A playful smile tugged at the corners of his lips, accentuating the rugged contours of his face. He traced the outline of his upper lip with his tongue, a gesture that sent a thrill down my spine. "Feeling still vulnerable?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. I barely managed to whisper, "No..." "Good... then am I allowed to do this?" His tone shifted, filled with a teasing intensity that made my breath hitch. With a fluid motion, he hovered over me, placing his hands on either side of the bed, effectively trapping me beneath him. The warmth radiating from his body enveloped me, and I could feel his breath-warm and tantalizing-grazing my neck. As he leaned closer, I could hardly contain the shudder that coursed through me. His lips brushed against my skin, a delicate caress that ignited a fire within. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations swirling around us. When his lips found a particularly sensitive spot on my neck, a soft whimper escaped my lips. He let out a soft chuckle, clearly enjoying the effect he had on me. Cover by @alfaesha

When you fell in love with a prince who is promised to someone else since his childhood.

"We only fuck. We can stop at any time. Just tell me when you will find someone else." "I will always choose my wife over you. I am just using you." He has never stayed to cuddle or talk after we've been intimate. The moment we finish, he's quick to gather his things and leave, disappearing back to her. Every time he walks away, it cuts deeply, leaving me feeling abandoned. It stings, yet I find a twisted comfort in this arrangement; at least I still get to see him, even if it's just for fleeting moments. I try to convince myself that it's better to have these brief encounters than to lose him entirely.

"Why don't you bite me?" The words tumble from my lips before I can rein them back in, an impulsive challenge hanging in the air between us. He smirks, a playful glint flashing in his eyes. "Because my bite brings pleasure, not pain," he replies, his teeth grazing his lower lip as he studies my expression intently, as if trying to decipher the thoughts racing through my mind. I furrow my brows, genuinely puzzled. What does that even mean? Is he flirting, teasing, or is there something deeper beneath that confident mask? He seems to sense my confusion, and a soft laugh escapes him, warm and inviting. "What I mean is that... I prefer to bite women... not children."

"No, no. It wasn't me thinking. You said it yourself, loud and clear, babe-that I am beautiful," "Babe?" He raised an eyebrow, caught slightly off guard. "Well, I distinctly remember calling you annoying..." His voice trailed off, amusement dancing in his eyes. "You will not get away with this. Confess already," I insisted, a teasing inflection in my voice as I leaned closer. "Confess what exactly?" he asked, feigning innocence. "That you obviously-and try as you might to deny it-you like me," I shot back, the satisfaction of making my case evident in my tone. "Me, like you? I don't think so." He let out a laugh, tinged with arrogance, as if the very idea was ludicrous. "I can't believe you bought that. I was just playing with you." "Yeah, yeah. Deny it all you want, but deep down you know it's true," I replied, a confident smile stretching across my face. "I couldn't possibly like a fatass like you, remember?" "Right, sure. Call me a fatass, call me plain. Go ahead and even call me annoying, but the truth? You're crazy about me." I beamed, throwing him a wink for good measure. "Wow, aren't you modest?" His irritation was evident now."How are you so sure of yourself?" "Cuz you kissed me, and I felt how hot you became when you were wrapped up in my plain body," I stated, popping one elbow as I leaned against the wall, pride swelling within me. I heard him groan quietly, an exasperated sound that made me chuckle in delight. "Wow, after everything, you really are insane about me," I teased, reveling in this moment. "Oh yeah, you make me crazy," he shot back, his voice dripping with mock exasperation. "So crazy that I want to throw your fat ass out the window just to avoid ever seeing you again." "But you'd miss me," I quipped, a cheeky grin spreading across my face. "How can you talk like this with your boyfriend in this condition? Shouldn't you be more worried about him?" "Yep, you are definitely jealous,"

The wolf stood in front of me, its fur bright white, like the snow covering the ground in winter. Sunlight shone on its coat, making it look magical. Its blue eyes sparkled like a clear summer sky, filled with mystery and secrets. In that moment, I felt a strong connection to the wolf, as if an invisible thread linked our souls. Overwhelmed by emotion and wonder, I knelt on the soft grass, my heart racing with excitement and a bit of fear. I slowly reached out and hugged this incredible creature. Its warmth made me feel calm and excited at the same time. Without thinking, I softly said, "I love you," feeling that my words expressed a deep truth about the special bond forming between us. Cover by @alfaesha

"Be careful," he cautioned, a lingering intensity in his gaze. "You don't want to die. So whatever you do, stop looking at me like you want to be kissed." His lips, perfectly shaped and inviting, attempted to form a smile, yet the profound sadness in his eyes held them back, casting a shadow over his expression. It was more than just me who felt it. Beneath the layers of his guarded demeanor, he, too, was aware of the palpable tension between us. It was as if an invisible force drew us closer, an intoxicating attraction that was both exhilarating and terrifying. The air was charged, thick with unspoken words and suppressed desires, making it almost unbearable to maintain distance. Each passing heartbeat echoed the undeniable connection that had formed, leaving both of us teetering on the brink of something we couldn't fully comprehend.

"I guess I fell in love." "Yeah?" "Yes." "And who is the unlucky one?" "You..." I whispered. His dark eyes stopped in mine and my stomach felt tight. He threw me a small, innocent smile. "And what do you expect me to do about it?" "Love me back?" In less than a second his sweet smile transformed into a devilish one, and it took me completely off guard. "Make me."

Winner at thefictionawards 2018 at best diverse book and best overall stories. Highest rank #1 in fanfiction, #1 in Jungkook Thank you guys I stood there, momentarily dumbfounded, my heart racing with confusion. Would she not open the door? My gaze shifted back to the boy behind the bars, and my breath caught in my throat. He stood still there, his dark eyes fixed on me-cold, empty, yet strikingly beautiful. Despite his youth, there was an unsettling depth to his gaze that seemed to pierce through any barriers, reaching straight into my soul. If I remember that day, I guess your eyes won my heart since that moment. Isn't that something you should be proud of? Cover by @alfaesha

"I don't want to lose you," I say, my voice barely above a whisper as I carefully avert my gaze from his intense eyes. My heart drums wildly in my chest, each beat echoing my fear of what might happen next. "If you confess your feelings, you won't have to worry about losing me. Friends trust each other, right? I promise, I'm not going anywhere, Y/N," he replies, his voice steady yet reassuring as he reaches out to grasp my hand gently in his. Taking a deep breath and summoning every ounce of courage I can muster, I finally let the words tumble out, "I love you." The confession feels both liberating and terrifying as it hangs in the air between us. His eyes widen in astonishment, the surprise flickering across his features, and I can feel his hand tremble slightly as it grips mine. The world around us fades away, leaving just the two of us in this pivotal moment.