Kiara was never the kind of girl who fell for heroes. While others swooned over noble gestures and soft-spoken love interests, she craved something darker - obsession that burned, love that claimed, men who didn't ask for hearts but took them. Her favorite was Reyansh: the ruthless, broken anti-hero of a tragic romance novel who died before he could win the woman he was obsessed with. But when Kiara wakes up in the body of Arina - the wrong woman Reyansh mistakenly married - she finds herself inside the very story she once devoured. Only now, she's not reading it. She's living it. And this time, she won't watch the villain lose. Because Kiara doesn't want to fix the story. She wants to break it. Twist it. Own it. And if she plays her part right... Reyansh won't just love her. He'll never survive without her. --- Reyansh's eyes glinted with a dangerous fire. "It doesn't matter who you are... or what you think. You're mine. You can't leave me, and no one-not even you-can ever take yourself away from me." Arina's chest tightened, a shiver running through her. "You can't... cage me, Reyansh." A cold softness edged his voice, low and unrelenting. "Then let me show you. One chance. I only love you... but if I'm right, I'll never let you go. Ever." Her voice trembled. "I... I don't have a choice, do I?" He didn't answer. He pulled her close, his arms unyielding. She rested against him, a fleeting, secret smile on her lips-one he could never see. And in the silence, Reyansh's obsession darkened, twisting quietly into something inescapable: once he had her, no one-not even life itself-would ever take her away.

[complete] "Before you said something, I didn't want to interrupt you but I can't stop thinking about it and I-" he stopped like he was trying to find the right words, "I don't like it when you say that you are sully and disgusting and ruined, I know that it's what they made you think for all those years. I know it's not easy to change the way we see ourselves, but I promise you. I won't kill those men if you don't want me to but I'll spend the rest of my life trying to show you your worth! Let me do this at least" one of his hands left the one of Wooyoung and raised to cup his cheek, thumb caressing it softly, "You are so beautiful, inside and out. I want you to see it too!" ✨ Jung Wooyoung is 22 years old and has been a slave for most of his life, mentally and physically abused. Ready to succumb to whatever worse scenario comes next. Choi San is 26 years old, the world were he lives is made of blood, revenge and gangsters and sometimes it feels like there's no way out from it. Everything seems so unfair. Until they stumble into each others life and a new, frightening feeling blossoms between them like a flower in an iris field. • ~Slow updated cause of a very busy life ~Might contain mature themes such as gragic description of violence, physical/psychological abuse, panic/anxiety attacks, smut (won't be pointed out) ~Angst ff with a happy ending (I promise) • TOP! SAN BOTTOM! WOOYOUNG Side ship ~ Seongjoong I do not owe Ateez, this story is purely fictional and has nothing to do with the members' real life

Xu Chenglei is a man forged in violence and silence, a survivor of a world that chewed up the weak and made monsters out of the strong. Born into a brutal underground system where life was a currency and love a liability, Xu learned early that emotion was dangerous-but he never forgot how to feel it. Not completely. Powerful, cold, and precise, Xu moves like a blade honed for war-disciplined, lethal, and unreadable. He wears gloves not for style, but necessity; the touch of skin brings him pain, memories, or worse. A past trauma-deep, unspoken, and unresolved-has carved into his nervous system a psychosomatic aversion to touch, leaving intimacy a battleground instead of a comfort. Still, he holds himself with unwavering control, a king in a fortress of his own making. And yet-beneath the armor-there is grief. Guilt. Memory. A boy once dear to him who chose death so Xu could live. That sacrifice haunts him, not as a ghost, but as a debt. Now, at twenty-nine, Xu is powerful enough to own anything, yet emptier than ever. When Liang Weiyang-a sickly, sharp-eyed teenager who eerily resembles his long-dead friend-is sold into his care, Xu is shaken. He tells himself it's coincidence. He tells himself it's pity. But what stirs in him isn't pity. It's a hunger to protect, to atone, to keep this boy safe in a way he couldn't before. It's a slow, unraveling tenderness-a kind of love that terrifies him more than any blade. Xu doesn't know if Liang is a second chance or a punishment. All he knows is he will destroy anything that threatens him. Even himself. ---

