ខ្ញុំ Yang Jungwon ! នៅក្មេងស្អាតឆ្លាត មានសង្សារម្នាក់ជាប្រុសសង្ហាខ្ញុំស្រលាញ់គាត់! គាត់ជារបស់ខ្ញុំ! តែគាត់ក្បត់ខ្ញុំទៅស្រឡាញ់មិត្តគាត់!ហើយខ្ញុំក្បត់គាត់ទៅញ៉ែសង្សាររបស់មិត្តគាត់..ចប់។ Love Toxic 1

ខ្ញុំ Kim Sunoo! ល្អគួរឲ្យស្រឡាញ់! អ្វីដែលមាន សង្សារ! គូដណ្តឹង! មិត្ត! តែ (មិត្តខ្ញុំស្រលាញ់សង្សារខ្ញុំ!) (សង្សាខ្ញុំស្រលាញ់ខ្ញុំ!) ( ខ្ញុំស្រលាញ់គូដណ្តឹងខ្ញុំ! ) (គូដណ្ដឹងខ្ញុំស្រលាញ់មិត្តខ្ញុំ!) ចប់។ Love Toxic 2

ខ្ញុំ Sim Jaeyun! ស្ងៀមនិងស្ងាត់! សព្វថ្ងៃលួចស្រលាញ់សង្សារមិត្តភក្តិ! ខ្ញុំស្រលាញ់គេ! ខ្ញុំដឹង! មិត្តខ្ញុំដឹង! តែគេមិនដឹង! ចប់។ Love Toxic 3

ខ្ញុំ PARK SUNGWOO ! ដំណើរជីវិតខ្ញុំអាចមើលមកសោកសៅនិងគួរឲ្យអាណិតតែប៉ុណ្ណឹងមិនទាន់ចប់ទេ។ ធ្លាប់ឃើញទំនាក់ទំនងម្តាយចុងនិងកូនដើមល្អខុសធម្មតាអត់? ខ្ញុំគិតថាចួបមនុស្សស្រីចំ្រដែលហើយ។ Love toxic 4

BOOK #1 His eyes flickered, but his gaze on the laptop's screen remained constant, an unsettling feeling taking over him as he stared at the man in the screen with a burning gaze. "I'll claim you one day, love," he whispered, determination clearly present in his tone of voice. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I absent mindedly tapped my fingers on the table, trying to fight the sleep taking over me, I had to finish the work I was given or else my brother would beat me up, I practically inhaled the cup of coffee at once trying to push the sleep out of my eyes and as if to make the situation any worser than it already was, my absolute fucking nightmare walked in. "Hey," he said, that cocky ass smug smile never leaving his face. "Leave me alone you fucking roach, what do you want now?", I hissed while rolling my eyes. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hey guys, this book is gonna be different from my other book since i wanted to try something new, i hope u enjoy it tho :) Warning⚠️: contains vilonce, insane amount of cursing, harassment and much more MAIN SHIP: MEANIE/MINWON 🐶🐈‍⬛ SIDE SHIPS: SEOKSOO🍕🦌 JUNHAO 🐱🐸 SHIPS THAT ARE MENTIONED IN THE STORY: JEONGCHEOL😇🐺 SOONHOON 🐯🍚 VERKWAN🐢🍊 Book #1 of Fate Series ☆《RANKINGS》☆ #1 in mingyuxwonwoo #1 in svtships #2 in junhao #3 in meanie #3 in minwon #3 in mingyu #5 in jeonwonwoo #7 in wonwoo #10 in black cat #10 in golden retriever #10 in jisoo #12 in seokmin #13 in junhui

BOOK #1 "I'm not just a pretty face, Seungcheol. Underestimate me at your own risk." Jeonghan glared at Seungcheol, stepping into his personal space. "You might be a model, but you've just walked into a whole new kind of runway - my world." Seungcheol husked out as he grabbed Jeonghan's jaw, tilting his head up and connecting their lips. One year, without a single slip-up. That's all Seungcheol needs - a marriage of convenience to divert media attention and stabilize his company. But what he didn't anticipate were the distractions Jeonghan would bring into his meticulously controlled life. The real catch? Convincing Jeonghan, the boy he once rejected in high school, to agree to this arrangement. Can they survive a year of this delicate dance, or will old wounds and new sparks complicate their plan?

BOOK #2 They say love heals scars, but Seokmin's scars were lessons-bitter reminders that twisted him into a creature of darkness. His life was a series of brutal lessons that shaped him into someone who burns with an unquenchable fire. Protecting his brother-in-law's assistant was both his best and worst decision, a choice that bound him to Joshua in ways he could never escape. Joshua was his-body, mind, and soul. His to break, reshape, and claim. No one could alter that, not Joshua, not even Seokmin himself. Seokmin's voice was low, his breath hot against Joshua's skin as he spoke, "I've never craved anyone as much as I crave you." Joshua's eyes were wet with fear as he tried to pull away. "You don't love me. You're just obsessed. Let me go." Seokmin's grip tightened as he leaned in, pressing his lips to Joshua's in a kiss both tender and demanding. "I'll let you go," he whispered against Joshua's lips, "but only when my soul is ripped from this body. And even then, who knows? Maybe we're bound beyond this life."

BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.

BOOK #4 He didn't walk into my life - he bled into it. Like smoke curling under locked doors, like rot blooming behind a smile. They say the Devil knocks. But Soonyoung never needed to. He found the cracks in me, the ones I sealed with silence and stitched with obedience, and whispered through them like a hymn - dark, low, addictive. He calls me little heart, like I'm something fragile he plans to keep broken. And I keep coming back, not because I'm brave - but because I've forgotten the taste of salvation. And damnation, when it wears his face, feels almost holy. ---- I never wanted heaven. Too clean. Too quiet. Give me the boy who flinches at kindness and claws at cruelty like it's the only language he knows. Give me Jihoon. My little heart with iron in his spine and rot tucked behind his ribs. He thinks he can outrun the dark - sweet thing hasn't realized I am the dark. And I've already wrapped my hands around his throat, not to hurt him - but to make sure he never leaves. He prays. I answer. Every time, in blood, in fire, in a love so sharp it cuts both ways.