𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤: 1(𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒) [ 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 🕊.⋆] 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧~ "𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧" he whispered a promise dressed as permission. "𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴." He never touched her. Not even once. Cause he never needed to. His presence behind the shadows of darkness was enough to be a living nightmare beneath her skin. She was nothing but a fleeting flicker of innocence in a room full of wolves until she caught the eyes of Kim Taehyung. A single name that has whispered fear across the nations. A cold-blooded ruler of the Seoul underground. He doesn't love. He owns. He consumes. His obsession isn't passion- it's control sharpened to a blade stalking her every heartbeat. He wasn't a human being. He was darkness personified. And she? A prey caught in his corrupted web. This isn't a love story. It's slow possession. And she wasn't the heroine but rather a holy offering.

❝ 𝐈𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡. ❞ Every story tells us to look for a hero. Someone who loves gently, who stays, who protects, who knows when to let go. And then there is the villain, the one who loves like hunger, who clings as if she is the last breath he will ever take. But some stories are born without heroes. Only two broken men, each calling their desire love, each certain she belongs to them. And she? Standing between their wanting, watching her dreams thin into sacrifices, her life bent into choices she never asked to make, her sanity flickers like a candle in borrowed air. What do you call a love story where love does not save- It only takes?

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 - 2 [ 𝐇𝐃𝐃 ] • 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.~ People think lies are loud, messy things that collapse under their own weight. They're wrong. The most effective distortions are gentle. A word placed too carefully. A pause held too long. A silence allowed to bloom where answers should have been. "I never shattered anything" "I rearranged."

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 1 - [ 𝐇𝐃𝐃 ] • 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭.~ ❝The world had forgotten who Kim Taehyung really was for a while. He smiled - four and a half times, maybe - and just like that, people started to believe he had transformed. That the monster was tamed. That the Devil himself had repented. What they forgot was this - he only ever put up with them because of her. 𝓘𝓷𝓪. ❞ 𝐈𝐧𝐚, the girl of calloused toes and wounded heart. A ballerina who moved through life with quiet grace and repressed pain. Gentle, sweet, soft-spoken-but burning with silent fury. Mistreated, passed over and ever aspiring to the idea of being wanted, her kindness was not weakness, it was survival. A girl who gave love, even when she bled for it. And 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠? He was never the hero. Cold, calculating, and cruel. His silence made more noise than even chaos. Even the underworld feared him-but for good reason. He didn't merely kill; he erased. And, in this cruel, demented world, Ina was his only weak point. The one constellation in his black sky. The only soft breeze in his storm. So what happens when a girl who aches to be chosen encounters a man who only knows how to claim? But when he took on a softness she believed was love.... was it really? Was she ever his saviour, or simply the only thing he couldn't get? But karma is a harsh, and villains don't get happy endings ... right? 》》》》》》》》》》《《《《《《《《《 Dive into it to explore the Villain's love and how it leads him to an unending agonizing fate. ☆Slow burn ☆Age Gap ☆manipulative male lead Trigger warning ⚠️: Some scenes will be excessively brutal , so read at your own risk. Cover by @user_thv

"Let me go... please. I don't want to stay here..." Her sobs broke through every word, her fear raw and uncontrollable as the world she knew slipped further out of reach. "In your dreams, princess." He smirked, dark and unapologetic, his gaze trapping hers in place. "I am your fate, your destiny. You're mine. My obsessive love." The way he said it felt final, like something already decided... something she could never escape. ------------------------------- Who is Kim Taehyung? A gangster? No. A mafia boss? Not even close. He is The Kim Taehyung - the most feared criminal to ever walk this earth. Every mafia lord, underworld leader, and global crime ring bows to him. Even politicians and law enforcement stay silent in his shadow. He rules his empire - The Kim Empire - not with respect, but with fear. One mistake, and your body might not even be recognizable enough to bury. His very presence screams power, dominance, wealth... and absolute submission. But will she submit? ------------------------------- Who is Y/N Sharma? A baker. A student. A girl whose world once smelled of sugar, warmth, and fresh bread. Her hands were meant for piping frosting, not trembling in fear. Her eyes were meant to study books, not the cold cruelty of the underworld. Soft-hearted, gentle, and full of light - she lived in a world of ordinary dreams. Until fate pushed her into his. Now, the girl who created sweetness with her hands is trapped in the grip of a man who knows nothing but darkness. She was never meant to cross paths with him. But she did. And now, she belongs to him. ---------------------------- Will she soften the monster's heart? Or will she be consumed, piece by piece, in the dark web of Kim Taehyung's obsessive love? ---------------------------- Hello readers! This is my first dark romance story. If you love possessive male leads, intense obsession, and twisted love- please give this book a try and support me! Your votes and comments mean the world ❣️

"𝖡𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎."

