[Completed] Emperor Jeon Jeongguk, the most glorious ruler the dynasty has ever known, has waited seventeen years for his destined mate and Luna to complete his reign. But what will he do when his mate turns out to be a lunatic? And worse, what if this mate claims to be mythical creature-a human. ──────────⟆⧫────────── A Royal, reincarnation, werewolf, parallel space travel fic･ﾟ*｡

"Run?" Jungkook chuckles, dark and low, as his fingers tighten around Taehyung's wrist. "You think you can escape me?" Taehyung's chest heaves, betrayal laced in every breath. "You lied to me-" "I never lied," Jungkook cuts him off, voice as sharp as the knife he keeps strapped to his thigh. "I just never told you the truth." Taehyung shakes his head, eyes burning. "I won't be a pawn in your revenge, Jungkook." A smirk tugs at Jungkook's lips, but his eyes? Cold. Dangerous. "Pawn?" He steps closer, trapping Taehyung against the wall. "Oh, love... you were never a pawn." His fingers brush over Taehyung's jaw, tilting his face up, forcing him to meet his gaze. "You were always the prize." His fingers trace Taehyung's jaw, featherlight, like a promise written in sin. "You think love is soft, gentle?" he murmurs, dark eyes glinting. "No, love is a storm. A battlefield. And you-" He presses closer, his breath ghosting over Taehyung's trembling lips. "-you are the war I've already won." Taehyung shivers, a moth drawn to a flame that promises only ruin. "I hate you," he whispers, voice shaking. Jungkook chuckles, brushing his thumb over Taehyung's bottom lip. "Hate me all you want, love. But you'll do it in my arms." Mafia AU/ ⚠️CAUTION & TRIGGER WARNINGS ⚠️ This story contains dark themes, including trauma, violence, murder, blood, and mafia-related content. Reader discretion is advised. If you're sensitive to such topics, please proceed with caution. Themes & Tropes: Top Jungkook Bottom Taehyung ANGST 🎀🎷✨ Dark romance Mafia AU | Revenge | Power Struggle Possessive & Obsessive Jungkook Kinda as$hole jk Emotionally detached Jungkook Taehyung is Jungkook's first and only, but Jungkook refuses to acknowledge it First love, first time |Eachother's first aka virgin taekook Jungkook has never touched anyone before & never will-except Taehyung

A boy who needs help and only a possessive mafia can only help him. Cover credits to unbelievable: aisyx__

JJK :- "You Surely Want To Marry Me Kim...?" TAE :-"100% Sure Jeon..." JJK:- "I'm Just A Heartless Enigma" TAE:- "You Are Not Heartless Enigma. You Are This Omega Jeon Taehyung's Enigma..." ⬆️ KOOK ⬇️ TAE Male Pregnancy Omegaverse Dark Romance (maybe) Obsessed and possessive Top and bottom for each other whipped Top Sweet bottom Cross Dressing Death murder . . I Do Not Own Any Idol Any Pictures Besides My Stories If you Don't like my ff then leave from here

She came to Bangalore to chase a career. He saw her once-and never stopped watching. A silent man. A photo. A green saree & A jasmine scent he couldn't forget. What began as stares across rooms turns into obsession, fantasy, and a hotel key that unlocks her body... and his secrets. But when family threats force him to vanish, she builds a new life-until fate throws them back into each other's arms across continents. He never moved on. She never forgave. Now all that's left is what happens between shadows, sheets, and second chances. A slow-burn, age-gap, steamy romance set between Bangalore and Berlin. Where the heat never cools... even when the rain falls. Rated: MATURE / 18+ Main Characters Aarav Age: 30 Height: 6'2" Profession: Silent investor in an architecture firm Personality: Quiet, mysterious, extremely protective, and possessive Desires: Dominant. Silent watcher. Worships her body like ritual. Vaani Subramaniam Age: 21 Height: 5'2" Background: From a traditional Tamil Brahmin family Profession: UX designer in a Bangalore startup Personality: Smart, emotional, secretly wild. Desires: Wants to be loved fiercely, to feel chosen, to break out of control Side Characters Dev Aarav's younger brother Vaani's friendly co-worker, sweet and fun Unknowingly the reason they met Mrs. and Mr. Devraj Traditional South Indian parents Love their sons but hold strict expectations Deepak (brief role) Charming on the outside, disloyal inside

ishq woh hai jo marham ban jaaye, na ke woh jo dil ko har roz be-awaaz zakhm de jaaye I loved you as if my life rested in your hands, as if every breath I took belonged to you. You broke me with practiced ease, like breaking me was the only purpose you ever carried. "You hurt me, you betrayed me... and somewhere between your ruin and my silence, my veins of fire will finally stop burning."

She sells flowers outside a temple. He sells bodies behind closed doors. Surbhi was never meant to be seen. Not by someone like him. But Yuvaan Chauhan doesn't see-he chooses. And once he chooses... he owns. Poor. Heavy. Naive. She was invisible to the world- Until he looked at her. Now, she's no longer safe. Not from the city. Not from fate. And definitely... not from him. --- "Speak." Arnav's voice trembled. "Sir... problem. Two girls-suicide. One more is missing. We only have one backup. And now..." Yuvaan's voice dropped. Cold. Controlled. Ice. "Then find a fucking replacement, Arnav. I don't care if it's your sister. I want three hundred, not two-ninety-seven. The ship leaves at the fixed time." He exhaled. Not out of emotion-just... maintenance. Then turned to re-enter the hall- -And collided with someone. A brass thali clattered to the ground. Marigold. Jasmine. Rose. Flowers burst like a silent explosion across stone. Surbhi gasped. "S-s-sorry... mujhe maaf kijiye... galti ho gayi..." Yuvaan said nothing. He didn't look at the flowers. He looked at her. Ordinary. Breakable. Alive. A replacement. - A dark, painful love story. Not for the soft-hearted. Read at your own risk. 🖤 - Unauthorized copying, publishing, or translation is strictly prohibited.

They told me the house was empty. That the boy I was supposed to care for wasn't real. Just a doll. Just a job. But then I heard things. Felt things. The whispers in the walls, the way the air shifted like someone was always watching me. I should be scared. I should leave. But there's something about him-something that keeps pulling me back. Maybe it's the loneliness in his voice. Or the way he lingers in the shadows, waiting for me to see him. All I know is... I don't think I want to run anymore.

He was 23, and she was 18. They stood together in the registry office, ready to sign the papers that would officially make them husband and wife. It was a secret marriage-only his friend and his girlfriend knew about it. He signed first, then handed her the pen with a smile, but her heart raced as doubt and insecurity clouded her thoughts. Was this the right decision? What if his father found out about the marriage? Would his family accept an orphan and a maid like her as a daughter-in-law? What if, after fulfilling his desires, he grew tired of her and abandoned her? She had no one to stand up for her, no one to turn to if things went wrong. Was it true love, or was he simply lusting after her? Why would a billionaire's son want her? He could have anyone-maybe even a movie star-but he chose her. Why? Despite her fears, her love for him was genuine. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet his, her insecurities weighing heavy on her heart. He took her hand in his, offering a gentle squeeze, then motioned for her to sign the papers. With a quiet nod, she did. His friends clapped and congratulated the couple, each one signing as a witness on the papers. Now, legally, they were husband and wife. But to the outside world, she was nothing more than a maid in his house.