The woods were silent, cloaked in mist and mystery. Twigs cracked beneath his boots as Jeon Jungkook walked with calculated steps, the chill of the forest matching the cold in his eyes. But something shifted-an instinct sharpened by years of distrust. He halted. There was someone behind him. In a blink, he turned and slammed the figure against a tree, one hand gripping the collar while the other drew a gleaming pocket knife from his coat. Its blade kissed the soft skin of the person's throat-threatening, precise, unflinching. His cold gaze met wide, terrified eyes. It was her. But he didn't move. His expression remained carved in stone-emotionless and cruel. The knife stayed near her neck as his breath hitched, not from shock, but from something darker. "Why the f*ck are you following me?" he growled, his voice low and venom-laced. "I-I... y-young m-master, I-I was a-afraid t-to stay there a-alone... t-that's why I f-followed y-you..." she stammered, her voice trembling like the rest of her. Fear shimmered in her eyes-but he didn't care. He didn't flinch. Instead, with no warning, no mercy, he leaned in and crashed his lips onto hers-rough, demanding, and overpowering. It wasn't love. It wasn't gentle. It was a storm. prince x maid

Emily was friends with Andy as a child. When Andy leaves for LA she thinks she is never going to see him again. That changes when she wakes up in his hotel room

A young vampire named Andy, finds himself allured to one specific girl, Scarlett. They share a deep, meaningful connection and Andy would do anything to protect her. But will Scarlett's trust issues and their constant bickering detain a relationship from forming? Will the dangers of a vampiric world prove too much for her?

Ballet, kitty-cats, and frill are three easy words to describe Murey Nabella White. All her life she has been sheltered in the richer part of California. She's never been the type to take risks, or try and stand out from the crowd. She's simply an ordinary girly girl, who enjoys reading, and hanging out with her best friend, Lilly. But, something happens when she stumbles upon a boy named Andy, with his dark looks and mysterious personality, he lures her into another realm. His twisted thoughts of overcontrolling ways and brutal suggestive lines tear her world in half. She's torn between running away or sticking with the feelings of her heart. Is miss perfection ready for the embodiment of past mistakes and cruel ideas?

"You never expect anything bad to happen in small towns. They're usually just filled with families, and friends, who love each other. Rolling Meadows was a town where everyone knew everyone, but it had its fair share of traumatic events. This town happened to be run by two rival gangs: The Spades and The Cobras." Roommates Violet and Rosalie attend a New Year's Eve party and their prying eyes get them into trouble with The Spades. Kidnapping, weapon dealing, drug dealing, and death seem to follow this gang everywhere they go. Poor choices lead the girls to be kidnapped and forced to live in The Spade's house where romantic feelings begin to get stirred up. Is it even possible to love a heartless gang member? **Highest rank: #1 in AndyBlack**

"𝙾𝚑, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖! 𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜! 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎...𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚐ä𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐." _"𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 "𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚐ä𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛" 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙺𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚜. 𝚆𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛." _"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛! 𝙸𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐." Y/n was one of the 43 children born on the first day of October, 1989. However, unlike the ones from the so called Umbrella Academy, she was not adopted by Sir Reginald Hargreeves, and instead grew up in her own abusive household. That was until one catastrophic night where she crossed paths with the old billionaire, and was welcomed in his family as a substitute for one of the children, who had disappeared in unusual circumstances. She became the new "Number Five". Starting date: 31 March, 2021. Ending date: 17 October 2024. ⭑Highest Ranks: #1 at Numberfive #1 at Hargreeves #1 at Five #1 at AidanGallagher #1 at BenHargreeves WARNING! This story contains mentions of suggestive content, domestic abuse, suicide and overall violence. I am NOT the creator or owner of The Umbrella Academy Series or any of it's characters, except for Y/n and non-canonical characters.

'All these books. All these men. All these fantasies... you must have wanted to try it out at least once.' His lips brushed lower, now whispering into my ear. 'I'm happy to help you recreate some of them.' A man playing out your favorite books out for you? Sounds like perfection, doesn't it? The catch? He's a complete opposite of your preferences in a man, but just to make it worse, he's your brother's best friend.

"Do you understand what you're getting yourself into?" "Yes, Sir." In which Jung Akari, a Korean-Japanese woman, takes upon her friend's offer to go to a job interview, an interview that will turn out to be completely different from any job interview she has ever done. Heavily inspired by SKZ's "Red Lights" MV & lyrics, alluding to "50 Shades of Grey" and the lyrics of The Weeknd's "One of the girls". TW: rough sex, BDSM and all other possible kinky stuff you can think of, (kinda toxic) sub-dom relationship, romance. Smut book! Bang Chan x female oc fanfiction None of the characters used represent real-life people and their personalities. SKZ are merely used as characters in this book. Started: Sept 13th, 2024 Finished: May 18th, 2025

(18+) (x Fem!Reader) She wasn't supposed to be there- he wasn't aiming for her. But the bullet found its mark anyway. And now she's seen his face and knows his name. He was trained to eliminate threats, not fall for them. But when she gets caught in the crossfire, he makes a fatal choice: he lets her live. OMEN wants answers. She wants freedom. And he? He calls it protection. She calls it captivity.

Can you imagine what's it's like, to have your heart not only broken, But stamped on and ripped to shreds by a boy who's face you can not go a day with out? His voice constantly on every radio station, his face on every music channel, his name on every music magazine. Maybe he's matured a little since. After all, we were young dumb teenagers in love. Or maybe he'll just never change. "I put my heart in your hands Billie Joe," I chocked as the tears continued to spill out of my eyes and down my face. "And you handed it back in a million fucking pieces," "Look, I know I hurt you. I didn't know what I was doing I swear, I never meant to me make you cry or to break your heart," he defended with the guilt burning in his eyes. "It haunts me everyday what I did to you, although it was all those years ago I haven't gone a day where I don't regret it," "I was never able to fully get over you. I was never able to forget the light in your bastard eyes. Or the way you laughed. Or the way you smiled. Because everywhere I turned there you were. On my television, playing in my stereo In my car. And it is. Torture. Even after all those years," "But I'm not that person anymore," He repeated desperately. "I've changed. For the better," "And how am I suppose to ever believe you?" "Please. Just trust me. I promise you, I won't break your heart again," he babbled nervously. As he fidgeted with his fingers. "I'll never be that me again," I took in a deep breath. As I felt my hands shake slightly still as they sat in my lap. "We're not who we use to be." I sighed. "And I'm scared to get hurt again," He took my shaking hands into his as he held them. Stroking the back of my hand with him thumb. "We're gonna be trapped in active depart forever," he whispered. "If you don't let me change the way you think of me when your eyes meet mine." "Trapped In active depart. Sounds better than trapped in another heartbreak," "But I'm trying, Do you care?" I sighed. "I'll always care,"