"You monster!" she yelled, her voice trembling with rage and desperation. "What did you do to my father?" Taehyung gripped her shoulders and pressed her against the couch, hovering above her. Y/N struggled, cursing him for her father's condition. "Agree to marry me, or he will die," Taehyung said coldly. "You're a heartless monster," Y/N spat, tears streaming down her face. "If you want to save him," Taehyung continued, his voice unyielding, "you need to agree. Your father has been poisoned, and only I have the antidote." Y/N's world shattered at his words. She was trapped, with no choice but to comply with his demands to save her father. The reality of her situation sank in, and she knew she had to agree to his terms, no matter how much she despised him. ~~~ Two souls bounded by hate. Found solace in each other. Dear readers, Welcome to my latest story.and get ready to dwell into the dark Mistry, obsession and dark love story. This tale includes every nerve wrecking scene which will give you shivers till your bones . Happy reading. Started : jul~15~2024 Completed : sep~28~2024

I want to kiss her so bad. Her face is right there, infront of me and those eyes fuck me. I grabbed her chin pulling her head up. She's looking at me. I lean down placing my hand on her waist and pulling her in. We're pressed against each other now and she smells so fucking good my heart can barely take it. "I've wanted to do this for a long time". I whispered above her whisper inching her closer and a whimper escaped her lips. "May I". I asked and she nods her head before I slam my lips right over hers. Taking in her scent. Her lips are so soft. The soft moans she's letting. Fuck. She makes insane. [Grumpy x sunshine] ♡♡♡♡ "I'd risk my soul for her" ♡♡♡♡ Seventy days -started: Friday 8 July -finished: Saturday 29th july ♡♡♡♡♡♡ Enjoy..... <3

🔞 [completed] A love so 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱...it justifies 𝘀𝗶𝗻. ❝𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝘮𝘺 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵. ❞ Highest Rankings: ♛ #1 fanfiction ♛ #1 matureaudience ♛ #1 jeonjungkook Copyright © 2022 Marie-Clarie

𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙡, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘭, 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘒𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢. [Book 1, 2, & 3 Combined] ♢ ♛ ♢ ❝𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥?❞ My voice trembles, trying hard to hold in my tears. ❝𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥?❞ Jungkook sneers, as he finally turns his attention towards me. ❝𝐎𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞.❞ The loving and gentleness of the eyes that used to make me feel the most safest had become vicious. His eyes looks soul-less. Nothing but pitch black icy eyes, starring right at me. No signs of remorse or pity. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. »»𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 «« Highest Rankings: ♛ #1 darklove ♛ #1 jeonjungkook ♛ #1 parkjimin ♛ #1 jungkookxreader ♛ #1 toxicrelationship ♛ #1 lovetriangle ♛ #2 kimtaehyung ♛ #23 jungkooksmut Published: May 2021 Completed: Jan 2022 Copyright © 2021 Marie-Clarie

New college, new friends, and a new life. What a great way to start fresh. Getting to have a relaxing time all by myself. At least that what I thought, until I figured out that the person living next to me is CRAZY LOUD! He stays up till past midnight and is never considerate of other people around him! I was able to ignore him for a couple of minutes, but now, I'm fed up with it. I'll just go knock on his door and tell him to shut up.... And what happened next, you'll never believe. - WARNING: There will be cursing, sexual humor, sexual topics, angst, and a gay couple (not telling you who it is though) discussed in this book!!!! - Written in first person - Copyright © WeirdBTSARMY | 2018

[COMPLETED] "So I'm not fired?" I stupidly ask. He pinches his chin and hums, his eyebrows furrowing dangerously. "Oh that's right... I could fire you for this, couldn't I?" A nervous gag gets trapped in my throat as my body stiffens and fingernails dig deep into my clammy palms... "Nah... I want to keep you for a while. But let this be a warning. The next time you kick me in the face, I will NOT be in such a generous mood." 「 In which Kim Taehyung is your strange, secretive and possessive boss. 」 「 ROMCOM + DRAMA + ANGST 」 ❄️ (Please remember that this was my first ever story & I was quite young, so the content can be dated and I made plenty of mistakes. My work is much more refined now so feel free to visit my other stories. 🤍) ⚠️ DO NOT PLAGIARISE, RENOVATE OR ADAPT MY BOOKS!! I WILL FIND OUT AND YOU WILL BE REPORTED! ⚠️ © -kimtaesan ✓

They say his name in whispers. Uzair is not a man you look at for too long. Not a man you question. Not a man you cross. While Rehman Dakait rules the streets, Uzair walks beside him - ruthless, feared, untouchable. Violence follows him like a shadow. Loyalty is earned in blood. Mercy is a language he does not speak. Until her. Ayra was never meant to stand in his world. She doesn't belong to the gunshots, the politics, or the power games. She believes in softness where others believe in fear. The world knows Uzair as a monster. But in quiet moments, when the city sleeps and the chaos fades, he lowers his voice for only one person. This is not a story about politics. This is not a story about war. It is about the most dangerous man in the room... and the only girl who was never afraid to look him in the eyes. Feared by all. Soft for one.

When the fearless RAW agent and the Classic Arrogant CEO cross paths, their worlds collide in a clash of duty and desire. She's willing to do anything, even kill or be killed, for her country, while he's accustomed to getting his way in the corporate world. Their unexpected encounter sparks a rollercoaster of emotions in his heart.

She came to the enemy country with a purpose- not to be seen, not to be known, and definitely not to be remembered. Iqra Amir, the 23-year-old daughter of diplomat Qadir Amir, arrives in Karachi with only two things she trusts- her faith and her mission. She has crossed borders not for politics, but for women. Girls who vanish without noise. Women whose cries dissolve into the dark veins of Lyari. And every breadcrumb of truth, every whispered name, every tremor in the victims' stories leads to one man- Rehman Dakait. While the world fears him, Iqra prepares to face him. Silent, steady, unshaken. But fate plays dirty. Because before she ever reaches Rehman, she collides with a man she has never heard of- a man who is not used to being unknown. Uzair Baloch. Second-in-command. Shadow of Lyari. The kind of danger that doesn't need to raise his voice- his silence is enough. Their first meeting is nothing like destiny. Just a question in the wind, a dupatta fighting the Karachi breeze, a name spoken in an accent he can't place. "Kon ho aap?" "Iqra... Iqra hain hum." She walks away without fear. He watches her without understanding why. She thinks he's a man guarding crates at the port. He thinks she's a foreigner who doesn't belong anywhere near Lyari. Neither knows the truth about the other. Neither knows how tightly their paths will tangle. Neither knows that the enemy country has already placed them on the same chessboard. Iqra is here to expose the darkness. Uzair is born from it. And when the storm finally breaks, only one question will matter- Is she his weakness, or is she the one woman strong enough to walk into Lyari and walk out alive?