"You wrote about monsters like you understood them, little dove. You gave them rules, you gave them boundaries, and you thought you were safe hiding behind a fake name and a computer screen. You weren't safe. You were bleeding out a map right to my front door. I spent three years awake in the dark, swallowing your words like religion, because you wrote the exact kind of violent, fucked-up madness that already lives in my bones. You didn't invent the villain, Amy. You summoned him. So go ahead. Hide in your quiet little house. Lock your doors. Put a whole ocean between us. But when I cross it and tear those walls down, I'm not asking for the next chapter. I'm going to lock you in the dark with the real thing, and I am going to love you until you can't remember how to write a happy ending without me in it." - Cole Blain To the world, Amy Mae Williams is a ghost. A quiet, terrified girl hiding in the UK, writing filthy, morally black romance novels to survive her own grief. To Cole Blain, she is the only reason he hasn't completely lost his mind. Cole is a Montana rancher and former Army Specialist who hasn't slept a full night since he was ten years old. He operates on a frequency of violence that makes real psychopaths sweat. During his darkest deployments, he devoured Ava's books. He didn't just read them; he recognized himself in the violent, obsessive men she created. He knows her pen name. And now, he knows her real one. When her editor mysteriously vanishes, Amy is forced out of hiding and across the ocean to a remote Montana cabin. She's looking for answers. She finds the neighbor instead. A pale-eyed, sunburnt predator who looks exactly like the monsters she writes about. Because he is one. Amy writes about monsters who would burn the world to ashes for the women they love. She is about to realize she just walked straight into the cage of one. And Cole Blain has absolutely no intention of ever letting his little dove fly away.

"She's got a 4.0 GPA and a 0% tolerance for his attitude." "He's got a brilliant mind and a 100% dedication to pushing her buttons."

Some doors are locked for a reason. Some names are feared only in whispers. And some people smile so beautifully... you never notice the blood beneath their hands. Roseanne never believed curiosity could ruin a life. Until the day she found herself standing too close to a truth that was never meant to be uncovered. Because in a world where power buries every sin... the truth doesn't set you free. It hunts you.

Some people leave because they stop loving you. She left because she never did.

Not every story needs a hundred chapters. Sometimes, a single moment is enough to change everything. Every chapter is a piece of a story waiting to be found. - where written stories meet social media aus.

Their worlds never meant to collide but now they're bound by an alliance to seek vengeance. Their hatred is fierce, their trust fragile. Every touch and glance ignites a fire. The air between them is electric, charged with desire neither can resist. They fight, they hate, they crave-knowing that surrendering to each other was never part of their plan. There was no way out.

One secret. One headline away from disaster. They were each other's greatest love. And each other's worst mistake. Three years after their final breakup, one night in Paris leaves Rosé with a secret that could change both their lives forever. In a world where every move is watched and every mistake becomes a scandal, they'll have to choose between protecting their careers... or confronting a love they never truly left behind. Some stories end with goodbye. Theirs begins there. ------ BTS Jungkook × Blackpink Rosé

Cheongdam High School - established in 1975,where Royalty crossed paths with the lower society. It was not an institute of learning, it was where the highest people of South Korea dominated the lower class in the shadows. It was where bodies were discovered, where students were treated not on the basis of merit but on the opinion of the Elite. The concept of bullying and being bullied was not new. The cases of suicides were common. Everything was fine if it pleased the Elite. And again, nothing goes past the walls of Cheongdam High. ( this was inspired from the storyline of bitch x rich )

ROSEKOOK ONE SHOT.

His fingers closed around her wrist before she could recoil, dragging her palm down to press against the denim straining over his erection. The heat of him burned through the fabric, pulsing against her trembling fingers as Jungkook exhaled sharply through his nose. "Feel that?" His grip tightened, forcing her to stroke him in slow, deliberate movements even as she twisted against the couch cushions. "That's what you do to me."