knowing verry well what's coming next. His anger is something which no one can controll especially when he is longing for that white powder. " you're right, I don't need them, get on your knees cuz I need you" Saying this he started unbuckling his belt... ••• Jeon jungkook × choi Isuel Drug addict mafia × therapist. Au Dark romance. ••• Note :- pls imagine Isuel the way you want. Here in this story I imagined her as a Korean fragile and beautifull woman. Feel free to imagine her the way you guys want. Also note that jungkook is so dominant in this chapter and y/n is sub. But that doesn't mean y/n is a fragile girl who doesn't speak up for herself. Read the story for more info. ••• All rights reserved ©

I was mercilessly slammed against the wall as his hask-manly aroma reached my senses. It still makes me weak, but a loud bang on the wall next to my ear quickly shifted my perception. My body shivered in horror as my frightened gaze looked up in his direction, and his darker orbs sneered at me with hatred, making me angry as well. "What do you want?" I stammered as he leaned closer when I opened my mouth to speak. As I attempted to look away from his lurking gaze, a big knot formed in my throat. "What were you doing with him alone?" His heavy voice rang out between his teeth as he engulfed them. I glup when my gaze fall on his neck. My entire body shivered as I focused on the vein bulging from his neck. "That's not your concern," I said impassively. In front of him, all of my remaining courage was worthless. I heard him scowl, but his demeanor remained unchanged; his body screamed wrath. " How? Explain to me, my favorite little toy, how this isn't my problem; aren't you my wife?" His tone changed abruptly from icy to terrifying as he leaned close to my face and pushed his knuckles hard across the side of my cheek. It stung my cheek. I turned my face away abruptly. Tears well up in my eyes at the thought of his words. Yes, it is who I am. He named his toy after his wife. His plaything and bed warmer. His own whore.