Just A Bit Lethal Book 1 (The Wicked Game Series) Can a man who doesn't feel learn to fall in love? "They call him a sociopath. They say he feels nothing. So why do I struggle to breathe when he looks at me?" The Setup: Joong Archen Aydin (Turkish) agrees to fake dating his billionaire boss Sky Wongravee Nateetorn in Istanbul to help him dodge a forced marriage in his boss's home country Thailand. And also find out who wants to kill his boss. The Catch: The boss's family is a ruthless mafia clan, and a deadly coup is in motion. The Problem: The main suspect is Naravit "Pond" Lertratkosum his boss's half-brother, a cold, dangerously attractive man who treats lives like a game of chess. Joong knows Pond is a threat. He knows Pond might plan to kill them all. But when the trap is set and blood starts to flow, Joong has no one else to rely on. Trapped together on the run, a normal life fades away. Lost in a whirlwind of strong desire, trauma, and desperate survival, Joong becomes completely hooked on the dark, toxic protection of a man who can't love but will destroy everything to keep him alive. A dark MM mafia romance with fake dating, intense hurt/comfort, and an emotionally stunted anti-hero who discovers his singular obsession..

" we met again may be cuz we are DESTINED ....don't you think so...." " you told me you were just with me cuz of my money...now i'm willing to give all my money in return of the whole you...and if you ever tried to run away from me ever again i'll caged you up and i'll make sure to DESTROY you..." -BRIGHT - suicide - smut - trigger - top BRIGHT - bottom WIN - self harm -abusing

*** As children, Sky and Nani were abandoned to a cruel orphanage where survival meant silencing your cries. In that nightmare, they built a safe world in each other's arms, a fragile refuge against the darkness. But fate tore them apart. Sky was adopted into a wealthy family. Nani was dragged into the dreaded "Red Room," sold into another hell where cruelty became his only reality. Years of abuse, loss, and blood hardened Nani into someone unrecognizable - cold, guarded, breathing but not living. He survived when others didn't, carrying their memories like scars he refused to let heal. At eighteen, Nani enters university, admired for his beauty but feared for his silence. No one dares approach him - until Sky. Against all odds, Sky finds him again, alive but changed beyond recognition. The boy who once clung to him now looks through him as if they never knew each other. But Sky refuses to let go. He's certain beneath the walls and shadows, Nani still exists - the boy who once made life bearable. This time, Sky will fight to bring him back... even if Nani has forgotten how to be saved. But, In the ashes of trauma, can love still be found?... *** ⚠️Mention of Sexual assult & Abuse. Please be mindful before you read.. ***

One night of heat. No names. No faces. Pete was left with a note, some money-and a baby growing inside him. Months later, he's a single Omega raising his pup alone... until the Alpha who changed everything walks back into his life. Vegas doesn't recognize him. But he wants him. He offers Pete a deal: become his **exclusive bed partner** in exchange for a better life for Macau-security, luxury, respect. Pete agrees-for his child. Now they live under the same roof. Desire simmers. Boundaries blur. And the truth? Still waiting to be revealed.

The sun was blazing in the scorching afternoon of Rajasthan. The golden sands of the Thar Mountains, stretching far and wide, seemed like a burning pan. A sob pierced the endless silence. Nineteen-year-old Ishu, whose innocent and delicate complexion seemed unsuited to this harsh desert, ran with all his might. His soft, white feet sank into the hot sand with every step, slowing his pace. Beads of sweat slid down his forehead and into his eyes, but he had no time to stop. He wanted to run-far away, where no one could find him. Just then, a heavy, authoritative voice echoed from behind, shaking the desert air. "Stop, baby... this is no place to hide." The voice belonged to Rudra Pratap Rathore. A name synonymous with fear and power in this Thar region. Ishu's steps froze. When he looked back, his soul trembled. Dozens of black gypsies, kicking up dust, stood in a semicircle, as if a hunter had surrounded his prey. In the center of them stood Rudra-steadfast, calm, and dangerous. Ishu was panting heavily, his chest heaving with fear and exhaustion. He had thought he would escape this captivity, but he was alone in this vast desert. Rudra took a long, steady walk. The sound of the sand crunching beneath his boots became the thump of Ishu's heart. In the blink of an eye, Rudra wrapped his hand around Ishu's slender waist and held him in his steely arms. "Leave me... let me go!" Ishu tried to scream, pounding his chest with his small hands, but his voice was muffled by fatigue. Rudra leaned close to his ear and took a deep, calm breath. His grip tightened, but his tone was calm। "Enough... calm down now. You've played enough," Rudra said, caressing her cheek. "Come on, let's go home now." 'Home'-for Ishu, the word no longer meant comfort, but rather a beautiful cage. Rudra practically picked her up in his arms and started toward the zip. Only Rudra's shoe prints remained on the desert sand; Ishu's footsteps had already been erased by the wind.

