🖤 I will tear the ocean before I let anyone touch what's mine." In the middle of a brutal, blood-slicked naval war, she was never meant to survive. Irabella is a creature of silk and privilege, a fragile aristocratic girl plucked from the freezing depths of a sinking armada. Commander Jeongguke is a thirty-three-year-old wartime lord, a ruthless predator born of a sovereign dynasty that bows to no king. He rules the Atlantic with an iron fist and a remorseless heart. When he lays his calloused hands on Irabella, he doesn't see a helpless girl to be returned to safety-he sees a prize. The ultimate, pure-blooded vessel destined to bear his name, carry his lineage, and anchor the dark future of his empire. Trapped in the suffocating belly of his warship, The Leviathan, and bound for an inescapable cliff side fortress, Irabella is systematically dismantled. Jeongguke strips away her past, her pride, and her will, forcing her to adapt to his brutal, possessive touch. In his shadow, the boundary between paralyzing terror perverted devotion begins to rot. She is caged by the monster. He didn't just steal her from the sea; he rewrote her soul to crave the chains. And as empires burn to ash around them, the world will learn that what the Lord of Jeon claims, he dominates forever. ✨A pitch-black, high-seas captive romance. A psychological siege of absolute ownership, dynastic obsession, and the terrifying abyss of total surrender.🏴‍☠️ Hi guys this is my first story. Truly based on my imagination . The book is for muture aduiances and containers muture thems, violence . Don't plagiarize my book ⚠️ Containers muture thems 🔞 🏆#2 Ranking in 18.4k 🏆#2 Ranking in 2.27k 🏆#7 Ranking in 1.67k

"He was born to destroy the throne... She was destined to protect it. Somewhere between revenge and royalty they fell in love." He was not born cruel the world made him that way. A boy raised in shadows,with a name no one spoke with respect... a heart hardened into stone, untouched by mercy.Except for the ones he called his own. She was everything he was not, Light where he was darkness, Warmth where he was cold, A princess not defined by her crown. She loved without hesitation, trusted without fear and believed... even in someone like him but this is not a simple love story. This is a chronicle of a kingdom built on secrets, of a past buried in betrayal, and of a truth powerful enough to destroy everything because when a heart that knows only hatred, meets a soul that knows only love something is bound to break. Will love soften the stone...or will darkness consume the light? This is not just a tale of a princess and a boy. This is a story of power, pain, and choices. A story where love is beautiful but never safe. 💔 The Chronicle of a Princess... and the boy who was never meant to love her.

"I don't love you anymore, Jungkook." That was the lie that destroyed him. Three years later, Y/N returns as the new personal secretary of Jeon Jungkook-CEO of one of the biggest companies in Seoul and the man whose heart she once shattered. Jungkook hates her. Or at least he tries to. But the woman standing in front of him now isn't the same one who left him in the rain. She's quieter. Sadder. Fragile in ways she tries desperately to hide. And the more time she spends under him in the office, the harder it becomes for Jungkook to ignore the bruises under her sleeves, the fear in her eyes, and the secrets she's drowning in. Married to a monster. Haunted by a past she never escaped. Barely surviving the life she chose to save Jungkook from. What happens when the man she left behind starts uncovering the truth? What happens when the CEO she works for becomes the only place she feels safe? And what happens when Jungkook decides he's no longer willing to lose her-even if it means destroying everyone who ever hurt her? He was the love she sacrificed. She was the heartbreak he never forgot. Now they're forced back into each other's lives... and this time, letting go might be impossible.

I watched my cum drip off her chin with possessive, lust- filled eyes. Holy fuck. I'd witnessed in just about every filthy sex act imaginable, but that small movement might've been the hottest thing I'd ever seen. "Get on the bed," I ordered, my voice thick with gravel. Her hands and knees barely had time to hit the mattress before I stripped off my clothes and came up behind her, spreading her thighs with my hands. "You are so very wet, my beautiful whore." I licked her glistening juices off her skin, savoring the taste and delicate female scent that drove every man crazy. I pushed a finger inside her tight, slick folds and was rewarded with a loud whimper. "Do you want me to eat out this gorgeous cunt of yours?" "Please," she gasped, pushing back at me. I flattened my tongue against her clit, alternating between long, slow licks and fast flicks. I was so fucking hungry for her, for her taste, for the innocence shattering beneath me at this very moment. I feasted on her like a man possessed, my hand digging into her flesh, my fingers curling inside her until I found the spot that had her bucking against my face. I gently tugged on her clit with my teeth, flicking over the sensitive nub with my tongue, and she exploded, her screams reverberating off the walls "You taste so fucking good," I growled, lapping up every drop while she shook and trembled beneath my touch. "The perfect appetizer for tonight."

Please be aware that the book is under editing. Chapters ready to read are marked with a tick sign ahead, so please read and cooperate accordingly. Ashes, ashes, ashes, We all fall down. 𝘼 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡. 𝙇𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜.

🩸 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?"

"why did you go without asking for my permission huh?" "Sigh** Jung--" "I'm coming,you won't go anywhere without me" . . . . . . . Werewolf au || jjk.ff

"Mama please pick up the phone , mama please , he will be here mama I'm scared, please pick up " "Are you trying to call someone Jagiya "

𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐. 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎. 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔.