𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬 Why didn't you tell me there's a ghost in this apartment?!" she demanded, poking his forehead in frustration. Jungkook flinched slightly, his eyes widening. "Did... did you just touch me?" Juliet frowned. "Uh, yeah? What's wrong with you? Answer my question first!" He let out a sigh, rubbing his forehead. "I've never met someone as dense as you." Her patience was wearing thin. "What are you even talking about?!" Jungkook looked her straight in the eye. "Juliet," he said, his voice low and deliberate. "I AM THE GHOST."

R18| DARK ROMANCE| Reigna Celine Mindiola only wanted to escape the past that kept haunting her but fate handed her something worse, Yuno Vaughn Devereux.A devil cloaked in beauty trapped in the body of the man he destroyed. He is a fallen angel cursed with hunger, desire, and darkness that turns him into an incubus. A creature condemned to feed on lust, crave intimacy, and draw strength from the very emotions of a human being. He watches her. Protects her. Owns her. Even if it means breaking her. Even if it means losing himself. This isn't just a love story. It's a slow descent into madness, pleasure, and ruin. He doesn't know the word share. And he's more than willing to kill anyone who stands in his way. And the devil always collects what's his.

~ 𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓽 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 ~ Ebony Bishop ha sempre saputo che i soldi di suo fratello non sono soldi puliti. Ma quando vieni cresciuta da due drogati che, fin dal principio, non avrebbero dovuto avere figli, la cosa più importante è sopravvive! Quando all'improvviso la mensile mazzetta firmata Ivory Bishop smette di comparire nella sua cassetta delle lettere, Ebony capisce subito che suo fratello è nei guai. Come aiutarlo, però, se l'unica cosa che Ebony è capace a fare è la linea dritta del suo eyeliner? In un mondo di gang e ladruncoli a cui lei non appartiene, la sua unica speranza sembra essere Soren Pierce, uno dei migliori amici di suo fratello. Ma Soren è un ex galeotto, bugiardo e narcisista patologico! Far combaciare i loro caratteri è semplice quanto disinnescare una bomba. E se la bomba scoppiasse? Chi ne subirebbe le conseguenze?

Y/n(your name) is a simple girl who studies at university and lives a normal life in New York in a small but comfortable apartment. But she doesn't know that her life is about to turn upside down because of one man: Jeon Jungkook, the mafia king. Start: 23rd of March 2024 End: 11th of May 2024

Bollywood's biggest star. A fierce, no-nonsense lawyer. A scandal that alters everything. Raghbir Oberoi has spent his entire life under the relentless gaze of cameras-adored by millions, scrutinized by just as many. Scandals are no stranger to him. But this time? It's far more intricate, far more personal than any he has ever encountered. Jhalak Sharma-a woman whose world revolves around courtrooms, not red carpets. The daughter of his family's most esteemed lawyer. The one entrusted with untangling the chaos that now threatens his career. She respects him, admires him-but only from a distance. Because Jhalak harbors a secret, one she has never voiced to anyone except her closest confidante-she has always been his fan. And now? She must defend him. But when a mere suggestion spirals into an impulsive declaration-when, in the midst of a high-profile interview, Raghbir proclaims her as his girlfriend to deflect attention-everything changes. The world obsesses over their chemistry. Directors and brands scramble to bring them together. Headlines scream their names in unison. It was all just a ploy-an orchestrated maneuver to salvage his reputation. They refused to acknowledge the spark igniting between them, one that flickered defiantly in the limelight. It was nothing but a negotiation. Except... the way Raghbir looks at her when no one is watching? The way he shields her, defends her, steps in before she even utters a word? It's unraveling Jhalak's carefully constructed walls. And Raghbir? He believed it was all strategy. Until he begins to notice-the fire in her eyes when she argues back, the absent-minded way she tucks her hair behind her ear when lost in thought, the way she makes him yearn for something he never imagined possible. Now, the biggest question remains-will they let the world decide their story, or will they finally take control of their own script?

"𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬!!!!" His voice drap in thick whisper against her ears Making her knees went weak. ___________________________________________ Ranking 🦋 #1 Suga #1:> minyn #3:> btsromance #23:> cold CEO #48:> secretary # 317 :> btssmut

𝑷𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝒅𝒊 𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒂//𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒅𝒐 𝑫𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒐 🇰🇷.•*""*• 𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚘, 𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚒 𝙲𝚎𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚗•*""*•.🇱🇰 ✦──────༺༻──────✦ 𖧷 🐯 Un 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆. 𖧷 🌺 Una 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂. 𖧷 🐲 Un 𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒆 • Un 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒐. 𖧷 🦁 𝑫𝒖𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆. 𝑼𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂. ✦──────༺༻──────✦ ༺ 🦁𝒪𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒾🌺 ༻ Ultima erede della dinastia Bandara. Schiava agli occhi del regno. Sovrana nel sangue. ✦ Bellezza indomita. ✦ Amata da due fratelli. ༺🐯𝒜𝑔𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒟 👑༻ La tigre incoronata. Spietato, spezzato, solo. ✦ Passato tormentato. ✦ Mani sporche di sangue. ✦ Occhi solo per lei. ༺ 🐲𝒴𝑜𝑜𝓃𝑔𝒾 🗡༻ L'esiliato. Figlio bastardo della corte. L'inganno negli occhi. La vendetta nel sangue. ✦ L'incarnazione della lussuria. ✦ Il profumo del pericolo. ✦ Un amore velenoso. ✦──────༺༻──────✦ 🌺 𝓢𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓮 🐉 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬𝓸 🐯 𝓘𝓶𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓭𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓮 ⛔𝗟𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗹'𝗵𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗻 𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗶, 𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗶 𝗮 𝘃𝗼𝗶 𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗮 𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲⛔

Shakespeare's Macbeth was in my syllabus when I was in secondary school. But Macbeth was just an appetiser, for I went on to get the complete works of his. But it was as I was reading his sonnets that I tried to mimic his 14-line poems. The rest is history. I did not read Shakespeare; I encountered him. In my "mimicking" of his sonnets, I learnt that a word could be stretched from its primary meaning to other "shades" of meaning. Poetry to me is like a pilgrimage, a path of mystery, a ritual that can transport the poet from where he is to where the subject of his writing is, where he achieves a lived experience. I deliberately chose a rhyming scheme of AABB CDCD EEFF GG, with which I wish to import an African voice into the sacred art of sonnet writing.

She was an ordinary girl who had never even heard whispers of the mafia's dark world. He was the most feared mafia boss who had never believed in love. Their paths were never meant to cross-until fate intervened. When she accidentally hacks into his highly secured system, she becomes a target overnight. But instead of eliminating the threat, he takes her captive, determined to find out who she really is. What starts as a mistake soon turns into something neither of them expected. In one swift motion, his hand wrapped around her wrist, yanking her forward. She gasped as he dragged her back inside, the door slamming shut behind them. "Going somewhere, sweetheart?" His voice was deep, smooth, almost teasing. "Let me go!" she struggled, twisting in his grip, but it was like trying to fight a steel wall. He chuckled, tilting his head. "Not a chance." Her eyes darted around, heart pounding. "Who the hell are you?" The smirk on his lips widened as he leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her skin. "You hacked into something you shouldn't have," he murmured. "And now? You're in a world of trouble." Will he be able to forgive her for stepping into his world? And will she be able to survive in his?