𝗔𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. ❤︎︎ You gasp when you see a woman lying completely naked on a royal red couch. She looked like a goddess sprawled amidst soft fabrics. Showing off the gorgeous beauty which was her body. Her stunningly long legs rubbing against each other, her waist caving in, full breasts creating a lewd display with her nipples looking perky and hard, her neck--a chic elegance--and her long curls resting on her shoulders. Her face showing a bold fierceness, yet a plush rosy blush. The painting was intrepid and lucidly sensual. At the same time, portraying her as an enigma that is craved for. That is wanted. That is lusted over. The face was so defined, meticulously drawn and painted. For a second, you wished it wasn't so. Cause the woman, painted on the ginormous canvas, was 𝙮𝙤𝙪. You turn around. To find 𝙝𝙞𝙢 looking at you with the same boldness. The same desire he drew you with. Like he wanted you naked for him, and he would take you with everything he could give you. ●●● ➼ This book has some of my best writing, the style is very dynamic and artistic. I write very graphically and try to make the reader experience every moment of falling in love. Him as your dripping-hot, young art teacher. Age gap: 9 years.

❝You're never going to be my wife. Never going to be anything close to my Michae. You're just a fucking babysitter for Seol. Don't forget that,❞ he growled, pinning her down with a slewing glare. "Get out of my room." She quivered softly, her doe eyes blinking. "B-But didn't we marry?" Her tiny hands tightened on her plushie. "Marriage doesn't mean dogshit to me." He started pushing her out of his room because there was no way he was letting this freak sleep in here. Crazy childish bitch. "Issok, I'll make Seol a big good girl like me, then you'll like me too, Jungkookie." She grinned, innocent to his hate, and pressed an adorable kiss on his cheeks. "Wanna play-" He harshly shoved her out before she could finish and slammed the room's door shut. Stumbling, her cute little figure fell on the ground and her tushie hurt. "Ow! So mean. Hmph, I don wanna play wichyu too!" She stomped up and went to the other room while clutching on to the plushie for moral support. ... Jeon Jungkook finds himself in the trickiest situation of his life when his family falls in love with a 22 year old woman, who has little space syndrome, and selects her as his second wife. All he can muster up is hate and disgust when he looks at her. No doubt she is amazing with his daughter Seol. That didn't mean she was getting a space in his heart or actually be his wife. She happens to be the sweetest, kindest and adorable death to him, and a beam of sunlight in his bleak dark life. Whatever he had touched had broken down, now she was gifting her joyful touch to it and bringing it back to life. Against his wishes, she was playing with the strings of his heart too easily, without a single clue of being so effortlessly beautiful inside-out. In this unknowing whirl of bringing things back to life, she might have also touched Jungkook's heart and it was coming back alive. For her. Was this the start of falling in love all over again? Why was his cold-heart starting to beat yet again?

❝You mean, both of us can get benefit out of this thing?❞ "That's literally the reason people call it FWB," he sighs, tired with your innocent ramblings. "FWB?" You question, confused. Shrouding your smirk behind the tilt of your head, you continue acting oblivious. "Friends-with-benefits, you know that, don't you?" The lines on his forehead show how bothered he was by this. Everyone your age ought to know friends-with-benefits, right? "That's really a lot considering you don't even treat me as a proper friend. Can't it be called something more simple? I don't want to feel like I'm taking benefit of somebody. We can call it sex exchange? Or sexchange?" You smile proudly, coming up with it on the spot. He remains numb, staring dead ahead like always. The familiar expression of his coldness replaces his handsome features once again. So cold, a learned shudder passes down your spine. He's a snowman, he's an iceberg, always so fucking cold. Your insides prick when the expression replaces the rare mood of him wanting to talk. Talking with him is no different than talking to an inanimate object. "Fine, sexchange." "So, you agree? You'll dat- fake date me?" "I'll fuck you. That's it." *** ➼ mature content. ➼ smuts, angst, fluff, love, softness, jealousy and a cold jungkook who can fuck you harder than he hurts you.

"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.

❝The moment I put this ring on your finger, you became my property.❞ ━━━━━━━༻𝓟･𝓑࿔━━━━━━━ 2044. Korea is one country now. One government, one flag, one man. Gi Jong's regime decides what people see, what they know, and who they're allowed to be. Behind the walls, civilians go about their lives. Outside them, a war has been running for years. The one Lee Jieun's father started, and that she kept going after he died. She was captured. And Gi Jong found something better to do with her than a bullet. A marriage to General Kang Jaehan, the man who spent years hunting her, and put them both in front of cameras as proof the war is over. Her sister stays in a military cell. The terms are simple: cooperate, or the young girl pays for it. Jieun has no army. She has no Kawa. She has a husband she despises, a regime expecting an heir, and a wedding ring that is also a leash. But she is inside the walls now, close to the people running the war. And she is paying attention. ⚠️ +𝟷𝟾 | 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 ⚠️

|𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃| ❝Nice dress. Can I talk you out of it?❞ ━━━━━━━༻𝓟･𝓑࿔━━━━━━━ 𝗠𝗢𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗡 𝗔𝗨 ✧ Exhausted from living in a toxic environment, she decides to potentiate herself in a very unusual department in her life. ˣ ˣ ˣ ⚠️ +𝟷𝟾 | 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 ⚠️

[Enemies to lovers, dark, second chance romance ] ❝ Men that are good in bed, can be the cause of a girl's ultimate doom❞ - Kim Taehyung. When Nina said monsters don't dwell in darkness, she was right because sometimes a monster thrive behind the divine face and golden, witchery eyes. Kim Taehyung was that monster, he was everything that Nina Wang despised. He was her gorgeous doom, a filthy fantasy, her old enemy and her soon to be husband. COVER MADE BY MY BABY @vkookify! Romance Mature stuff. 21+ Mature language Not Y/N story.

|𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃| ❝Don't go easy on me, princess. I'm here to kill your entire family after all.❞ ━━━━━━━༻𝓟･𝓑࿔━━━━━━━ 𝗚𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗨 长 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟮 How far would a detective go to put a sweet, but not so sweet, little angel behind bars without running the risk of falling hard for it? ˣ ˣ ˣ ⚠️ +𝟷𝟾 | 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 ⚠️

|𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃| ❝Be with someone who'll break your bed, not your heart.❞ ━━━━━━━༻𝓟･𝓑࿔━━━━━━━ 𝗠𝗢𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗡 𝗔𝗨 ✧ He gave up on her. For good. Or at least that's what he kept telling himself since the day she left. ˣ ˣ ˣ ⚠️ +𝟷𝟾 | 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 ⚠️

THE BILLIONAIRE AND HIS SUGAR BABY " I made love to her on paper , and spilled ink like passion across the sheets. I caressed her curves in every love letter. I kissed up and down her thighs in short sentences and prose. I tasted all her innocence, without a spoken word. I bit her lip , and pulled her hair in between the lines. I made her arch her back and scream. She was supposed to write a book, but I guess we ended up writing ours on eachother's soul."