He doesn't believe in love, he only believes in lust. But what if she wants love? Choi Sara is a girl like others who dreams of succeeding in the future despite the obstacles in her life. Because of this, she decided to set foot in Seoul, but she had to fight a lot for her ability. Anyway, in the end, she got the opportunity to get the job she dreamed of, as a photographer, under a very famous entertainment company in Seoul. But even though it was not the job she really expected, she had to adapt to the situation. She felt like she was losing the most precious part of her life when the boy whom she loved dearly and dreamed of marrying, suddenly announced that he wanted to break up with her with a few texts. But for the sake of her and her sister's future, she decided to bear it all and move forward. Becoming a private photographer is not as easy as you think. But that task became more difficult when her work partner was the world famous model V, whom has an arrogant and rude personality. But one drunken night changed everything between them and Sara, who thought it was just a one-night stand, found herself moaning for him over and over again. Apparently it wasn't an overnight thing, but where does this end? When two broken people find Love with Lust. - A kim Taehyung Fanfic. - Contain mature content. haven't edited this story. I will edit it later (I think so).

🩸 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?"

"Taehyung, leave my hand," Arial protested, her voice trembling as his grip tightened around her wrist. "Shut up." His reply was sharp like glass shattering against steel. He didn't even glance at her as he marched them down the grand hallway of the Kim mansion, the echo of their footsteps hollow . Once inside their room, the door slammed shut behind them with a force that made the walls seem to flinch. Without warning, Taehyung yanked her wrist forward and gripped it tighter, forcing her to stand right in front of him. "You're hurting me..." Arial whispered, her voice a mix of fear and suppressed fury. "What the fuck was that?" he demanded, his tone low, but pulsing with restrained rage. "What?" she asked, startled by his tone,by how close his face was. MMC ~ taehyung kim FMC ~ arial willow

FIRST BOOK ALERT ‼️ Y/N's father A Yakuza of Europe doesn't want war with an Asian Yakuza Leader - Jeon Justin Jungkook so to maintain the peace, Y/N and Jungkook marries. He becomes obsessed with her. With that the love story starts. In this story no unnecessary drama or conflict will be there. Contains Adult thing. Romantic story with better narration. Enjoy!

"did you just draw a dick on my face?" Min Soojung was more than textbook perfect-- she's independant, crazy smart, and most of all: competitive. That's until the day her full score was smugly ruined by a hot-headed bad boy, who aces all his subjects. It's annoying, it's frustrating, and most of all, he's....strangely obsessed...with her rough edges? Will she be able to keep up her honor student streak, or will she let the gates run free of his inevitable growing charms? Highest ranking: #1 in FANFICTION [Featured in global and local news in SPH, Mothership, TodayOnline, Singapore's Writers Festival and others]

❝You make the stars jealous, mi amor.❞ - In which the richest, most eligible bachelor of Seville lusts for a flamenco dancer below his class. Romance/Comedy - Highest ranking: #559 in Fanfiction #1 in Spain Reached 100K: 11.10.18 1st in the Mic Drop Awards - Started: 14.01.18 Finished: 23.08.19

"Love, I am a free woman now" "Not until I am alive" started: March 2022 finished: May 2024

"@jungkook.97 started following you" Idol AU Cover made by @cuddleyoongi Copyright © 2019 cuddleyoongi started; 02/02/2019 completed; 12/12/2023