A silhouette. There. At the edge of her bed, no more than three feet away, seated on the only chair in the room. She blinked again. No. But there he was. Kim Taehyung. In her room. At 3:30 in the morning. Sitting too still, too comfortably-as if this were his space. The shadows danced around him, painting sharp lines along the ridges of his cheekbones, and his legs were crossed leisurely like he had been here for a while. And in his lap- Her dress. The dress. The one she bought after her first paycheck. A muted blush satin, simple, elegant... but expensive enough that she had hesitated for ten minutes before buying it. His long fingers were brushing the hem of it now, slow and possessive, like he was cataloguing its texture just to make her feel something. Y/N's mouth parted, but no sound came. She sat up slowly, blanket clutched to her chest. Her skin flushed with cold and confusion. "How-how did you come in?" He looked at her then. Eyes narrowing ever so slightly, as if she had asked the wrong question. "Your lock," he said, matter-of-fact. "Is a joke." She stared. His tone didn't change, but his gaze darkened, sharpening like a hunter with too much time. "You're practically inviting predators." He rose slowly-uncrossing those long legs, setting the dress down on the bed beside her, silk whispering across her sheets. Then, with the careful pace of a man completely sure of his control, he walked toward her. She didn't move. Couldn't. Taehyung crouched next to the bed. The distance between them collapsed in an instant. His nose brushed her cheek. His breath fanned across her neck. Then- "To rape you," Updates: 12AM ⚠️ Soft hearted, emotionally weak, cry easily, easily overwhelmed by emotions, believes in good in people, loves too deeply, too quickly, feels guilt like storm, breaks at smallest emotional roller coaster, f*cking stay away from this specific book! [Please read the HEAVY WARNING before continuing, you need your mental health, trust me!]

🩸 YAKUZA'S DIRGE- "A dirge is a funeral hymn, and his love was a slow, brutal mourning-not for her death, but her freedom." "Do you know why I keep you locked up?" Her breath hitched. Her fingers curled against his chest - hesitantly, reverently - and oh god. The feel of him. Hard. Unforgiving. A wall of heat under her trembling hands. His chest was broad, every muscle taut beneath the thin shirt, his pecs shifting as he breathed - not shallowly, but deeply. Controlled. His teeth grazed her cheek. A bite. Gentle. Carnal. Her lips parted. A broken breath fell from her. Then a whisper - from him. "Hmm?" She shook her head. Too slow. Too dazed. His hand slipped lower, finally, cupping her waist - his palm large enough to cage her, thumb brushing just beneath the curve of her ribs while his other arm remained hooked around her back. Not pinning. Holding. Pulling. She was caged. Held flush to him. Nothing between them but her open robe and his clothed chest. But even then, the heat bled through. He bent again - lower this time. His lips kissed the corner of her jaw. Not sweetly. Possessively. Then he whispered something so sinful, so deliberate, it felt like it was made of oil and ash and honey: "Because if even one man saw you like this... he'd forget his god. He'd fuck his name out of your mouth and never ask if you were promised." Her thighs trembled. Her hand fisted in the fabric at his chest - not to resist. To survive the feeling. He dragged his lips to her jaw again. Her ear. He didn't press them to her skin. He simply hovered. Teased. Waited. She could barely breathe. Her body shook in his hands, her inner thighs slick with her own arousal, every nerve burning like she was being readied for slaughter. Then-her voice. Small. Too soft for anyone else to hear. But he was not anyone. "...But I already attracted the worst kind." His head stilled. Eyes lowered to her again. She swallowed. Then added-"Didn't I?"

✔️ COMPLETED VIEWER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. She looked up at Jungkook - and what she saw in his gaze made her tremble. It wasn't anger. It wasn't even lust. It was something worse. It was DEVOTION. That sick, terrifying kind of devotion that would burn down the heavens and rip apart the earth - just to keep her here, in his hands, in his world. His thumb traced her lower lip lightly. "You're so beautiful, darling," he murmured, voice low, hoarse. "So fucking beautiful it hurts to look at you." Y/N swallowed hard, a sharp ache blooming in her chest. Because he meant it. In his own twisted way - he meant every word. Her fingers curled tighter around Juhyun's tiny body as she whispered, "Jungkook..." He leaned in, breath mingling with hers, forehead dipping against hers briefly. Juhyun babbled happily between them, oblivious to the adult storm gathering overhead. "I should lock you away," Jungkook said, almost to himself, almost tender. "Somewhere no one can even look at you. You... and our babies." Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed - not just by fear or helplessness, but by love. A love so raw it bled inside her. He was ruining her. He already had. Yet still - she would love him. She would love him through the ruin and through the darkness, through the cages and chains he would forge for her. Because her heart didn't know how to stop. Because she had fallen deeply, helplessly, forever for this man who could not - would not - love the way normal people did. He would love her until there was nothing left of her to love. '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!

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 ! ᴀ ꜱᴜɴ-ᴅʀᴇɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴅᴀᴡɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀꜱ ɴᴏ ʀᴇʟɪᴇꜰ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʜᴏʀɪᴢᴏɴ ᴄʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴋɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ, ᴀ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ; ɴᴏ ᴊᴏʏ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇꜱ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜɴᴅ. ᴅᴀʏ ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ. ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀꜰᴇɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. ᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ʀᴇɪɢɴꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ'ꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅ, ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇꜱ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ. ʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟꜱ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴠᴏᴡ, ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ ᴜꜱ ɴᴏᴡ: ʀᴀᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴛʏ ᴘᴏʀᴛ, ᴀ ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ'ꜱ ꜱʜᴀʀᴘ, ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ꜱᴏʀᴛ. ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴇʟ-ᴄʟᴀᴅ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴇʟᴅ, ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴄᴏɴQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅꜱ, ᴀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʏɪᴇʟᴅ. ᴊɪᴍɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴀʟʟ ꜱɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ. ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