For Park Jimin, Hogwarts has been nothing but confines of a ritualistic legacy that leads him to nothing but damnation. He is forged of shadows and death―one who thrives in the nefarious and depraved. The Park name has been nothing but a cruel battlefield for him, urging him to fight demons a child should never have known existed. But there has always been a living, breathing presence tugging at his side: Avery Heathens. The child of blood and slaughter. The one who cheated death. She's a parasite feeding off every bit of his trauma-hardened armor and ravishingly seductive eyes. She takes what he allows her, and her content footfalls exist by his side―even when he doesn't know it. Jimin is the Forbidden Fruit she craves. Fiercely, almost in a dazzlingly charming way. Her magic is feral, her presence unsettling, her existence a quiet defiance against every place she's supposed to fit. She wears misfortune like a second skin and loneliness like a curse. Nothing about her should catch his eye. But it does. Because her darkness answers his. And when her control begins to crack―when the shadows shout louder than her heartbeat―Jimin becomes the only one capable of teaching Avery how to command the thing that threatens to consume her. She is Gryffindor with a monster inside her. He is Slytherin with a monster at his core. Yet the closer they draw, the more the line between fear and fascination begins to blur... and the more Jimin realizes that Avery Heathens is not a shadow following him. She is the shadow choosing him. And once darkness chooses, it does not let go. --- UPDATES EVERY WEEK!

In a city where the Elite live above and the disposable are thrown below, justice is simple: if you become inconvenient, you are discarded. Park Jimin has spent his whole life known as one thing: the killer's son. When his mother is murdered and the evidence points straight to him, the city doesn't hesitate. He is sentenced to disposal―cast into the Pit, a wasteland where monsters crawl through mountains of rust and the forgotten learn to survive. But the Pit doesn't kill everyone. And some wastelands create monsters of their own. In a world that already branded him filth, Jimin has one choice left: claw his way back up for revenge... or let the wasteland swallow what remains of his humanity.

"I'd give up heaven just to touch you." * * * Everyone has heard of Devil in disguise, but what about an angel in disguise? Jimin Park, Heaven's most cherished archangel, is adored by all―except himself. Behind his radiant grace lies a deep disdain for the mortal world: humans bore him, their emotions tire him, and their chaos leaves him cold. Still, he keeps quiet. Displeasing God is not a sin he's willing to commit. But when the Almighty assigns him a sacred mission only he can fulfil, Jimin is forced to descend to Earth. Resentful, reluctant... and yet, unexpectedly intrigued. Because maybe, just maybe, this task won't be so unbearable. Not when falling for her feels like the sweetest sin. * * * Credits for the cover image: NastyArmy07 on Pinterest

He leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Then let's make a deal, darling. I'll keep kissing you senseless, and you keep telling yourself it's just kissing. But if either of us starts feeling something more... we stop." - x - In the neon-lit chaos of college parties and the whispering, ivy-covered walls of Southbound, Jules becomes Jimin's favorite kind of addiction: beautiful, dangerous, and completely unattainable. They said they could stay friends. Jimin never believed it. Because when desire turns feral and obsession claws beneath the skin, there is no line Jimin won't cross to make sure Jules stays his. Even if it means crossing every single one.

"All wrapped in one, he was so many sins. Would have done anything, everything for him. And if you ask me, I would do it again." Heaven - Julia Michaels • • • Park Jimin was your average hot guy―scratch that―your average, hot bad boy. He wore cocky smirk, reckless attitude, and a middle finger to the world like his favorite charm. But here's the twist: for all his bite, he had zero experience. No romantic past. No sexual experience. Not even a first kiss. Y/n L/n was your average college sweetheart―scratch that―your average, goth sweetheart. She's seen it all, done it all, and when she agrees to teach Jimin everything he wants to know, it's not out of kindness―it's a deal. Maybe a little danger, too. But if anyone thought that would tame him? Not even close. Lesson by lesson, Jimin starts to change. Worse. Dirtier. He's not just learning; he's becoming an amateur fuckboy, shaped by the hands of his very best friend. But when the lines blur, every touch lingers for a second too long, and the tension starts to bleed into something else, will it stop there... or turn into something neither of them is ready to admit? • • • Cover designed by: @Seamlesslove

How far would you go for love? ~~~ Stella hated social interaction more than pineapple on pizza. Online, she could breathe, hidden behind her alias, Rosie, on Discord. It was her escape from the harsh reality, a quiet place where life made a little more sense. But then she joined that server. And met 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Falling for someone she'd never met was never the plan. But as late-night conversations and inside jokes slowly chipped away at her walls, Stella found herself spiraling into emotions she didn't understand and wasn't ready to face. So, she made a decision: bury the feelings. Protect the friendship. Pretend the bubbling chemistry was never more than that. Even if it already was.

Three moments. One feeling. A story that drifts like smoke―soft, untouchable, and quietly unforgettable. Let yourself sink. --- An experimental short story told in brief chapters. Meant for when you're in the mood to dream―or to float in a world that doesn't quite exist. For better or for worse. May you find a home between the words.

"You're my favorite kind of trouble." • • • Cyber criminal Jeon Jungkook is the talk of the town. At twenty-three, he's too skilled to get caught, and too smart to draw suspicion. His secret weapon? A part-time job at a cozy café where he plays the role of the perfectly charming, curly-haired barista everyone adores. Smooth with his lattes and smoother with his smirks, Jungkook's got everyone fooled. But when a rising star in the cyber world proposes an alliance, offering him the resources to bring his long-time dream project―The Golden Blackberry―to life, Jungkook knows one thing for sure: this isn't just hacking anymore. It is chaos, thrill, and everything he's been craving. Maybe she has, too. And together, they're about to become exactly what he's always been known for: trouble.

She came looking for a monster. She became one instead. --- Y/n L/n was never fond of the dark. But darkness was exactly what she had to walk into when the name, Starboy, started appearing in her publisher's headlines more often than she could digest. He was a ghost in designer suits. A man no one could trace. Everyone who tried to uncover him either disappeared or ended up dead. Desperate for a story and a promotion, Y/n sets out to find the truth. But in a world full of secrets, seduction, and bloodstained power, will she discover who the real monster is... or will it be her all along?

"You don't have the balls to do that!" "I technically do now! And they're quite big, if I say so myself." • • • |𝟐𝐗 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃| • • • One wish on a shooting star, and―boom! ―Park Jimin and River Wren wake up in each other's bodies. River is suddenly thrown into the wild life of a campus rockstar: late-night gigs, screaming fans, and a band that expects her to actually perform. Meanwhile, Jimin is stuck navigating exams, group projects, and professors who couldn't care less about his fame. And neither has any clue how to switch back. Between Jimin's skeptical best friend and a series of very bad ideas, their only hope is trial, error, and maybe a little dumb luck. Because if the universe did this to them, surely it has a way out... right? • • • Disclaimer: This is basically a Cyberpunk fanfic that features Jimin Silverhand (copyright: Ravendipity).