For every step she took toward freedom, he held the chain just a little tighter. "Without hesitation, his other hand slipped inside her shirt, a single finger pressing against her lower stomach, causing her to gasp in surprise, catching her off guard. 'You're not particularly obedient, are you?' he inquired, his face drawing even closer to hers. 'Imagine my finger as a gun, pressing against your delicate skin. Would you want me to pull the trigger?' he continued, her heart racing as she feared he might hear its rapid beat. Caught off guard, she found herself unable to utter a word. His intense, dark eyes left her on the verge of tears. Every aspect of him felt overwhelmingly intense. Pressing his finger a little harder into her skin, she took a deep breath, sensing him already aware of it. 'What happened? I thought you said you speak as you please,' he mocked her. 'Don't touch me,' she finally mustered the courage to speak. Instead of releasing her, he pressed even harder, causing her to hold her breath. 'You're scared. Scared of me. And yet, you have the audacity to speak back. Weren't you taught to stay silent when someone tells you to?' he tilted his head, relishing the conflict between the fear evident in her face and the defiance in her words. 'And who are you to silence me?' she spat back, refusing to back down. In that moment, he pressed his finger even harder against her skin, eliciting a slight hiss from her at the increased pressure. 'You'll find out soon. Better start praying,' he hissed, his voice low but laced with danger. 'Don't even think about messing with my anger-I'll fucking ruin you. So keep your pretty mouth shut and listen if you know what's good for you.' 'Or else,' he mumbled, his nose almost touching hers, feeling her hold her breath. 'Bang,' he continued, mimicking a gunshot with his finger on her skin, causing her to flinch slightly." ⚠️

Deception is Her Weapon; Vengeance is Her Cause. No mercy. "You thought you could deceive us. But in this game, baby, the rules were written by those who thrive in shadows." ⚠️ "'Look at you, little thing. I'm two sizes bigger than you. If I wrapped my hand around your throat, I could choke you,' he jeered, pressing the sharp blade even harder against her skin. 'Recycled lines, huh? You're running out of material,' she managed to retort, her voice strained from the pressure on her throat. In a sudden and abrupt motion, he threw the knife aside, his hand swiftly replacing the cold steel of the blade. And now, it was just his bare hand, a bold and strategic choice that demonstrated his confidence in his own strength. 'You really craved the sensation of my hand choking you, huh? You're enjoying this, aren't you, little slut? Feeling my grip tighten around your throat,' he snarled as he applied more force, pressing his hand deeper into her neck. 'Fuck you,' she managed to blurt out, her voice strained and raw, her eyes blurred with tears and her wounds stinging with pain. Mingyu let out a low chuckle. 'Fuck me? Yeah? Alright then,' he uttered with a smirk on his face. With deliberate movements, he reached towards her pants, his fingers moved diligently and precisely as they traced the zipper. 'You want me to fuck you right here, huh? Need an audience, kinky bitch?' he taunted, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as his fingers deftly undid the zipper of her pants. All eyes were fixated on them as Mingyu harshly began to pull her pants down, while she gasped for breath, each rasping inhale echoing in the tense silence of the room. 'Let's give them a good performance,' he replied with a smirk before loosening his grip on her neck, allowing her to gasp for air. Seizing the opportunity, he leaned in and his lips found hers, pulling her into a rough and dominating kiss.

A legacy stolen, a betrayal hidden in the shadows, and a vengeance that refuses to die. When his father is murdered, he loses everything his family, his empire, his name. Framed as a killer, he vanishes into the underworld, his heart burning for revenge against the one man he once trusted above all: Alexander, the puppet master who took it all. But returning means more than reclaiming power; it means tearing down the empire built on his family's blood. Yet, someone unexpected steps into his life a connection he can't ignore and a complication he didn't plan for. "You think you know what loyalty means?" Alexander's voice is cold, mocking. "I'm going to make you beg to learn," he whispers back, his voice a quiet storm of resolve. But in the shadows, there's her dangerous, captivating, his forbidden thrill. Every call, every stolen whisper, ignites a dark desire. "Tell me, my little dove, would you watch the world burn if I asked you to?" his voice is laced with a dangerous promise. "For you?" she murmurs back, a smile in her voice, "I'd light the match myself." 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞? 𝐎𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥? s t a r t e d :- 18 Oct 2024 e n d e d :- ?

''Does this place feel... familiar to you?'' ''That's impossible. We've never been here before.'' ''Then why does it feel like we have?'' When thirteen friends purchase a grand estate, they expect luxury and comfort. Instead, they step into a nightmare-trapped in a game where history repeats itself, and one by one, they fall. The mansion breathes secrets, the walls whisper forgotten horrors, and an unsettling sense of déjà vu tightens its grip. Then, they wake up. Back in their dorms. As if it never happened. But when the same letter arrives, they realize the nightmare has never ended. It only started again. This time, they remember. And the game is waiting. {Inspired by Escape the Night and Going Seventeen's EGO} ⚠ Content Warning: This book contains themes of psychological horror, supernatural elements, character deaths, violence, and suspense. It includes scenes of blood, gore, hauntings, paranoia, and disturbing imagery. Readers may also encounter themes of betrayal, mind games and cyclical horror (time loops). Reader discretion is advised. ⚠

Thirteen boys, two killers. Trust no one.

He gave me a choice. Stay, and become his puppet. Run, and never breathe again. Leah Hong thought monsters only lived in nightmares. But Yoon Jeonghan all beauty and blood was very real. And once he touched her, there was no escape.

Not everyone gets a soulmate. But for those who do, the mark on their skin is both a promise, and a warning. Wang Hyeri has always believed in fate, but she never gave much thought to soulmates. For her 25th birthday, she's treating herself to three unforgettable nights at Seventeen's Follow Tour in Nagoya, unaware that destiny has been waiting for her in the same arena. Jeon Wonwoo has spent years wondering when and where his fate would unfold. The cryptic coordinates etched onto his skin have finally led him to this moment -- the moment his world changes forever. When their marks ignite, fate leaves them no choice but to face the truth: they were always meant to find each other. But is destiny enough? The first book in the Seventeen Soulmate Series- one mark, one chance, one fated love at a time. #1 in seventeen (2025/04/10) #1 in kpopfanfic (2025/05/09) #1 in jeonwonwoo (2025/06/10) #1 in wonwoo (2025/06/16) #1 in 17 (2025/07/10) #1 in scoups (2025/08/07) #1 in kimmingyu (2025/08/31) #1 in jeonwonwoo (2025/09/05) #1 in choiseungcheol (2025/09/05)

i promise i won't mess up this time. a hansol vernon fic. © ULZZANGS.

"His wrath is Fire from hell" CHOI SEUNGCHEOL. YOON SOAE.

⚠️Contains mature themes and violence, swearing, gore and sexual themes.⚠️ Y/n didn't expect an average day at school to turn into something that would change her life forever. Top Rankings: #1 in seventeen Completed.