"Criminal" thats how the world sees me......without seeing my pain.....without hearing my story.........without caring about me.....everyone judged me...everyone despised me.....everyone hated me.....except YOU....Jeon Jungkook💜 BUT everything keeps us apart.....am not the one you are meant to find.....or so i thought 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦.....𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦/𝑛 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑎ℎ 𝑎ℎ.....𝑖 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑗𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.....𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑑 .

The cold grass pressed against my back, tangling in my hair as I gasped for air. My wrists throbbed under his grip, pinned so tightly to the ground I knew they'd bruise. His legs caged my waist, his body hovering inches above mine. There was no escape, and I knew it. My heart thundered in my chest, but I didn't fight. I couldn't. His dark smirk sent a shiver down my spine, his eyes burning with a mix of triumph and dangerous possession. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞," he murmured, his voice low and deadly. "𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝." I trembled beneath him as his grip on my chin forced me to meet his eyes. "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞." _________________________________ She is the sun, radiant and bright, illuminating the world with her warmth. He is the moon, dwelling in the shadows, loving the tranquility of the night. When they come together, it's an eclipse-an extraordinary moment where their worlds merge, creating a rare and beautiful harmony. _________________________________ ❛She's not just any nerd; she's my nerd, got it?❜ _________________________________ • Tropes • High School Sweethearts Opposites Attract Sunshine and Grump Steamy Romance Forbidden Love Single Parent

"If I'm Frostflame, then you, my little empress, are the Firestorm that burns what's left of me." - Jeon Jungkook. He destroyed her empire. Slaughtered her army. Ripped her throne. Then he dragged her to his palace, dressed her in foreign silk, and called it a wedding. Jeon Jungkook-known across continents as Frostflame - is a warlord feared from Persia to the Pyrenees. Cold in the mind, brutal in the field, and merciless between sheets. He collects wives like trophies. But none like her. Not the fire-mouthed, iron-hearted Y/N Elaire of Byzantine. She spits venom where others moan. Bites when he kisses. And he fucking loves it. "I married you for politics, but I'll ruin you for pleasure." This isn't love. It's war behind closed doors. Lust laced with betrayal. A marriage of convenience soaked in heat, pain She's not here to be owned. He's not here to be softened. But the more they fight, the harder they fall. And when fire meets frost, kingdoms won't be the only things that burn. . . . . . . . . . . ©Moon_3004

☆《BOOK 2 OF THRONE SERIES》☆. *When she was pushing him and saying. "Your touch burns my skin." "I hate myself for loving you." "I don't want to see your face." "I'll never love you." "I hate u" "I hate u" "I hate u" ---------------------------------------- *Meanwhile him while fingering her. ----------------------------------------- "Say you hate me, but your body's dripping every time I touch you." "Every 'I hate you' from your lips makes me harder for you." "The more you fight, the tighter your pussy cling to me." "You'll never be free-your pussy remembers me even when you beg to forget." "Hate is just love set on fire, and I'm the one burning you alive."

✦ 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 ✦ A Dark Romance of Betrayal and Destruction ❝I can do the worst things in this world just to keep you. Love doesn't mean letting someone go- it means seeing how far you'll go to hold on. My love is so fierce, I'd do anything to keep you... even if it means haunting you, breaking you, or locking you away.❞ ❝Your story with me may have begun with lies, manipulation and revenge... but it will end in twisted happiness, whether you wants it or not. You has no choice.❞ ~ 𝘫𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 ✦ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. ✦ 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲.... ❝I'd rather die than belong to a man like you. In every life where you exist, I'd choose death over love.❞ ❝Cage me. Break me. Ruin me. Do whatever you want.... but one thing is certain-you will never make me love you again. You can't fix what you've cruelly destroyed.❞ ~𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 ═════════════════════════════ ✦ Most tales that start with hate end in love... ✦ ✦ But have you heard of a heard of a story that begins with 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 and 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻?...✦ This isn't a fairy tale. This is a dark, twisted saga of obsession and vengeance. She just wanted the hero of her story. Instead, she got stuck with the villain- "𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥."

They say I have a perfect boyfriend. He is handsome, he is tall and he is kind to everyone. He has a good job, promising me a good future with him. My perfect boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, he's just so perfect. I thought I know him so much but he's not like what he said at all. He's nothing what he had told me at all. His background, his job, his everything are nothing like he told me at all. Who is him? ⚠️ WARNING⚠️ The scenes involve violence, murder, stalking, rape, kidnap etc. 21+ Read at your own risk

"You're a lier. You're a murderer." So what, baby? I did it all for you. You know how much I love you right? "No, you don't. This isn't love." Saying this yn break into run. "Yn, you can't run away from me. I'm your husband." "You're a psycho." Jeon Jungkook is a billionaire psycho killer. He had an arranged marriage with yn and became dangerously obsessed with her. When she found out his truth she tried to leave but he didn't let that happen. Jump into the book to find out where will jungkook and yn's destiny take them. ⚠️: This story contains themes of violence, abuse, strong language , sexuality and other mature themes . If you are sensitive to such content, please proceed with caution. The pictures used in the cover and story does not belong to me. All rights go to the original owners.

She never understood the chaos she was becoming. Everybody warned her, her mind and soul told her to stay away; but what she felt for him was stronger, the bond they created was stronger. Love and friendship, will make her go: T H R O U G H T H E F I R E. © jeonstunes [ cover by: jeonstunes ] [ multimedia credits to respective owners ] [ story is completed ] [ editing process has begun ]

[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.

🩸 YAKUZA'S DIRGE- "A dirge is a funeral hymn, and his love was a slow, brutal mourning-not for her death, but her freedom." "Do you know why I keep you locked up?" Her breath hitched. Her fingers curled against his chest - hesitantly, reverently - and oh god. The feel of him. Hard. Unforgiving. A wall of heat under her trembling hands. His chest was broad, every muscle taut beneath the thin shirt, his pecs shifting as he breathed - not shallowly, but deeply. Controlled. His teeth grazed her cheek. A bite. Gentle. Carnal. Her lips parted. A broken breath fell from her. Then a whisper - from him. "Hmm?" She shook her head. Too slow. Too dazed. His hand slipped lower, finally, cupping her waist - his palm large enough to cage her, thumb brushing just beneath the curve of her ribs while his other arm remained hooked around her back. Not pinning. Holding. Pulling. She was caged. Held flush to him. Nothing between them but her open robe and his clothed chest. But even then, the heat bled through. He bent again - lower this time. His lips kissed the corner of her jaw. Not sweetly. Possessively. Then he whispered something so sinful, so deliberate, it felt like it was made of oil and ash and honey: "Because if even one man saw you like this... he'd forget his god. He'd fuck his name out of your mouth and never ask if you were promised." Her thighs trembled. Her hand fisted in the fabric at his chest - not to resist. To survive the feeling. He dragged his lips to her jaw again. Her ear. He didn't press them to her skin. He simply hovered. Teased. Waited. She could barely breathe. Her body shook in his hands, her inner thighs slick with her own arousal, every nerve burning like she was being readied for slaughter. Then-her voice. Small. Too soft for anyone else to hear. But he was not anyone. "...But I already attracted the worst kind." His head stilled. Eyes lowered to her again. She swallowed. Then added-"Didn't I?"