"Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

when an already overstimulated medical student Bae Nari bumps into a weird looking ass man the day of her attempt, she is weirded out of that idea, goes home only to wake up in an entirely new reality where vampires exist? what the f-k?!! © All rights reserved DO NOT COPY OR STEAL MY IDEA. this is all my writing, all characters except the obvious (straykids and other real people) are mine. please remember that this is all fictional. nothing mentioned it real. The straykids members are just name and face and do not even know this exists. they do not act like the following characters so please do not hate on them for my writing (I don't wanna be sued or spread hate for these lovely peope) thank you and enjoy! -Aesviella

STRAY KIDS X READER PLEASE READ THIS ENTIRE NOTE AND UNDERSTAND THE TAGS. THIS FIC STARTS VERY ROUGH. It's definitely not for the faint of heart and contains BDSM and mild NC You just really didn't know what you were getting into when you decided to take them up on their offer... ROUGH 18+!! CNC and BDSM. This is my very first fanfic so feel free to leave critiques. This is a work of FICTION where the female reader gets to sleep with the members of Stray Kids while traveling with them on tour, without any slut shaming. While there's a lot of story and some nice sex, there's also some very rough stuff in this work, especially at first: sub reader, a couple of non-consent scenes, double penetration and a lot of spanking - so please DNI if you have problems with any of that. Again, this is a FANTASY, and in no way am I actually attributing these attitudes or actions to the men who are mentioned here. They are merely used as characters in a fantasy. Because they are hot. As fuck.

"A ruthless gangster kidnaps a rising K-pop idol to cover her tracks. But as their worlds collide in the shadows, secrets unfold, trust is shattered, and love finds them in the crossfire." She was feared - cold, calculating, and untouchable in the underworld. He was adored - a radiant K-pop idol whose smile melted millions. When a twist of fate threw them together, it was supposed to be a hostage situation, nothing more. But days turned to weeks, and banter turned into stolen glances. Behind locked doors and guarded hearts, something fragile bloomed. She a criminal -28 years old -ruthless, sharp-tongued, and dangerously smart; a woman shaped by fire and betrayal, who trusts no one and fears even less. He's 27-a sunshine soul wrapped in charm and mischief, the beloved face of a global K-pop group - BTS- whose smile hides scars deeper than fame could ever heal. Step into a world where chaos kisses charm, danger dances with innocence - and when fire meets spring, even the coldest hearts begin to burn.🔥 #rank 12 in endings 10/8/25 #rank 4 in endings 18/8/25 #rank 28 in KTHff 19/9/25

1 year. 1 girl. And the 7 men who own her heart. When she applied for the job, she thought she'd just be teaching in South Korea and getting a fresh start. Little did she know, she'd be signing up to shred her soul into seven little pieces. Best rankings: #1 in romancefanfiction #1 in polyamory #1 in OT7 #1 in reverseharem #1 in taehyung #1 in seokjin #1 in jin #1 in suga #1 in btsromance _____________ -reverse harem -strong language -sex & sexual situations -alcohol usage -sexual assault -kinks -angst -fluff This story is for readers 18+

Serin didn't mean to run away. She just didn't know what else to do. A broken relationship, a betrayal she never saw coming, and parents who refused to hear her side, left her with nothing but a suitcase and a job offer at JYP. She expects the worst. Instead she gets seven boys who fold her into their chaos like she's always belonged, and Chan, their leader and producer who keeps leaning too close, speaking too softly, and looking at her like she's something he wants to protect. But Serin's past isn't through with her. When her ex shows up, when lies resurface, when her world starts to crumble again... she realizes safety isn't always a place. Sometimes it's a person. ************** book 1 out 8 in my skz series

Bang Chan isn't just a cold and dangerous mafia boss, he's the kind of man people whisper about, the one even other gangs fear. When a deal with a rival family goes wrong, he decides to send a message. His men (members) snatch Jung Mi‑rae, the rival boss's daughter, off the streets and drag her into his world. Mi‑rae wakes up in a locked, luxurious penthouse, silk curtains, city lights, and a man with sharp eyes watching her like a predator. She fights him, spits venom, swears she'll never talk. But Chan doesn't shout or threaten; he toys with her, calm and cold, his quiet voice somehow more terrifying than a gun. For Chan, she's supposed to be leverage, nothing more. But her fire, her refusal to break, makes him want her in ways that could ruin them both. In a world built on blood and betrayal, their connection is a dangerous mistake... one they can't seem to stop making.

"You disgust me. Stay out of my sight, maid's girl." He spat those words at her when she was only twelve - barefoot, trembling, and too poor to even exist in his perfect world. He didn't just humiliate her. He shattered her. Now, seven years later, Y/n Jung is quiet, invisible, and broken in places no one sees. Her mother still works as a maid in his mansion. And she still flinches at the sound of his name. Kim Taehyung, the cold-blooded heir to a billion-dollar empire, used to loathe the sight of her. She was the dirt beneath his shoes - the kind of girl who didn't deserve to breathe his air. But now... He can't stop watching her. She's older. Still terrified. Still silent. And it drives him insane. Because the girl he once hated for being weak and poor is now the one thing he craves. Not with love. But with obsession. "You think I'm still the boy who hated you? I've changed. Now I want to own you." ---

Stray Kids, though soaring in fame, are struggling under pressure-scandals, malicious rumors, sasaeng invasions, and exhausting schedules. After a particularly bad incident involving a misreported dating scandal and online hate, their agency assigns them a new manager: Lee Areum, a sharp, kind-hearted, but tough former PR officer known for "cleaning up" chaotic idol cases.

Sunhi, a café owner, begins to notice Seungmin, a quiet stranger who visits her café each morning, ordering the same iced americano with vanilla. Seungmin leaves behind small, heartfelt notes with each visit, sparking a connection neither expected. As Sunhi collects his sweet compliments, their shy glances and brief moments begin to grow into something more.