One message Just one message to the wrong number changes Yu-Na's life entirely. The young woman is about to graduate from university when one evening she gets a message from a random number. One message turn into a lot more. But lies don't stay hidden forever and trauma can't be covered for long. A Bang Chan FF

She's grieving. He's a ghost in the system. They are forced to work together. Two elite spies must fake a marriage, share secrets, and maybe... accidentally... fall in love while hunting a killer [ spy au ] [ seungmin × reader ]

Before I could say anything, he opened the door and walked around to my side like the gentleman he is. He held out his hand to help me out, and the second we got in the house- His hands were on me. He didn't even wait until we reached the living room. The door clicked shut behind us, and Chan pulled me against his chest, his hand sliding around my waist like he needed me there. His lips grazed my temple. "You're mine, yeah?" he whispered, voice low and a little rough. I looked up, smiling softly. "Of course I am." "Then why did it hurt to see him look at you like he still had a chance?" "Chan, he doesn't. He never will. That part of my life is done. I chose you-and I'll keep choosing you every single day." He exhaled a shaky breath, resting his forehead against mine. "I know, bub... I know. I'm sorry-I'm tryin' not to be all possessive, but when it comes to you, I just-" He stopped midsentence, eyes darkening slightly. "I want to show you who you belong to." My heart skipped. My breath hitched. His voice wasn't angry. It wasn't loud. It was soft. Whispered. But it was full of intensity. Full of love. Full of the kind of devotion that makes your knees feel weak. "Show me then," I whispered. That was all it took..... Mature | Office Romance | Flirty Banter | Drama | Romance | Twist-Packed | Possessive!Chan REMINDER: - This story might contain some swear words or smuts, if your uncomfortable reading this type of stories then plz skip. -This is all fictional, this isn't associated with actual skz! all of these scenarios aren't real.

When two worlds collide, Y/n a dedicated government investigator and BangChan the Mafia boss's son.

Wren never expected her life to change the moment she set foot in the Riders Quadrant at Basgiath War College. But everything shifted when she met Liam Mairi. Loving him was effortless, bright, and full of promise. Losing him was shattering. His death left Wren broken in ways even her powerful dragon, Ryuu, couldn't mend. Grief made her question everything-her strength, her future, even her place among her friends. Ridoc's reckless jokes, Violet's fierce loyalty, and Rhiannon's steady hand are the only things keeping her tethered to a world that feels dimmer without Liam in it. But when Ryuu, her Red Swordtail Dragon, chooses a mate, Wren finds herself bound to another in a way neither of them expected. Their bond is raw and undeniable, forged in fire and loss. Yet letting herself feel something new feels like a betrayal of Liam's memory. Now Wren must decide if love after loss can be just as fierce, and if her heart has the courage to beat again.

My name's Cassia Hollester. I'm different from the usual suspects, I'm divergent. Although, I never knew what that actually meant. I'm willing to find out. I'd never experienced love before, not even in my own family- until I met Eric. The leader that everyone was scared of, including myself. ******* *This story is set a year before divergent, hence why Tris or any of that books characters are included in Dauntless. The only characters included are those who would've already been there the year before Tris' transfer.* BOTH STORIES ARE CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION SO READING IS NOT ADVISED AT THIS POINT! THANKS FOR UNDERSTANDING!!

He was the darkness. She was the star who lit it up. In which the shadowsinger of the Night Court falls for his High Lord's long lost sister. "He was like a breath of fresh air after being held underwater for eternity." - "She was his punishment for every bad thing he had ever done. For no one could make him bleed the way she did." - Azriel x oc story

Savannah Myers and Noah Sebastian are old friends who met at warped tour and reunited 4 years later at Savannahs headlining tour this story talks about the past present and future

What Vivian never considered, was maybe it was her fault? All the things she's been through, may just as well have been to her own doing. Vivian and Noah didn't have the perfect relationship by any means. It was great for a while, but something changed. Noah finds himself questioning whether he should just leave, or if he loves her enough to change. Would Vivian be willing to put in the work as well, or just blame everything on everyone else? *DISCLAIMER* This story will contain very sensitive subjects, such as and possibly; abuse, self harm in various forms, suicide, alcohol use, sex, as well as more. I will include a trigger warning before each chapter that may contain any of these things. If you, or someone you know may be struggling with some of these things, reach out. Get help. You matter and deserve the best 💞

[[BOOK 1]] Veronica was never dealt the perfect hand in life, and she did a good job at complicating it further. When she finally decides to leave her abusive fiancé, Jasper, she has nowhere to run but back into the arms of someone she thought she could leave behind with her old life. Noah is a rising rockstar with the world at his disposal, but when he finds himself back at his childhood home he's brought face to face with someone he never thought he'd see again. It doesn't take long for the duo to fall back into old habits, but like most things in their life it doesn't come without obstacles. If maneuvering through the treacherous waters of their newly reignited relationship wasn't difficult enough on its own they both have skeletons in their closets waiting to make an appearance. It's hard to protect your safety when you live in glass houses. warning; this story will contain sexual content, mention of rape, abuse, drug use, alcohol, self harm and vulgar language.