She's sunshine; he's a storm. She talks too much; he doesn't talk at all. When an innocent maid stumbles into the dark world of a ruthless mafia boss, the line between danger and desire begins to blur. It's a tale you've heard before-just not quite like this.

She has everything she ever dreamed of: A degree from the world's most prestigious perfumery school. A blossoming career as a master perfumer. A coveted position at a rising niche fragrance house - Maison Caeluna - handpicked by none other than Kim Namjoon's wife herself. On paper, she is success distilled - brilliant, accomplished, fulfilled. And yet, she wakes each morning with the bitter trace of something missing... A hollow space no fragrance can fill. A silence no note can mask. He has everything the world adores: Fame. Fortune. A stage that roars his name. A brotherhood that stands unshaken beside him. The endless label of "sunshine" etched into the fabric of his image. But no one ever asks why the sun disappears when it's alone. No one wonders what it costs to shine for everyone else. When their paths cross, it isn't loud. It's the hush before a storm, the trace of a scent that clings longer than it should. She carries herself like a rare accord - layered, precise, untouchable. He burns too bright to be looked at directly. But something lingers. Not in words. Not in looks. In the silence between inhale and exhale - where the true fragrance reveals itself. And once it does, neither of them can go back to what came before. "The first breath may captivate, but it's the last note that reveals what's truly hidden beneath." *** Book 4 of the True Love series ***

"I didn't ask for any of this! I don't care about the stupid bond!" Namjoon's voice echoed through the room, his frustration spilling over. He looked at her, and the moment their eyes met, guilt twisted in his chest. Tears welled up in her brown eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "Well, I didn't either! But here we are!" she shot back, her voice shaking with emotion before she stormed out, desperate to keep herself from breaking. A heavy silence filled the room. Seokjin let out a sigh, shaking his head. "That was absolutely unnecessary. And rude. You fucked up Namjoon-ah" Without another word, he turned and followed after her. . . . . . What happens when two people from completely different worlds are bound by fate? Thrown together by destiny, forced to navigate a bond neither of them understands-can they truly find their way to each other? Between the chaos, the heartbreak, and the undeniable pull between them, one thing is certain: Fate may have brought them together... but will love be enough to keep them from falling apart? A rollercoaster of emotions-love, drama, and moments that will make your heart race. Stay tuned!

"I can't look at you," his voice trembled with a painful vulnerability, "And not remember the sweet betrayal, Y/N," "I am sorry for betraying you, Jungkook" "You hurt me, Y/N." "I am sorry for hurting you, Jungkook" she murmured. "You walked into this marriage with a lie, with a secret, Y/N," he groaned, his tone laced with a seething frustration. "I am sorry for keeping my secret and lies from you, Jungkook" she responded. "I am shattered, Y/N," he uttered, his voice straining against the weight of his despair, the words almost torn from his chest. "Tell me, what can I do to mend the damage?" "What makes it all the more ironic," he pressed on, "is that Jeon Jungkook, who hates betrayers and despises liars, finds himself entangled in a web of love for his perfidious wife. You, my darling, are the perfection of a beguiling beauty. So stunning in your deceit, yet so poisonous." Started: July 17, 2022 Ended: June 11, 2024 18+. Contains mature themes such as sexual content and very sensitive topics that may trigger some people. Please do not read if that makes you feel uncomfortable. This is a fan-fiction, purpose that all incidents and occasions in this are all imaginary and all are of my imagination. Any resemblance to substantial life events and species, living or dead, are all purely coincidence.

Oops! All Ella Price wanted was a coffee sponsorship. What she got? A contract to pretend-date global K-pop phenomenon Jeon Jung Kook of BTS! (Note to self: Always read the fine print before signing ANYTHING.) Now she's got thirty days to convince the world they're head-over-heels for each other while helping polish his slightly-tarnished golden boy image. The rules are simple: hold hands in public, gaze adoringly into his unfairly perfect eyes, and absolutely DO NOT develop actual feelings for the music industry's most eligible bachelor. How hard could it be? It should be simple: attend a few events, post some couple selfies, and collect a life-changing paycheck. The only rule? Don't fall for him for real. The best sweet love stories begin with "Let's pretend."

Cold hearted lead role, didn't ever receive parental love , all his childhood. That made him silent and never have the need of someone to stay with him. Though he found six guys , who never wanted to leave his side and decided them to be his life companion. His live was very bitter since, he was appointed as the new ceo of his dad's company. Being a ceo might irritate anyone due to works but he had a turning point in his life, that girl who changed him totally...want to know what happend? keep reading the story~~~

[Unexpected series] 🇰🇷🇺🇸 Accolades 🏆×11 Jhope version Kang Ahri, a brilliant Korean-American psychologist and art enthusiast, takes a break from her well-structured life by spending a week at a conference in Paris. On her days off, she sneaks away to the Louvre museum to have conversations with the world's most famous portraits. She is eccentric, sharp-tongued, and hopelessly single, finding her escape in museums. Whether it is the famous Louvre or the Art Institute Chicago museum, she especially enjoys her ongoing verbal sparring with a particularly smug painting that she considers her nemesis. But one strange evening, after being denied access to her favorite gallery hall, a chance encounter turns her carefully ordered world upside down. She meets Jhope, a different type of masterpiece with a sun-kissed smile, and she's unaware of his stardom. What begins with a broken heel, a sore ankle, and a bruised ego quickly unravels into a surreal mix of fame, art, and an unexpected connection. When two different worlds collide-one painted in oils and another lit by spotlights-the result is anything but ordinary. 'Mona thinks I'm crazy' is a short rom-com story filled with heart, wit, and a touch of whimsical fantasy, where art, destiny, and a kind of love that even a 500-year-old painting can't ignore. 🎨cover and banner credits: @HJ_Fiction 📝Published officially : 5/5/25 © Strawberry1d Highest ranks #1 monalisa 27/7/25 #1 louvre 7/5/25 #1 soundcheck 9/5/25 #1 portraits 7/5/25 #2 monalisa 22/5/25 #22 USA out of 22.1k stories

when the nation's sweetheart and an international rockstar collide, sparks fly jungkook, the lead vocalist of rock band the bangtan boys, has always been open about his crush on a certain international popstar, much to the amusement of his bandmates and fans. when she attends one of their concerts, social media explodes. sparks fly backstage, and as they continue to meet at various events, their connection deepens. amidst the frenzy of media attention and fan speculations, will their budding romance withstand the pressures of fame? book 𝐨𝐧𝐞 of the 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 trilogy okt 2024 - mar 2025 ✅ jeon jungkook; romance, rockstar au © neverlandroyal

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He was a ghost in silk. No one had ever seen Jeon Jungkook and lived to talk about it - not clearly. There were rumors, sure. A tattoo on his hand. A lip ring that glinted under the club lights just before a man vanished. Some said he spoke softly like a lover. Others claimed his voice was the last thing you'd hear before a bullet kissed your skull. But no one really knew him. Jeon Jungkook didn't leave fingerprints. He left fear. He built an empire on shadows. Guns, drugs, blood money - it all flowed through Seoul's veins like a poisoned stream, and at the center of it was a name. A king with no face.