Y/n is the daughter of the most, handsome, rich, and famous, gang leader in Korea. She created a gang called Blood Beast and was the leader of three boys and three girls. When she was at her old school, she bullied everyone with her gang and had a bad girl image. What if she wants to change? She goes to a new school and changes her image but still secretly fights. What happens if she meets the third richest gang leaders son at her new school?

"You have two choices. You can sign. Your family will be fine. Or...." All she wanted was to own her person, but Y/N finds herself manipulated into a contract she can't break. All Yoongi wants is his music and his band brothers, but breaking the contract means losing both. (BTS Yoongi x reader)

You fell for Min Yoongi, hard, and you thought the feeling was mutual. But you were wrong. He never cared about you at all. [FORMERLY KNOWN AS THE WAY WE WERE] • • • • • • • • Smut. Fluff. Angst. Slow burn. Strong language. I post almost every day. Written by: RMTHIGHENTHUSIAST Assisted by: MELLELUVSBANGTAN Edited by: DEDEBEE3

"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞" Genre: Dark Romance, Age-gap, Thriller , Slow burn •(Reader×Jungguk) •The book cover and all the pictures are from PINTEREST, so don't come to me! •This book has dark mature content, so read at your own risk 🔞 ●VOTE LIKE SHARE COMMENT● ●FOLLOW FOR MORE UPDATES●

"𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓, 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄" That one shot which turned into a whole book by #POPULAR_CHOICE ♡ •Genre: Dark Romance, Obsession, Age-gap, Thriller •(Reader×Jungkook) •The book cover and all the pictures are from PINTEREST, so don't come to me! •This book has dark mature content, so read at your own risk 🔞 ●VOTE LIKE SHARE COMMENT● ●FOLLOW FOR MORE UPDATES●

(Read "Vengeance of the Crow" before reading this.) It was as if a replica of Raccoon City sprung to life, all in one night. You were getting situated once again, preparing yourself to head into the new world with bold preparations to let your mind rest at ease with your life, no matter the cost. Instead, you discover those you work with to help you became the enemy once again, leaving you stunned for more answers than you arrived with. You were willing to fight your way out like you always seemed to do, all while running into old faces, but what will they think, what will HE think of you now, after all these years of believing you were dead?

We're going back to the beginning. **SPOILER ALERT: IF YOU DONT WANT SPOILERS FOR THE NEW RE2 REMAKE, DONT READ. IF YOU DO..WELL OKAY. *** I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING FROM THE RESIDENT EVIL SERIES, NOT THE STORY OR THE CHARACTERS, ETC. *** WATTPAD IS THE ONLY SITE I POST!!!

"𝙎𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚?" "𝙉𝙤, 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧." Leon Kennedy x black fem oc All rights to Resident Evil goes to Capcom. #1in Leon s Kennedy 2/25 #1 in Game Fanfic 2/25 #1 in Re2 remake 2/25

She hated him the moment he walked into her life...uninvited, cold, and way too handsome for her own safety. He claimed her like a storm claims the sea. Not gently. Not softly. But with force that made her knees tremble. "You can't force me to be your wife," she snapped, lips red with rage. "Then run," Leon said, stepping closer, voice like warm danger, "but I'll still own your shadow." Stark Aaira was born into luxury, used to glitter and games. She partied too late, kissed too carelessly, and trusted no one. Especially not men who wore suits like armor and looked at her like sin. Leon Scott Kennedy wasn't just a man. He was the man...the devil the mafia feared. Cold. Sharp. Broken in places no one dared to touch. And now, he owned her for 365 days. At first, all they did was argue. Her rebellion was loud, stubborn, messy. His silence was deadlier than a bullet. But then came a night when she kissed him first...out of fury, out of confusion. And he kissed back like she was the only thing worth ruining. Their kisses were fire. Their fights were foreplay. And their nights? A mess of tangled sheets, bruised lips, whispered names. He never kissed her soft, and she never let him win easy. But in between the rough hands and locked gazes, there were moments... Moments when he tucked her hair behind her ear and didn't say a word. Moments when she touched his scars and didn't ask where they came from. "You confuse me," she whispered one night, bare skin to bare skin. "Good," he said, brushing his thumb along her jaw. "I hope I burn you alive." Every night, he sat in the dark with one song on repeat, his head bowed, cigarette untouched in his hand: 🎵"I've been through hell And I don't wanna go back You say you love me But what kind of love is that?" It was more than music. It was his confession. And maybe, Somewhere between rebellion and ruin, they begin to fall... Not fast. Not clean. But real.