Taken as a pawn in a deadly game of revenge, Y/N finds herself trapped in the world of a man feared by all. But as secrets unravel and emotions blur the line between hatred and desire, she becomes more than just his enemy's sister-she becomes his greatest weakness.

'If you cannot stand me, sweetheart,' Jungkook drags his lips on your cheek in a slow, wet line, until you feel them part and close over your skin in a soft bite, 'try taking me on your back. Might finally stop all that complaining.' The whole country knows Jeon Jungkook as Captain Australia, disciplined, worshipped, immaculate in cricket whites, all cool answers and a clean public image. She knows him as the boy who used to climb through her window, steal pieces of her summer, and then grow cruel enough to leave ashes where her first love used to be. It was never about the match on the field, but the war off it. A Cricketer✗News Reporter romance. Retelling Cinderella

Walking away felt like its own kind of pain, and hope had long since lost its meaning. In the chill of the evening, every step weighed on me-bones aching, skin stinging, as if each movement tore something loose inside. My tears burned against the cold wind, searing rather than soothing. "Please," I whispered, the word slipping out like a fragile, fading prayer. "Do you want me to touch you like this, Daisy?" Each step drags, my feet heavy against the ground, every footprint feeling like I'm leaving a piece of myself behind-like my soul is slipping away with each one. My senses dull, my energy drains, until all that's left is a hollow, aching emptiness. But hasn't it been this way for the past three years without him? "Have anyone made you feel like this? Wet like this?" I don't know if I'll survive this time-but I'm still asking for one more chance. "Just one... and I'll make everything right." But why do I have to beg for it? Why am I the only one fighting? Why is it always on me to fix what's broken? "Do me Jungkook, p-please." Love-so simple, yet impossibly complicated. No matter what he's done, no matter the hurt or the distance, I'm still in love with him. And I want to fight for us one last time. I need to see how it ends, even if it breaks me. Just one final try. "With all the pleasure. I will fuck you, only fuck you with everything I have Daisy." There's no point in hoping, is there? He isn't here. He isn't coming. So, there's no chance at a happy ending for me now... is there? The sun sinks lower, shadows stretching as night draws near. With a heavy heart, I force my feet forward, each step pulling me farther from the possibility of him-of us. I knew this from the start. I should have known better, should never have let myself fall for someone like Jungkook, someone who doesn't believe in love. All Rights Reserved ©2026 ©nrhkrs #wattys2019

#1 obsessedhusband #1 military romance #1 cruel "strip!", Jungkook Jeon boomed, his voice thunderous, his command absolute, "you're my wife, I love you enough to not care if you hate me" Her face flamed red, a single word from her; and now he was treating her like this? A tear slid down her cheek before she could stop it. Jungkook's eyes followed it, his own jaw twitching, "I said, strip!", he roared again, louder this time, angerier. She lowered her eyes, her trembling fingers rising to obey. Piece by piece, her clothes fell to the floor. And then he was there, pushing her onto the bed with a force that made the mattress dip, caging her in with his shadow. His thick, angry, already hard length pressed against her, and without warning, "I love you", he said, slamming into her hard, "I fucking love you", he repeated, grinding harder. Harsher. She gasped, her breath ripped from her lungs, her very core shaking with the force of him. Each thrust, each climax wringing her dry like a cloth, yet he never stopped. And, no, Jungkook Jeon would not stop. He will love her, until his blood ran dry, until he gave his last, until she couldn't take him. If she would not yield, he would not relent. Because that's who he was, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝. And that's who she was, 𝐀𝐢𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. ⚠️Disclaimer⚠️ 𝗕𝗘𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗘, 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞 𝗢𝗙 𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗬 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞, 𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝟮𝟭+ 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘.

"One more question, Angel. What are the chances of your wedding getting cancelled if I bent you over this table right now and fucked you until you couldn't remember his name?" The words were so obscene, so shocking, that for a moment, her brain simply couldn't process them. --------------------------------- He leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing her ear, his voice dropping to a whisper that was somehow more terrifying than if he'd been shouting. "Imagine how he'll react when I fuck you senselessly. When I bend you over and make you scream my name instead of his. When I ruin you so thoroughly that you forget what it felt like to be touched by anyone else. When I make you mine in every way possible until you can't remember ever belonging to him." ---------------------------------- "J-Jungkook," she moaned. "Shh. Little Angel, don't. Not just yet. Not until I claim you all mine. But before that, let me give you a little punishment for disobeying me," he said, and she was about to protest. --------------------------------- It is a captivating story of unexpected dark romance and the powerful bonds that can grow from the most unlikely beginnings. BE AWARE: Trigger warnings: MATURE CONTENT 18+ (SMUT) SWEARING VIOLENCE/GUN VIOLENCE SELF HARM/SUICIDE (REFERENCES) EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REFERENCES TO RAPE SMOKING/ALCOHOL/DRUGS BLOOD/DEATH/GORE --------------------------------- #1🏅 Jeon #1 🏅Jungkook #3 🏅red

[ONGOING] ✩·₊˚༺Pit stops for pleasure, finish line for pain.༻✩·₊ 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 has a reputation in fast lane games and heated scandals. Driving for Ferrari, he lives his life in speed, not stopping for petty things that consider listening to what is in his chest. Hailing from the family that runs the Russian Bratva, he doesn't really have a good image to hold but only enemies to make. 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐂𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐚 is the daughter of the owner of Ferrari racing team. Admist darkness of past and uncertainty of her future, she falls into the exact pit hole Jungkook rules. Now, she's intertwined with him one way or another.

[ONGOING] ·ㅤ· ⏤ DARK ROMANCE ❛ ❛I had you and claimed every little part of you, buttercup. Even if we're miles apart right now, this doesn't change the fact that you're still mine. And I'll burn down the whole world if that's what it'll take to make you rule my world again. To be the Lilith to this Lucifer. .❜ ❜ ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ❪After a devastating separation of Jeon Jeongguk, the Don of the country, and Y/N, who was only supposed to be his sex slave, the story is moving towards the desperation of wants and needs. A story where the past will unveil its secrets, love will cross the limit of obsession and villains will knock the door of the new forming relationships. Get ready for a bumpy ride where romance will be darker, needs will be nastier, and wants will leave you nothing but with lingering taste of love.❫ Read trigger warnings before proceeding.

「 ✦𝙃𝙄𝙎 𝙍𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎 𝙉𝙀𝙀𝘿✦ 」 -"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚? 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙮 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜."- -𝙀𝙑𝘼 𝙊𝙕𝙂𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙏 a girl made of sunlight and soft whispers, until her own father traded her soul for a gambling debt. Sold into the belly of the underworld, she expected the end. Instead, she found him. -𝙅𝙀𝙊𝙉 𝙅𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙆𝙊𝙊𝙆. A man whose name is a death sentence and whose heart is a frozen wasteland. He found her trembling in the rain-a broken doll in a silk dress-and he bought her without blinking. She thinks she's being saved. She doesn't realize she's just traded one cage for another. As Jungkook uses her to satisfy his darkest cravings, Eva finds herself falling for the monster. She's addicted to the touch of the man who treats her like a toy, oblivious to the fact that his obsession is turning into something far more dangerous than love. DARK ROMANCE| 21+ Sexual themes. Mature content. Stay away if you're uncomfortable.