When he appeared in front of me after seven years, I noticed that he had changed completely-both physically and mentally. It hit me that I had never truly gotten over him. My gaze traveled over his tattooed arm, then up to the earrings in both of his ears and the ring on his bottom lip. My heart began to race the moment our eyes met. The slight smirk at the corner of his lips hinted at danger. He knew exactly how much he attracted me, and I suddenly felt irritated with myself for it.

"Be careful," he cautioned, a lingering intensity in his gaze. "You don't want to die. So whatever you do, stop looking at me like you want to be kissed." His lips, perfectly shaped and inviting, attempted to form a smile, yet the profound sadness in his eyes held them back, casting a shadow over his expression. It was more than just me who felt it. Beneath the layers of his guarded demeanor, he, too, was aware of the palpable tension between us. It was as if an invisible force drew us closer, an intoxicating attraction that was both exhilarating and terrifying. The air was charged, thick with unspoken words and suppressed desires, making it almost unbearable to maintain distance. Each passing heartbeat echoed the undeniable connection that had formed, leaving both of us teetering on the brink of something we couldn't fully comprehend.

"I guess I fell in love." "Yeah?" "Yes." "And who is the unlucky one?" "You..." I whispered. His dark eyes stopped in mine and my stomach felt tight. He threw me a small, innocent smile. "And what do you expect me to do about it?" "Love me back?" In less than a second his sweet smile transformed into a devilish one, and it took me completely off guard. "Make me."

A playful smile tugged at the corners of his lips, accentuating the rugged contours of his face. He traced the outline of his upper lip with his tongue, a gesture that sent a thrill down my spine. "Feeling still vulnerable?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. I barely managed to whisper, "No..." "Good... then am I allowed to do this?" His tone shifted, filled with a teasing intensity that made my breath hitch. With a fluid motion, he hovered over me, placing his hands on either side of the bed, effectively trapping me beneath him. The warmth radiating from his body enveloped me, and I could feel his breath-warm and tantalizing-grazing my neck. As he leaned closer, I could hardly contain the shudder that coursed through me. His lips brushed against my skin, a delicate caress that ignited a fire within. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations swirling around us. When his lips found a particularly sensitive spot on my neck, a soft whimper escaped my lips. He let out a soft chuckle, clearly enjoying the effect he had on me. Cover by @alfaesha

"We only fuck. We can stop at any time. Just tell me when you will find someone else." "I will always choose my wife over you. I am just using you." He has never stayed to cuddle or talk after we've been intimate. The moment we finish, he's quick to gather his things and leave, disappearing back to her. Every time he walks away, it cuts deeply, leaving me feeling abandoned. It stings, yet I find a twisted comfort in this arrangement; at least I still get to see him, even if it's just for fleeting moments. I try to convince myself that it's better to have these brief encounters than to lose him entirely.

Winner at thefictionawards 2018 at best diverse book and best overall stories. Highest rank #1 in fanfiction, #1 in Jungkook Thank you guys I stood there, momentarily dumbfounded, my heart racing with confusion. Would she not open the door? My gaze shifted back to the boy behind the bars, and my breath caught in my throat. He stood still there, his dark eyes fixed on me-cold, empty, yet strikingly beautiful. Despite his youth, there was an unsettling depth to his gaze that seemed to pierce through any barriers, reaching straight into my soul. If I remember that day, I guess your eyes won my heart since that moment. Isn't that something you should be proud of? Cover by @alfaesha

Winner at thefictionawards 2018 as best fanfiction Its fur was a brilliant white, reminiscent of freshly fallen snow blanketing the earth in winter. The sun caught the glimmers of his coat, making it appear almost ethereal. His eyes, a striking shade of blue, sparkled like the most transparent summer sky, filled with a depth that seemed to hold untold secrets of the wild. At that moment, I felt an undeniable pull towards the wolf, like an invisible thread connected our souls. Overcome by emotion and a sense of wonder, I dropped to my knees in the soft grass, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of fear. Gently, I reached out and wrapped my arms around the magnificent creature. The warmth of its body carried an energy that was both calming and exhilarating. Without a second thought, I whispered into the air, "I love you," knowing that the words held the truth as profound as the bond I felt forming between us. COVER BY @alfaesha