"𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲... 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟#𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞-𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲!" • • • • (𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤-𝟐) 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞|| 𝐉𝐉𝐊 • • 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𝟏 𝐅𝐞𝐛 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 • • 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 🔞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝.

"𝘼 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩" . . . Note:- i don't own any pictures used in a story.

"Honey... now what did I say about disobeying me?" His voice was quiet, low and cold, slicing through the silence like a blade. She flinched before he even moved. Chains rattled above her as she struggled to back away. Her eyes, swollen and red, met his-not with defiance, but pure terror. He walked toward her slowly, savoring her panic. She looked so fragile. Breakable. Just the way he liked her. "P-Please..." she whispered. "I didn't mean to-" He silenced her with a finger to her lips. "Shh." Tilting her chin up, he forced her to meet his eyes. His touch was almost tender, but she knew better. Behind it hid a monster who toyed with his prey before breaking them. "You don't speak unless I allow it," he murmured. "And you don't beg-unless it's for me." A tear slid down her cheek. He wiped it away slowly, then smiled-darkly. "I could be kind," he said. "I could give you everything. But you'd rather test me. Run. Cry. Scream. Thinking someone will save you." He laughed softly. "No one's coming. You're mine now. Mine to hurt, own... destroy." She trembled, shrinking into the corner. And he adored it. Her fear. Her weakness. "You'll learn to love the pain, sweetheart," he whispered. "Because I'll teach you. Again and again... until all you know is my name on your lips, begging for mercy I'll never give." He stepped back, watching her sob-beautiful even in ruin. Untouched. Pure. A canvas he'd stain with obsession and darkness. And no matter how loud she screamed... No one would hear her. --- ⚠️ This story contains dark themes, emotional manipulation, and disturbing content. Read at your own risk.

Followed by a tragic family history, a sweet, decent girl who has never seen the outside world becomes Obsession of a Virille Mafia, whose actions speak louder than words. He whispered in her ear, fingers still tightly wrapped around her hair sending excruciating pain to her scalp while she cried. "I don't know what is it, but you do things to me...lovely dark things." _________________________🔥________________________ © All rights reserved by JK_imprints. ⚠️This story comes under mature content and is a dark romance including questionable consent and toxic behaviour ⚠️

🚫It's mentally disturbing story, I suggest you to proceed further with caution. 🚫Read authors note and trigger warnings before starting the book.

[ONGOING- UPDATING REGULARLY] ─── DARK ROMANCE 21+ "Remember, my pet, I may have protected you from him but no one can protect you from me. I'll kiss you shameless and fuck you breathless. Now, get on your knees." Y/N is a young 21 years old bride to an almost 50 years old mafia king. The old mafia is ruthless, Cruel and abusive. She was sold to him and was under the cruel vicinity of the old man. Jeon Jungkook was 29 years old son of the first wife of the mafia king. With poor terms of relation between him and his father, he decided to live off alone and not come back to their headquarter in Korea until his father was ready to hand him over the leadership of the mafia clan. But what will happen when Jungkook starts getting attracted towards Y/N, who was technically his step mom? After knowing what his father does to his delicate love, Jungkook has no choice other than to kidnap Y/N. And take her to his private island. Will he be able to protect his love? Or will he push her into a deeper black hole?

[COMPLETED] "I'm going to fuck you so hard, my peach, you won't even remember your own name." ❪ A darkcollege romance Erotica. #1 in Mr. Series❫ Trope of the book: Opposites attract. The reddest flag you've heard of. I didn't know I'll ever come across someone who's this toxic but is so intriguing that I'll be the moth drawn to flame. And now he's behind me, obsessed with me because he's my first. He wants me all for himself like I belong to him. He's an enigma and the baddest news ever, the type of guy your parents tell you to stay away from. Even if my mind tells me to run away from him, my body crawls back to him. Jeon Jungkook is someone who has no weakness, except the only girl who happened to be his one night stand after his boxing match- Kim Hana.

"So that's what you do huh? Make out with me and then leave like it wasn't a big deal" he said stepping closer. I stepped back and soon my back touched the wall indicating I have no where to run now. "I'll make you pay for insulting me like that and this time I won't let you run away ... cuz this time you won't even be able to walk..." He bites my ear lobe sending a shiver down my spine. [ Book contains strong language,mature scenes and some triggering scenes so please be warned ] *started ..Nov 30 2017 *Ended- July 1 2018

. "Strip" Her breath snapped. "What?" she whispered, stepping back until her spine hit the wall. "Take it off," he repeated, tone unchanging. A command, not a request. "I gave you the chance to dress willingly. You refused." . Crawl to me he said with his dark voice . In order to exact revenge, he imprisons her. . He didn't kill her that night. He could have easily. Instead, he took her. Not as a prisoner. Not as a lover. Something in between. Something much worse. "I don't need your forgiveness," he told her once, voice quiet but sharp as glass. "I just need your obedience."

✔️ COMPLETED VIEWER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. His name alone could end wars. JEON JUNGKOOK. A name that echoed in blood-soaked alleys and gold-laced corridors alike. The mere whisper of "Jeon" sent shivers down the spine of politicians, tycoons, and criminals alike. His enemies prayed not to see him; his allies prayed he wouldn't forget them. He isn't just the most powerful mafia in the country - he is power. He didn't order killings - he performed them. He didn't forgive - he forgot you ever existed. And when he snapped, cities burned. No court dared touch him. No woman could own him. No law could bind him. BECAUSE HE IS THE LAW. She was soft - too soft for his hands. Too gentle for his gaze. Too kind for his world. But he wanted her. No... he needed her. Y/N was everything Jeon Jungkook had never known he was missing. A college girl with eyes like prayer and a heart that forgave before it judged. She waved at children, fed stray cats, smiled at elders, and bowed at strangers. Her world was painted in light. He was dipped in blood. He saw her once, and never again was the same. Jungkook kept her. Like a secret. Like a possession. Like his last breath. She gave him peace, a strange stillness he didn't understand but refused to lose. She didn't argue. She listened. She stayed. She asked him one night in a quiet whisper, "Do you love me, Jungkook?" He smiled, eyes dark, brushing her cheek with fingers that had pulled triggers. "I'll stab you in your heart and kiss you while you're bleeding from your mouth, my precious. If this makes you feel that I love you... Then I love you so much." CLICK ON START READING FOR MORE...BECAUSE I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN ACHING FOR IT!