𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛.

Y/n's POV:- His eyes darken, a dangerous glint appearing in them. "Your father's debt....that was just an excuse. An opportunity." He leans forward, his voice dropping lower as my breath quickens. "You wanna know the real reason I'm doing this?" "Because you're the first person in a long time who didn't cower in my presence. You looked at me like I was still just a thug, not the most feared man in Seoul." He pauses, his expression hardening as I looked in his eyes. "And you know what really pissed me off?" He grasps my shoulder suddenly, making me flinch. His touch firm but not painful. "You stood your ground. You looked me in the eyes and told me off. That mouth of yours....it drove me crazy." His eyes trail to my lips. Time skips:- "I hate you!! I hate you so much!!!" I yelled on his face. Jungkook's expression hardens at my words, but somethings underneath shows a deeper emotion as he spoke. "I've heard that before." He drops his handkerchief and backs away a step. "But you know what's funny? They're all dead now." His words send a wave of terror in my body. ___________________________________________ (If you want to know more....go and check out the story!)

A story where the main lead, Jeon Jungkook, falls for his enemy, Kim Taehyung's sister. They said stay away from him. They locked her up to keep her safe. But what if the real danger isn't him? YN Kim has one rule: stay invisible. Don't attract attention. Don't ask questions. Don't get involved with anyone her family wouldn't approve of. Then she meets Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook, the name that makes her brother's jaw clench and her father's eyes go cold. The heir everyone fears. The boy she's supposed to hate. One accidental encounter. One misunderstood moment. One rumor that spreads like wildfire. Suddenly, YN is a prisoner in her own home. Her phone is gone. Her freedom is gone. And the only person who seems to care is the one person she's forbidden to see. But as Jungkook risks everything to reach her, YN starts to realize: the hatred between their families isn't random. It's personal. It's painful. And it's been waiting twenty years to destroy them both. Some secrets should stay buried. Some loves are destined to burn. And some families will do anything to keep history from repeating itself. [Mafia AU | Forbidden Love | Childhood Friends' Children | Second Generation | Mature Themes] ---

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Jungkook's eyes shamelessly roamed over YN's body, drinking in the sight of her curves. She couldn't bear to face him, looking away as his gaze seemed to strip her bare. He slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, his fingers splaying across her skin. As he touched her, Jungkook felt himself harden, his desire for her surging. He had never felt this way about anyone before. YN's skin was soft and smooth, like silk beneath his fingertips. He explored her body, his hands roaming over her waist, stomach, shoulders, and chest. YN closed her eyes, feeling a shiver run down her spine as Jungkook's lips brushed against her shoulder. His touch was cold, yet it sent a wave of heat through her body. Jungkook had never been this gentle with anyone, but he couldn't help himself. He was consumed by his desire to explore every inch of YN's body. Highest ranking #1 among 18.4k (btssmut) #1 among 155 (jkbts) #1 among 1.55k (bias) #47 among 1.44M (fanfiction)

"T-Take your mouth off..." I whispered, voice weak and trembling. "You can't... you can't Rape-" He didn't stop. His mouth stayed on my breasts - sucking, biting, marking - as if he hadn't heard me. But he had. He just didn't care. My hands reached up, trying to push his head away, but my strength melted the moment his fingers thrust into my pussy. Deep. Fast. Unforgiving. "Fuck," he groaned against my skin. "Didn't know ruining you would feel this good." My knees gave out, but he caught me - like he always did, just to make me fall again. "Aah... please... s-stop..." I cried, barely breathing, legs shaking. But my body? My body was begging for more. And I hated this feeling - how weak I was in front of him. Lee yn , an 18 years old medical student, dreams of an ordinary life -one far away from violence and bloodshed. But her world shatters the night she witness a cold blood murder. The killer? Jeon jungkook-27 years old ruthless, and the most feared mafia boss in South Korea. Mature Themes ⚠️ 🔞 1. *Dark and twisted content*: The story features a dark and ominous atmosphere, with mature themes that may be disturbing to some readers. 2. *Violence and bloodshed*: The story includes scenes of violence, bloodshed, and murder. 3. *Psychological manipulation*: Jungkook's character exhibits manipulative and controlling behavior towards YN. 4. *Mature relationships*: The story may explore complex and potentially toxic relationships between characters. Trigger Warnings 1. *Kidnapping and abduction* 2. *Violence and abuse* 3. *Psychological trauma* 4. *Captivity and confinement* 5. *Mature themes and content* 6. *Marital Rape* Reader Discretion Advised This story is intended for mature readers who are comfortable with dark and twisted themes. Reader discretion is advised, and readers who are easily disturbed or triggered by mature content may want to exercise caution.

"you will close his eye, niece... and he will claim a dragon" [hotd + fire & blood]

Before the gunshots. Before the bloodshed. Before the events of DHURANDHAR, There was UZAIR BALOCH. Feared In Lyari, Respected in Karachi. He was a man who never chased. Until one wedding night in Mumbai. Until he saw her... Until he saw Sayeeda... What began as a glance became an obsession... and ended in a nikkah (marriage) that pulled her into the underworld. Long before Dhurandhar began, this is how Uzair chose his obsession.

-CURRENTLY EDITING- They say his name in whispers. Uzair is not a man you look at for too long. Not a man you question. Not a man you cross. While Rehman Dakait rules the streets, Uzair walks beside him - ruthless, feared, untouchable. Violence follows him like a shadow. Loyalty is earned in blood. Mercy is a language he does not speak. Until her. Ayra was never meant to stand in his world. She doesn't belong to the gunshots, the politics, or the power games. She believes in softness where others believe in fear. The world knows Uzair as a monster. But in quiet moments, when the city sleeps and the chaos fades, he lowers his voice for only one person. This is not a story about politics. This is not a story about war. It is about the most dangerous man in the room... and the only girl who was never afraid to look him in the eyes. Feared by all. Soft for one.

"Please sir I beg you, don't hit my husband" You clasped your hands and kneeled before the male who is whipping your husband without showing any mercy to the poor soul. The pitiful screams of your husband echo through the village as none of the civilians rushes to help you and your husband from the beast, the fear of being the next victim of his cruelty. "The more you beg me to stop the more I get tempted to hit him," he snickers before lashing his last bow on your bloodied husband. you flinch hard and immediately rush to your poor man. "Honey are you okay-" before you could touch him you were harshly pulled up by the beast, making you look at his eye. "you still have a week of time to leave this useless and to be my mistress, I expect you to be there soon or else I have to kill your poor husband," he pouts at the last phase giving you an open warning. "you and your body, everything is mine remember that" he growls before throwing you on the ground and walking away from the place. _____________________________________________________ During the 1950s, in the Republic era when poor civilians were under the rule of unclear politics thus leading to a dictatorship government, each commander was appointed to each section of the district to monitor the people. But these commanders are no ordinary one, they are cruel and impose horrible inhuman acts on the people to confine them under the rule of the dictatorship. what if a poor married woman who is living happily with her husband catches the eyes of this commander? will she lead a peaceful life? y/nXjimin y/nXJungkook

Aelinor Baratheon stands out in her family. She doesn't have the golden hair and green eyes of her mother and younger siblings. Nor does she have black hair and blue eyes of her Baratheon father. Much to her father's disdain, she inherited her great grandmother Rhaelle's Targaryen features; silver hair and purple eyes. Had she not been born well after her father had slain his cousin, many would be inclined to believe her to be the bastard daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen. Follow her as she navigates life as the eldest child of the king, through war, love, betrayal and much more.