"I'm going to bury myself so deep inside you it will leave you feeling empty when I'm gone," He whispers breathlessly in my ear. I gulp feeling the arousal build between my thighs. •• Francesca Walsh, famously know as the "man-eater" in the underground world, earns money as a hired assassin, killing anyone the buyer desires. She's undefeated and unstoppable. That's until she meets Vincenzo Valentino, Don of the most powerful Italian Mafia. Will Francesca be able to assassinate Vincenzo while trying to find her parent's murderer? Or will she find herself falling for the most dangerous man on earth? Highest rankings... #1 femmefatale #1 Nonfiction #5 don #13 italian #3 vengeance #8 nonfiction REWRITING!!!

"Jungkook, you have to get married now!" his father's voice thundered through the grand mansion. Jungkook's jaw clenched as he glared at the older man. "Fine. But I will only marry Han Mirae-my girlfriend." His voice was sharp, unwavering. His father scoffed, shaking his head. "Jungkook, why don't you understand? She's nothing but a gold digger." But Jungkook refused to listen. Mirae was his choice, and no one could dictate his life. However, time had a way of unraveling illusions. As months passed, unbearable conflicts emerged between Jungkook and Mirae, revealing cracks in their so-called love. Lies, betrayal, and mistrust turned their relationship into a battlefield. "Fine, Father. I'll marry. But remember this-this marriage will only exist on paper." His words were cold, final. Little did he know, this one decision would entangle him in a fate he never anticipated. _________________________________________________ "J-Jungkook, please... trust me! I didn't do it!" Jane's voice trembled, fear evident in her eyes. Jungkook scoffed, his sharp gaze piercing through her. "First of all, stop crying." His voice was laced with venom, void of any sympathy. Jane swallowed hard, her vision blurry with unshed tears. "I-I'm s-sorry-" "Fvcking shut up. You talk too much." His patience snapped. Without another word, he grabbed her delicate jaw and crashed his lips onto hers with raw, unforgiving force. She was his now-whether she wanted to be or not.

✔️ COMPLETED VIEWER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. His name alone could end wars. JEON JUNGKOOK. A name that echoed in blood-soaked alleys and gold-laced corridors alike. The mere whisper of "Jeon" sent shivers down the spine of politicians, tycoons, and criminals alike. His enemies prayed not to see him; his allies prayed he wouldn't forget them. He isn't just the most powerful mafia in the country - he is power. He didn't order killings - he performed them. He didn't forgive - he forgot you ever existed. And when he snapped, cities burned. No court dared touch him. No woman could own him. No law could bind him. BECAUSE HE IS THE LAW. She was soft - too soft for his hands. Too gentle for his gaze. Too kind for his world. But he wanted her. No... he needed her. Y/N was everything Jeon Jungkook had never known he was missing. A college girl with eyes like prayer and a heart that forgave before it judged. She waved at children, fed stray cats, smiled at elders, and bowed at strangers. Her world was painted in light. He was dipped in blood. He saw her once, and never again was the same. Jungkook kept her. Like a secret. Like a possession. Like his last breath. She gave him peace, a strange stillness he didn't understand but refused to lose. She didn't argue. She listened. She stayed. She asked him one night in a quiet whisper, "Do you love me, Jungkook?" He smiled, eyes dark, brushing her cheek with fingers that had pulled triggers. "I'll stab you in your heart and kiss you while you're bleeding from your mouth, my precious. If this makes you feel that I love you... Then I love you so much." CLICK ON START READING FOR MORE...BECAUSE I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN ACHING FOR IT!

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭. . . . . . . . . . . Living in The Colony was all Josie knew. To the outside world it was a cult of brainwashed victims all under the spell of Kade Rogers, but to her it was home. That was up until a series of events that led up to her escape. If only fate wasn't so cruel as to lead her away from one monster and put her directly into the hands of another. Now, with a new sense of determination, Josie explores the world outside of The Colony and learns the hard way that trust is a dangerous weapon of destruction. Trying to lead a normal life starting college proves to be impossible after meeting Nico Blaine. He was everything she was suppose to stay away from. But when Josie lay's eyes on the tattooed beauty, she can't help it. What starts out as a innocent infatuation turns into a twisted tale of betrayal. .. . . . . . . . . . - Dark romance - Explicit sexual content - Mature themes - Criminal - Villain - Anti-hero #1 goodgirlxbadboy #1 darklove

