What if revenge isn't the answer, but the curse? In a world haunted by tragedy, Minghao seeks revenge for his sister's death, believing Kim Nabi to be the culprit. But as passion intertwines with secrets, he discovers a chilling truth that could shatter everything he thought he knew. "Without hesitation, he seized her, lifting her form from the ground with a forceful grip, and flung her against the wall. His body pressed against hers, an overwhelming sensation of pain engulfing her, and a whimper of pain escaped her lips. 'Do you know how I immediately realized it was you?' His voice, a dangerous whisper, as his gaze fixed on her lips. With a deliberate slowness, his hand trailed down, fingers grazing her side until they settled on the spot where the butterfly tattoo adorned her skin. 'This,' he continued, his eyes locking onto hers, 'this tattoo confirmed my suspicion.' The intensity of his gaze bore into her. 'But now that I look at you more carefully,' he began, his gaze lingering on her body. 'Where are the scars on your thighs?' His inquiry cut through the tension. His fingers danced along the fabric of her dress, a mockery in his touch. 'Are they conveniently hidden beneath this short dress?' His voice dripped with skepticism, a bitter amusement that twisted the knife deeper. 'Oh, no..I'm wrong,' he remarked, his gaze scrutinizing her more closely. 'It seems that they are still visible, but made more difficult to detect due to the stockings.' Nabi's heart pounded in her chest, her sense of dignity unraveling with every word. In a swift motion, Minghao forcefully tore the stockings off one of her legs, exposing the scars that marred her skin. The room echoed with Nabi's cries, her voice a symphony of pain and fear, resonating through the air like a haunting melody. ⚠️ 🏆 #1 in seventeen #1 in svt #1 in scoups #1 in minghao #1 in hoshi #1 in vernon #1 in seungcheol

I am looking for answers and my own soul badly needs a saving. Yet how can I find them when I killed someone who has bounded to me more than blood, someone whom I share my aspirations with, both soul and flesh? He was more than just a brother. He was more than just my bestfriend. He was me - the other me. But I killed him. How on earth will I pay for my ugly sin?

Like an enigma, her mind is an empty incomplete mess. Lee Jae Kyung wants to unveil the memories her brain had been hiding from her. Eager to chase out the kind of life her brain had shut down; she journeyed to look for them. Starting with a man with a name clearly plastered on her brain. Yoon Jeonghan. But what if it's the unpleasant truth that she found? Will she stay and face it? Or will she run away and hide from it?

For every step she took toward freedom, he held the chain just a little tighter. "Without hesitation, his other hand slipped inside her shirt, a single finger pressing against her lower stomach, causing her to gasp in surprise, catching her off guard. 'You're not particularly obedient, are you?' he inquired, his face drawing even closer to hers. 'Imagine my finger as a gun, pressing against your delicate skin. Would you want me to pull the trigger?' he continued, her heart racing as she feared he might hear its rapid beat. Caught off guard, she found herself unable to utter a word. His intense, dark eyes left her on the verge of tears. Every aspect of him felt overwhelmingly intense. Pressing his finger a little harder into her skin, she took a deep breath, sensing him already aware of it. 'What happened? I thought you said you speak as you please,' he mocked her. 'Don't touch me,' she finally mustered the courage to speak. Instead of releasing her, he pressed even harder, causing her to hold her breath. 'You're scared. Scared of me. And yet, you have the audacity to speak back. Weren't you taught to stay silent when someone tells you to?' he tilted his head, relishing the conflict between the fear evident in her face and the defiance in her words. 'And who are you to silence me?' she spat back, refusing to back down. In that moment, he pressed his finger even harder against her skin, eliciting a slight hiss from her at the increased pressure. 'You'll find out soon. Better start praying,' he hissed, his voice low but laced with danger. 'Don't even think about messing with my anger-I'll fucking ruin you. So keep your pretty mouth shut and listen if you know what's good for you.' 'Or else,' he mumbled, his nose almost touching hers, feeling her hold her breath. 'Bang,' he continued, mimicking a gunshot with his finger on her skin, causing her to flinch slightly." ⚠️

Clandestine. Lies. Taradiddle. In which Choi Seungcheol came back, after 4 years of unknown disappearance. Bolder, stronger and menacing. Taerin Dominique Kim. The only heiress is bound to marry to a man she never once met. With walls high up and a stone-cold heart. Can he break down her walls and soften her heart as he walks back into her life, as if he still own her the way he used to?

Falling for him was as dangerous as the races he ruled. "Wonwoo hummed thoughtfully. 'You're quite young. Be cautious around men from Seoul. They have a way of deceiving,' he cautioned, his gaze lingering on her for a moment as the car came to a stop at a red light. 'And what about you?' she asked bluntly, regretting her words almost immediately after they left her lips. Wonwoo glanced at her, his expression unreadable for a moment before a light chuckle escaped his lips. The sound was low and melodic, mixing with the soft hum of the engine. He licked his lips, a subtle gesture that drew Yuna's attention. 'Me?' he repeated, his voice smooth. 'I don't mess with good girls,' he replied casually, his gaze meeting hers briefly before returning to the road ahead." His life was a race, and she was just another prize to claim.