🖤 By moonlight, he devoured her. By dawn, he would belong to her. He demanded a bride. She came with a secret-and a fire that could break curses... or burn him alive. Every century, the cursed Serpent King rises from his drowned kingdom to claim a bride-one to love him, or die trying. None have survived. Until Ira. She was offered as a sacrifice, but Ira didn't come to beg or break. She came to bind. Born of ancient blood and forbidden knowledge, she's the only one who's ever looked the monster in the eyes-and smiled. But when desire turns feral and obsession coils around them like fate itself, one question remains: Can a girl cursed to save a beast survive loving one? ✨ A darkly seductive fantasy one-shot featuring a possessive immortal king, a defiant bride, and an intense smut-filled love story where magic, lust, and madness collide. --- 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 🔞

He was the kingdom's most desired prince-cold, arrogant, and untouchable. I was nothing more than a maid-ordinary, voiceless, and invisible. But when fate placed me in Prince Taehyung's path, my quiet life turned into a dangerous game of stolen glances, sharp words, and forbidden temptations. He was forbidden. I was beneath him. Yet the closer I got, the harder it became to resist the fire in his eyes. In a palace built on power, lies, and envy... loving the prince could be my greatest downfall.

"𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒉𝒊𝒎-𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔." "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤. 𝐒𝐨 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞." "𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝.𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫?" "𝐈 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈'𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞." --- SEO DAN, a North Korean general's daughter-fled from her forced wedding, only to accidentally cross the DMZ into South Korea. There, she encountered JEON JUNGKOOK, a cold and commanding chief officer, who should've arrested her... but instead chose to hide her. As Dan began healing Jungkook's broken soul, love quietly bloomed between them. Until fate struck again. Enter KIM TAEHYUNG, world's most feared mafia king-ruthless, vengeful, and dangerously obsessed. His hatred for Jungkook ran deep, and to destroy him, he took what Jungkook held dearest: Dan.

✦ ✦ Kang Arin is twenty, reckless, and carrying a death wish she pretends is a personality trait. Professor Kim Taehyung is thirty one, ice-cold, disciplined, and emotionally unavailable by design. When she slashes his tires, she expects rage, consequences, punishment. Instead, he says the one thing that shatters her, "You want me to punish you. You want me to prove I'm like everyone else who's hurt you. But I won't." She needs him to be the villain. He refuses to play the part. "You don't get to make me the villain of your story, Miss Kang." But when understanding blurs into fascination, and fascination slips int something far more dangerous, neither of them can escape the truth, The real danger isn't falling for the wrong person- It's falling for the right one at the worst possible time. Highlights Professor × Student Age Gap Dark Academia Slow-Burn Tension Morally Complicated Characters Emotionally Devastating Romance

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."

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 "