فِي صَمت الليالي أحتَفظ بما لَم أستَطع إنقاذه وأعيش بَين الظَلال وأصدَاء الماضِي ؛ بَينما قلبي يتعلَق بمَا لا يَملُكه هُنا حَيث الوحدة لا تَموت ؛ والحُب يُصبح هَوسًا لا يُشفى مِنهُ . • تُوب ؛ جُونغكُوك . • رِواية مُستَمرة لتَايكُوك .

"Y-You won't l-leave Kookie, right?" Jungkook asked when he couldn't control his tears and a sob left his lips. " Never baby! What kind of question is this?" The elder narrowed his brows and stares deep in younger's eyes but asked nonetheless "What happened at the company, Kookie? did anyone tried to do something to you or talk bad with you? Just tell me ..... don't be quite.. you know hyungie is here... right, now tell me what happens? " Although he knows nothing like this happened otherwise he had been informed already. Even if someone tried to think bad about his precious bun, they'll pay with their everything, let alone to touch him, and Taehyung has make sure of it. Hell ! He is not a business Tycoon for nothing! Wanna know more? Then... What are you waiting for? Just start the reading.... #Top Tae #Bottom Kook #Namjoon #Seokjin #J-hope #Yoongi #Jimin Boy×Boy

"ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇʟᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ" ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ...ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴛʀᴇᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ " ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ" ᴀ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴄᴜʀᴠᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪᴘꜱ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴋɴᴇᴇꜱ " ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ... ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴋɴᴇᴇꜱ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ.. ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱᴛ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴠɪɴɪᴛʏ.. ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴇᴛ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʏ" "ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴜᴄʜ?" "ʜᴀᴛᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ!" ʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴀᴛ "ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ.. ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ... ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇx ᴍᴇ..ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ..ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀᴍɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪᴛꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴇʀᴀꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡɪꜱʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ ꜰᴀᴅᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ" ©️LUNA1513571

Is it possible to choose love over duty? A tale of an Almighty King whose betrothed Prince was known to be death giving him the chance to marry his beloved. What will happen when his fated mate is standing in front of him ALIVE? Will he take the responsibility he was supposed to take?

[ 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 - 𝟰 ] Jungkook's hand pressed against Taehyung's chest, voice low and dangerous " 𝑰𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏... 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓, 𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈.." ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ⚠ 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 <3 The pictures and covers credit to their respectfull owner Ignore mistakes. :) Top!kook M-preg Mention of blood Pls read it on your risk ...

Oye tú... ¿Alguna ves has tenido la fantasia de un mundo de Chocolate? -Familiares están fuera de las morgues a la espera que se les de señales si algún miembro de su familia se encuentra dentro al no encontrar señales de vida o fugas de sus hogares. ¿Te imaginas tener la oportunidad de cumplir ese sueño con solo entrar a una fábrica? Bueno... "Las mejores cosas en la vida, empiezan por un sueño" Historia con el permiso autorizado para subirse aquí, tengo los permisos y derechos de mi antigua obra para continuar.

"Je voulais attirer ton attention, je voulais être ta possession." Jung-Kook détestait sa nouvelle vie. Il détestait le quartier où il habitait et il détestait son nouveau lycée. Son ancien quotidien dans son ancien quartier lui manquait et sa mère en payait les frais. Puis, tout a changé lorsqu'il a rencontré ce mystérieux garçon en dernière année. Tae-Hyung semblait être tout son contraire. Il était beau, riche, intelligent et il avait des amis. Jung-Kook voulait qu'il le voit, qu'il lui fasse oublier sa vie pourrie. Mais lorsque les yeux de Tae-Hyung se sont enfin posé sur lui, Jung-Kook ne se rend pas compte qu'il venait de tomber dans un trou sans fond. Il voulait en faire sa marionnette et lui s'est laissé faire, volontiers. Mais à quel prix ?

In a kingdom ruled by silence and legacy, six gifted heirs are summoned to the imperial table-not by decree, but by quiet design. Each carries a talent: manipulation, memory, persuasion, insight, speed, and restraint. Each is chosen not for blood, but for what they see, protect, and endure. At the centre of it all stands a crown-and behind it, a figure whose name is never spoken aloud. He watches from the shadows, shaping the realm not with speeches, but with selections. His trust is rare. His presence, veiled. And yet, every choice bears his mark. As secrets unravel over candlelight and truth is served beside pheasant and ashcakes, Velmira begins again-not with thunder, but with trust.