Min Jane, a timid and quiet girl, transfers to Yonsei University, hoping for a fresh start. But her life takes a dark turn when she catches the attention of Jeon Jungkook-the university's heartless playboy and infamous bully. With his cruel smirk and merciless games, he makes her his favorite target, finding amusement in her helplessness. But as time passes, Jungkook starts to change. His torment turns possessive, his cold eyes flicker with something deeper. In a twisted game of hate and obsession, will Jane escape his grasp, or will she be the one to break the heart of the heartless? _________________________________________ "Jane who did this" he roared grabbing her jaw pulling her closer to his face their nose almost touching looking at her bruises on her face. "N-no j-jungkook i-its nothing" she said her voice trembled she felt a sting pain as he gripped her jaw tightly. Tears already threatened in her eyes "Don't fucking piss me off because as long as I know I didn't did this fucking tell me who did jane" he yelled making her flinch "N-no j-jungkook i-its n-nothing--" but she was cutted off by him in mid by his lips forcely pressing on hers he kissed her fiercely he was so mad it was driving him wild the way she shivered the way she trembled. He felt like she's a kind of treasure he wants to protect for all his life she was the same person he used to hate he wanted to hurt her he wanted to ruin her but in the end he ended up loving her Jungkook : "I hate myself that I love you but still I hate you ....." If you have already read the discription then come on dive in the story what you're waiting for and trust me you guys love it

In a new life where memories of the past flicker like fading embers, their paths collide once more, tangled in a web of fate and unresolved emotions. He, Jungkook, gazes at her with a stranger's eyes, his words cutting deeper than any blade: "Why don't you disappear from my life?" he yells, pinning her against the wall, his frustration a storm barely contained. Tears stream down her face as she whispers his name, "J-Jungkook..." Her trembling hands push against him, but his grip tightens, seizing her jaw. "You're not going to shut your mouth, right?" he growls, before crashing his lips onto hers in a fierce, frustrated kiss-a collision of anger, longing, and echoes from a love lost to another lifetime. As the weight of their past life unravels, Season 2 plunges into a whirlwind of passion and pain. She fights to awaken the bond they once shared, while he remains haunted by feelings he can't explain. New secrets threaten to tear them apart, and the ghosts of their former selves demand reckoning. Will this kiss be the spark that reignites their destiny, or the final fracture that severs them forever? The Book 2 of the young prince.......

Sicilian heiress Laila Fiorenza is ordered by her strict father to meet the Greek billionaire fiancé of her runaway twin sister in her stead in order to keep the Fiorenza's prestige intact. But can this prim and proper princess truly shoulder this sham of an arrangement as a substitute bride? *** The sweet and lovely Laila Fiorenza was groomed to be a perfect lady by her prestigious and noble Sicilian family. But what happens when she is given a task of a lifetime by her own father--to pretend to be her rebel twin sister and meet Nikos Pallis, the fiancé of the runaway Leila? Can she truly adjust from her sheltered life in the old town in Sicily for bustling New York as a substitute bride? Cover design by Rayne Mariano

1 in #India 12 in #arrangedmarriage "You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him. "I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin. "Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return. * Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand. But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn. As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness. #1 in chicklit #1 in forcedrelationship

The woods were silent, cloaked in mist and mystery. Twigs cracked beneath his boots as Jeon Jungkook walked with calculated steps, the chill of the forest matching the cold in his eyes. But something shifted-an instinct sharpened by years of distrust. He halted. There was someone behind him. In a blink, he turned and slammed the figure against a tree, one hand gripping the collar while the other drew a gleaming pocket knife from his coat. Its blade kissed the soft skin of the person's throat-threatening, precise, unflinching. His cold gaze met wide, terrified eyes. It was her. But he didn't move. His expression remained carved in stone-emotionless and cruel. The knife stayed near her neck as his breath hitched, not from shock, but from something darker. "Why the f*ck are you following me?" he growled, his voice low and venom-laced. "I-I... y-young m-master, I-I was a-afraid t-to stay there a-alone... t-that's why I f-followed y-you..." she stammered, her voice trembling like the rest of her. Fear shimmered in her eyes-but he didn't care. He didn't flinch. Instead, with no warning, no mercy, he leaned in and crashed his lips onto hers-rough, demanding, and overpowering. It wasn't love. It wasn't gentle. It was a storm. prince x maid