Nani never imagined that marrying Sky would mean stepping into a life where love and hatred were impossible to separate. Sky was the kind of man people feared without needing an explanation-cold, ruthless, unpredictable, and far too comfortable with the darker parts of himself. He didn't know how to love normally, and Nani learned that the hard way. With Sky, affection came tangled with jealousy, arguments, possessiveness, and an obsession that refused to stay hidden. What began with resentment slowly became something neither of them knew how to control. Nani hated the way Sky could get under his skin, hated how easily one look from him could ruin his mood, and hated even more that his heart never seemed to listen when his mind screamed to stay away. Sky, meanwhile, became dangerously attached to the one person who never treated him like a monster worth fearing. Nani challenged him, fought with him, insulted him, walked away from him-and somehow always found his way back. Their relationship was messy, toxic, ridiculous, and at times painfully dark. There were no perfect promises or soft fairytales waiting for them. There were mistakes, jealousy, broken trust, possessive tempers, stupid arguments, stolen kisses, and two stubborn idiots who refused to admit how deeply they had fallen. Somewhere between all the chaos, Sky began to realize that keeping Nani wasn't the same as being loved by him. Because obsession could make you hold someone tighter. But love? Love had to make them choose to stay. And perhaps that was the most dangerous thing Sky ever learned-that after everything they had done to each other, Nani still had the freedom to walk away. And he still chose to stay. Their story was never meant to be sweet. It was meant to be dark, complicated, a little fucked up, and entirely theirs. "You keep calling me dangerous like you aren't the one who keeps walking closer."

He got up, strode to Saint's desk, crouched down in front of him as he ruffled Saint's hair, and grinned so wide it practically lit up the room. "Good morning, puppy face." Saint's head snapped up, his eyes wide. That nickname-it had been years since he'd heard it. AKA Saint went through hell and came back, where Shin was prepared to give him hell, not knowing what he had gone through. Sometimes people are so alone that they have no one to tell them, 'It's not your fault.' I didn't have anyone. So, here I am, with another Saint Shin fic to share with those who've gone through similar experiences, to let you know, "It's not your fault." A lot of trigger warnings, including non-descriptive rape mentions, suicide, self-harm, trauma, assault...etc.

Kim Taehyung is the untouchable king of the underworld-a man who owns power, fear, and death itself. When desire strikes him, he does not chase. He takes. Jeon Jungkook is nothing more than a poor boy trying to survive, working himself to exhaustion to keep his ill mother alive. One night, his fragile world is torn apart when he is kidnapped and dragged into Taehyung's ruthless reality. Taehyung offers him a deal wrapped in silk and blood: his mother's life-in exchange for Jungkook's freedom. Bound by a contract he never wanted, Jungkook agrees to a marriage built on obsession, not love. While Taehyung's possessive desire deepens into something dangerously tender, Jungkook's heart fractures under fear, guilt, and unreturned love. As secrets unravel, betrayal surfaces, and an unforgiving illness slowly claims Jungkook's body, the line between ownership and devotion blurs. Taehyung, who has ruled death all his life, is forced to confront the one thing he cannot control- losing the person he thought he owned. In a world where love was bought, not given, some contracts are paid in blood, and some love stories are never meant to survive. #2 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝟓𝟎.𝟔𝐤(𝟖/𝟐𝟔/𝟐𝟔) #3 in bts fanfic (3/28/26) Warning : This story contains dark and psychological themes. Reader discretion is advised. Doesn't contain rape, cheating, explicit graphic content etc.

Gemini Norawit grew up unloved - ignored by his parents, hated by his sister, and treated like he didn't deserve to exist. But Fourth Nattawat saw him. And once he saw him, he wanted him. To the world, Fourth is the cold, feared ruler of the underworld. To Gemini, he is a nightmare dressed as devotion, claiming him, owning him, breaking him in every way he disobeys. Gemini hates him. But Fourth? He loves him in the only way he knows - dark, twisted, possessive. He can hurt him. He can punish him. But he will never let him go. Because in a world full of monsters, the boy who never knew love... has become the most precious thing Fourth Nattawat will destroy everything to keep.

Wang Yibo was born with everything - wealth, power, and a legacy that could crush anyone who defied him. But the one thing he never had was a heart to love. And so, when the woman he'd waited for betrayed him with a poor student, Yibo's pride shattered. What began as humiliation soon turned into vengeance, century's most cruelest one. Xiao Zhan never expected his love to cost him everything, but it did. His freedom, his dreams, even his right to decide his own fate were all gone, replaced by the suffocating control of a man who wore authority like a crown and cruelty like a second skin. Seems like a cliché plot, right? But what if revenge was never the real reason? What if the truth behind Yibo's wrath ran deeper and much darker than anyone could imagine? And what if every move, every heartbreak, every ruin had been planned from the very start? Well, sometimes, love isn't what's written in the story - 'It's what's buried beneath it.'