(𝙰 𝙿𝚂𝚈𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙶𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁 𝙼𝙰𝙵𝙸𝙰 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴) ═══ 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 21+ ═══ "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. ────⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆──── 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." ────⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆──── "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. ────⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆──── 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 ────⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆──── #1🏅 Jeon #1 🏅Jungkook #1 🏅fanficromance #3 🏅red ────⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆────

He was power dressed in silence - Kim Taehyung, Italy's most feared mafia boss. Cold. Ruthless. Desired by many, yet touched by none. A man who ruled the Valentini empire with a stare that could kill - and a heart long turned to stone. Then he saw her. Y/N Vasilakis, the elegant Greek heiress with sunlight in her eyes and a ring on her finger. Engaged. Untouchable. Everything he shouldn't want - yet the only thing he couldn't forget. When Taehyung decides she will be his, no promise, no distance, and no man can stop him. One forced marriage. Two burning tempers. A collision of passion, power, and pain. She was supposed to fear him. He was never supposed to feel anything. But when darkness tastes light - obsession turns into something far more dangerous. @all right reserved @mature

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

They said the devil doesn't walk among humans. They lied. Jeon Jungkook is not just a name... it's a warning. They call him insane, but even insanity would tremble in his shadow. He's a storm in human form, ruthless, sadistic, utterly untouchable. He doesn't play games...he writes his own rules, and the price of crossing him is more than blood...it's your soul. Alena never asked to be here. She was dragged into his world, where monsters wear human faces and loyalty is bought with blood. Her life was stolen the moment he laid eyes on her. 'Do you know what happens to those who defy me, Alena?' he whispered, his voice chillingly soft. She trembled, but didn't waver. 'They die.' His sadistic smile was a blade against her sanity. 'No, They beg to die.' Every corner of his world is drenched in blood, the deeper she goes, the more she realizes the true horror isn't just him...it's the secret he guards. Secrets that could shatter everything. He's willing to kill, destroy, and manipulate to get what he wants. This isn't a love story. It's a battle for survival. Because in his hands, even the strongest wills shatter. And in her heart, one question haunts her... Can she escape the devil, or is she destined to burn with him? Surviving in Jeon's estate isn't just about staying alive.... It's about not losing your mind. Welcome to this game of bloodbath And pray you make it out alive... JJKXALENA (Season 1) ✨📚Credits Storyline to dialogues, everything in this book is entirely my own creation. Please do not repost, copy or claim any part of this work as yours. 📕 Book cover: Petalnprose (DO NOT COPY) (Everything in this book is imaginary, only the BTS members are real and used as a muse for this book, they're the exact opposite of how they're portrayed)

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.

Genre : Psychological Thriller "Who the f*ck are you". He yelled and a sense of dread washed over her as Taehyung rose slowly gripping a heavy metal axe while staring at the couple in front him. Fear gripped her heart as he instilled terror in every soul present there. Taehyung climbed three stairs and his footsteps echoed in the silent hall. He stood in front of the man who was shorter than him but was hiding the woman behind him holding her hand behind his back. Taehyung loomed over him as his stature towered them, casting a shadow of intimidation. His eyes were chillingly intense, holding a darkness that was unfathomable. Even though the man was trying to intimidate Taehyung, Taehyung's scary demeanor and the axe in his hand was making him sweat. Taehyung blinked slowly looking down at the man who clenched his jaw while fear was noticeable in his tensed form. Taehyung smirked slightly and trailed his eyes back to her, fixating on her trembling form while silent tears streamed down her face, she was unable to meet his gaze but ground slipped under her feet as those sinister words slipped out of his mouth in a calm tone. "I told you, I'll slit apart who will try to take you away from me........My love" _______________________________________ ll Book 2 of Ephialtes ll viewers discretion advised ©️ : ficneont ⚠️ warning : Not suitable for sensitive readers due to disturbing concept. Content : violence, blood, torture, mental illness, love, romance, abuse, trauma, drugs, strong language, explicit scenes

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

I knew it. I should have never made a deal with the devil. And him? He was worse than the devil. The cold metal kissed my throat-not a lover's touch, but a promise. I felt every groove of the barrel, every intention behind it. Then he pushed deeper. "I thought we had a deal." His voice. Low. Gravel and gasoline. The kind of quiet that doesn't ask for permission. It takes. I've seen him angry. I've seen him bury men for breathing wrong. But this? He was frustrated. And frustration for him meant dead for me. The gun bit into my skin. I whimpered. Closed my eyes like that would save me. His other hand fisted hand-not holding. Crushing. I could already feel the bruises blooming under his grip. Little purple promises he'd leave behind. "And you never-" His breath hot against my ear. "-fucking break the deal with the devil, kitten." "I'm... I'm sorry." My voice cracked. Pathetic. Begging. I hated it. But I wanted to walk out of this room alive. And he was known for no mercy. So why would he leave someone like me breathing? Then I felt it. His teeth. Not a kiss. Not a threat. A claim. Sinking into my neck like he owned the blood beneath. And I knew what was coming for me. In the devil's syndicate, the throne was never the scary part. He was. _________________________________ ❛Kitten, the devil wrapped in silk, is still the devil.❜ _________________________________ • Tropes • Morally Grey to Black Hero Damaged Heroine Forced Proximity Gun Play Fear as Arousal Revenge by Proxy

"𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡." Highest ranking 🏅 #161 angst out of 289K stories #35 lies out of 58.5K stories #85 toxic out of 34.4K stories #20 painfull out of 1.12K stories #588 stepfamily out of 838 stories

Book 1 of The Art Of Ruins. "Don't touch me!" she spat voice trembling with pain & fury. "Am I not allowed to touch my fiancée when she is in pain?" he asked in low voice. Her eyes snapped up to his-wet & furious, "I AM NOT YOUR FIANCÉE!" He tilted his head slightly, eyes darkening "Are you not?" His voice dropped-taunting & dangerous "Because I clearly know you wore my ring." "That night, it was-" His voice cut through her "I didn't ask for an explanation" He leaned closer so close she felt his breath along her cheek "I said what had happened." Her hand trembled harder, her fingers curled unintentionally into his sleeve again, the heat from his chest pressed against her weakened body. "I made you wear that ring infront of everyone present there." "Taeh-" she whispered, overwhelmed both by pain & by how close he was. Her fingers gripped him harder-not out of affection but 'cause she need something solid to hold onto. His voice lowered-dark & intimate, "But I know whom I held, whom I kissed." Her entire face flushed crimson with humiliation and anger, she tried pulling away again but her legs failed her so she stayed pressed into him, trapped, helpless. "So that makes you..." He leaned in lips inches from her ear voice a whisper of dominance, "My fiancée." "I HATE YOU!" she burst out a tear slipped out-unbidden, unwanted. His eyes flickered to the tear, then back to hers, The corner of his mouth lifted just a ghost of a smirk, "Does that change anything?" She shook her head violently, losing balance again, he caught her waist and pulled her upright. "No...don't!" she whimpered, grabbing his shirt to steady herself again, her body betrayed her at every second. "Hate me more," he whispered. Her pupils dilated in furious bewildered way that she couldnt comprehend what to say. "Hate is a feeling," he murmured thumb brushing the back of her arm as he steadied her "And my fiancée should have feelings for me."