"𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝?" He whispered in my ears with his husky voice as he pinned my hands against the wall. He had never been tempted to own anyone... until her. But will their relationship work out in the midst of their hidden secrets? A Lee Heeseung fanfiction featuring enhypen members. Book 1 of 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬❉

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 - they've been enemies since high school, but fate has collided their worlds again. She's a top model: ambitious, untouchable, ruthless. He's an F1 star: unbeatable on the track, but haunted by panic attacks and past mistakes. One month. One deal. He'll be her fake boyfriend to protect her image. She'll help him survive the panic that has ruled his life. A dangerous attraction ignites-one that could destroy their carefully built careers, their reputations, and everything they've fought for. ✦ "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚?"she hissed, throwing her hands up."𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆?" His jaw tightened, eyes dark and unreadable. Then, almost violently, he closed the space between them. "𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒐! 𝑰 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐! 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕! 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆." Her chest heaved. Rage, desire, and something darker twisted inside her. She should have pushed him away. She should have left. But she didn't. He leaned dangerously close, voice low and fierce. "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝒖𝒔..

❝We will never be sane.❞

➳ Escaping a suffocating past, Hyemi finds herself in an unfamiliar countryside, married to Jungwon, a distant man with eyes full of grief and a heart walled off by silence. What begins as a quiet arrangement slowly shifts as Hyemi starts to feel something stir between stolen glances and unspoken comforts. But beneath the calm lies a tangled web of secrets, his and hers. As haunting memories return and hidden truths start to unravel, Hyemi must face not only the demons she ran from but those still lurking close. In a house full of eyes, whispers, and buried pain, love might be her only anchor... or her deepest undoing. 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: Slow burn | Strangers to lovers | Arrange marriage | Mystery | Hidden pasts | Found family | Emotional healing | Trauma recovery | Family drama 𝑻𝒘: mentions of trauma, abuse, manipulation, death, trafficking 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔: completed y.jw

「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Liliana swore off F1 drivers after a situationship gone wrong-until Ni-ki, the coldest racer on the grid, offers her a fake relationship she should have said no to.」 ▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▀▄▀▄▀▄ Lily sighed, the sound heavy. She turned her head slightly to meet his gaze, her voice barely a whisper. "What the heck are we doing? "You tell me," he said, his voice now a low, dangerous murmur, like a blade wrapped in velvet. The words cut, precise and cold. "You're the one who keeps insisting this is casual." "Because it is casual. We made a deal. That's precisely what this is." "Right," he scoffed, the sound a sharp, brittle shard of irony. "A deal. With carefully managed timelines and choreographed fake flirting and matching outfits and-whatever this is." He gestured vaguely at the small, white flower still tucked innocently behind her ear, its delicate petals stark against her dark hair. "You're the one who initiated this, Ni-ki. You wanted this." "Yeah, well, maybe I didn't think it would feel so-" He stopped himself abruptly, jaw clenching, his gaze darting away as if the very words he was about to speak were a betrayal. "Forget it." "No, say it," she challenged, the words slipping out, propelled by a dangerous curiosity before she could even register them. "You want me to spell it out, Liliana?" he asked, looking back at her now, his head shaking slowly, a profound, aching regret etched into his sharp features. "We were supposed to fake-date to distract the media and make some exes jealous. Not end up sneaking into each other's heads at night." "You think I wanted that? You think I asked for this?" "You shouldn't," he snapped, rising to his feet as well, his proximity suddenly stifling, overwhelming. "Not if it's casual, remember?" "Maybe you're right," she said quietly. She brushed past him, the contact brief, electric, yet she kept m

「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Hana, a doctor who saves lives, is forced into the arms of Heeseung, a merciless mafia hitman who takes them. When their worlds collide, blood and fate intertwine. Yet fate is cruel, and now she stands in front of him-a beauty in the hands of a beast, a healer trapped with a killer. 」 ══════⊹⊱≼≽⊰⊹══════ "Do you want to live?" His voice was almost a whisper now, dangerous, loaded with the weight of the question. Hana's throat felt tight, every word a struggle to force out. "I... I do..." she breathed, the words barely escaping her lips. The cold metal against her skin was the only thing she could focus on, and it was the only thing that was keeping her from losing herself completely. But she didn't give in. Not yet. Heeseung didn't move for a long time, his eyes never leaving her face. He didn't lower the gun, but his hand didn't shake, his resolve unwavering. "If you want to live," he murmured, his voice low and almost distant, "then you'll have to prove it to me, doctor." Her pulse raced, but she nodded, her gaze steady. "I'll do whatever it takes." Then, without warning, he moved toward her. His voice, low and velvety, broke the silence, his words cutting through the tension like a blade. "Then marry me."

"𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪." "𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚." 𝚜: 𝟶𝟺-𝟷𝟶-𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺 𝚎: 𝟶𝟾-𝟷𝟶-𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻

"the first time we met, you nearly crashed into me on the road." - STREET RACING - SERIES (2021)

- twelve weeks away from the city, it took her twelve weeks to fall in love him

- two penpals swore an oath to never discover their true identities aside from names, that is, up until one day haeun unknowingly finds herself transferring to the same school as her penpal, riki nishimura - the difference? he knows that she's his penpal, and she has no idea