--- Blurb They called him the Cold Immortal Lord-peerless in sword, unrivaled in cultivation, his heart frozen in eternal frost. All who gazed upon him saw only perfection carved from ice, a being who stood above the dust of the mortal world. On a blood-soaked battlefield, he picked up a boy-thin, ragged, and cursed by lineage. The child bore the taint of the Demon Clan, and so, instead of compassion, he received years of merciless torment at his master's hand. Discipline was cruelty, guidance was pain, and warmth was something he was never allowed to touch. Until one night. The immortal lord dreamed of his own death-his disciple standing above him, eyes burning scarlet, sword dripping with his master's blood. The dream was so vivid it shattered his Dao heart. From that moment on, the cruel master became... gentle. Cold scorn turned to quiet care, punishments softened into protection, and distance gave way to closeness. But affection, once twisted by hatred and longing, grows into something dangerous. The boy who once endured every cruelty in silence now clings to his master with a possessiveness sharper than any blade. If the world dares call him demon, then he shall become a demon for his lord alone. If destiny decrees blood and ruin, then he will tear fate apart with his own hands. What began as torment becomes obsession, what began as a dream becomes an unshakable bond. Between master and disciple, love and ruin walk the same path. ---

I had sworn to myself, the day something is more beautiful than the moon to me, that is the day I have fallen in love. ~ "The moon is beautiful tonight, is it not?" Zayn asked. I glanced at the moon properly for the first time tonight. The moon was barely even an inch of his beauty. It felt as if the moon was merely reflecting the light in his eyes. Yet, he found the moon beautiful. "Yes, it truly is." I spoke, not being able to remove my gaze from him. He turned to look at me, a smile on his face and those gleaming eyes that could light up the whole world. My world. ***** Zayn needs to get drunk, that's all he knows. But what he doesn't know that it's only his nemesis who can fulfil that wish of his. Because no one else can provide the alcohol for a high school kid other than the bad boy himself. But in return, he owes him a favour. A favour that is yet to be discovered. They say they hate each other. And hate for them apparently also means caring for each other so much that you'd do anything for them. Hate apparently also means shoving their tongue down the other's throat when no one's looking. ******************* "You and me, we're not the same. I am a sinner, you are a saint." Ahh plot I came up with this storyline on the spot during Swedish class. Ratings: #21 in alcoholism 22/02-25 #50 in gayness 04/03-25 Started - 2nd May 2024 Finished -

Short story kinda long chapters . Just a quick warning, I promise you it's not what it seems, the plot twist is something you will never imagine, I want to see you try and guess what will happen , no cheating. Try to guess , I promise you you'll never be able to predict what happens. ___________________________________________ ↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓ When you're a kid normally you'd have a childhood best friend, or a childhood girlfriend or boyfriend or just a childhood friend. But my childhood was different, cause unlike most people I had a childhood enemy, rival. Yeah.... I wish I was kidding but I'm not . Ever since I learned how to walk and talk I was taught to hate this one guy , Damian.

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Just like the title this is random short stories because I don't usually finish my story hahahahha. My short stories are like list of summarize. Well they are short and fun so if you want to read random plots then enjoy if not then find something else. Original ideas and story plot by me. Some may be the same as other stories cause thats how cliche works(stop being crazy and ignorant) May invlude mpreg/violence/murder/fantasy/rebirth/reincarnation/transmigration/otome/historical That's all♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Arc 1: From the Pale Ashes ....... In this darkness, I will tell the tale to the captive audience. My tale. And the ones who died along with it. ...... Shida's world has only ever had one person- Ina. In a wintry forest, they lived peacefully in isolation until the night Ina went missing. The night humanity found them. --------- This is a slow burning romance that focuses mostly on plot.