DUKE JEON OF SILVERMERE ✧ ─────── ✧ ─────── ✧ The mattress dips beneath his weight. Rieun lies beneath him, white lace spilling across dark sheets, her breath shallow, fragile as if even the air might betray her. He hovers above her, bare chest rising and falling, close enough to consume, yet distant enough to unsettle. One hand braces beside her head, caging her in. The other lingers at her waist, not gentle, not cruel-simply there. Claiming space. Claiming her. He lowers himself slowly, deliberately, until his lips ghost the curve of her neck. Her pulse flutters wildly beneath his mouth. But it is not desire that trembles through her. It is restraint. It reaches him a second too late-the sound. Soft. Broken. Almost swallowed whole. "Please..." Barely a whisper. "Don't... I can't-" His jaw tightens. His grip at her wrist firms-not harsh, not kind-just enough to still her, as if silencing not her voice, but the truth behind it. "Shhh..." he murmurs, low and unyielding. "Endure it." That is all the Duke of Silvermere offers his bride. No comfort. No patience. No mercy. ✧ ─────── ✧ ─────── ✧ Jeon Jungkook is a man feared for his temper and known for his control-a man who craves intensity, not tenderness. And then there is her. Rieun-his accidental duchess. A girl untouched not just in body, but bound by a fear she cannot escape. Where he desires, she trembles. Where he reaches, she trembles. He was never meant to be gentle. She was never meant to endure him. Yet bound by a marriage neither of them chose, they are forced into a world where silence replaces touch, and distance cuts deeper than any closeness. And somewhere between desire and dread, They begin to unravel. A marriage of convenience. A war of desire and fear. And a love that may ruin them both.

You are wounded and broken. Laughing at scars was your habit, but tending your wounds was his speciality. Some may call Jeon Jungkook a perfect man to exist, but you knew your husband better than that; if you were his Bonnie, he is your Clyde. Psycho, maniac, insane. World called you many names, but your husband calls you his wife and stands beside you when no one dares. Jungkook is your possession, your medicine. The world may have rejected a bitch like you, but it takes only one person to snatch the monster out of you. . . . ⤷Jungkook x Reader ⤷Personality disorder AU, Established relationship, Romance, Angst & HEA

"Don't call me Sleeping Beauty." "Then what should I call you, Little Rose?" The world she returns to is no longer the same. Too fragile, too innocent, too breakable. He sees her as the girl she once was, not the woman she's become. She wants him, she craves him, but he's determined to keep her far from the darkness that consumes him. Yet, the more he pushes her away, the more the space between them hums with a hunger neither can escape. How long before resistance turns to ruin? . . . ⤷Yoongi x Suah ⤷Taehyung x Reader (This is a spin-off to The Other Woman) ⤷Grumpy x Sunshine, Forced Proxomity, Unrequited Love, Angst & HEA

Lovers face challenges until they're together, what do haters face? Love. She had a killer, abusive dad, he was a killer himself. The hating game between the two cousins, Lee y/n, and jeon Jungkook, who aren't cousins by blood turns into a love story soon but the real climax starts once she's pregnant and they're together. "J-jungkook?" She moved towards the ashes trying to find his body anywhere. "This wasn't how our goodbye was supposed to be!" She faints as he saves her from the shot of his own bestfriend. Her screams echo in the room. "Prepare for the labour" the baby is going to be born premature? Will he survive? "Jeongcheol" he whispers his baby's name being unconscious even before he knows it's born. "He's gone into coma" her breaths stuck in her throat and her cries filled the room. "I'm going to be a victor from a victim" she smiles before going to provide milk for her baby in the nursery. "I've seen miracles happen to very less people, I'm glad you're one of them" she dips her head in respect and happiness. "The revenge is taking place and no one is going to stop me!" Women fit only into two roles, Victim or Villain. She sat Infront of him who tried to take away her boys from her. "Who's at mercy now kitten?" Blood poured out of his nose as he looked up. "M-me" "And for what?" "For disrespecting and underestimating you" he cried for his life. "I will tell them what it's like to be the daughter of a killer"

" She is my wife, stay away from her!" " Keep trying she will remain mine. " " Show me your scars, I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn't there. " " You will find someone better, by leaving the best? " I wrote poems inside her with my fingers. Our story began with her screams and ended with her soul on my lips. jungkook * reader. It's a dark romance story. Use of abusive languages, mature things and obviously 21+ things. Please don't read if you are uncomfortable.... but I know everyone is comfortable with it.... make sure to read this story. it will be lit and sure it would send shivers to your spine. 🤭 Enjoy!!!! 🥇# 1 in romancefanfiction 🥇# 1 in maturethemes

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ❛ WANT TO BREAK HER BUT SHE WAS UNBREAKABLE ❜ ━ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨-𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮.❜ 18+| contains mature and triggering content. ©𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑_𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐅𝐒

❝𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝖶𝖠𝖲 𝖭𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖱 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖯𝖫𝖠𝖭. 𝖲𝖴𝖱𝖵𝖨𝖵𝖠𝖫 𝖶𝖠𝖲.❞ - 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮- 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥- 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦... 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. ©starrtales07

"Not my first, but surely my forever always." *[Contains mature and triggering content]* *[Contains some 21+ content]* ©ABIENCEX

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.