"I thought the blue of the sea would be the death of me, until I fell for the love of red." You've heard of green flags. You've been warned about red ones. But him? He's a black flag baby-the last color your lungs will ever know when he drags you under. He's the one who'll hold you beneath the tide just to watch you claw at him, desperate and delirious, and then kiss the salt from your lips like he's the one saving you. A Scientist✗Commodore romance. Highest rankings: #1 in Retellings on 10/03/26 out of 3.81K stories #1 in The Little Mermaid on 31/03/26 out of 1.2k stories #5 in Humour on 10/03/26 out of 35K stories

For Park Jimin, Hogwarts has been nothing but confines of a ritualistic legacy that leads him to nothing but damnation. He is forged of shadows and death―one who thrives in the nefarious and depraved. The Park name has been nothing but a cruel battlefield for him, urging him to fight demons a child should never have known existed. But there has always been a living, breathing presence tugging at his side: Avery Heathens. The child of blood and slaughter. The one who cheated death. She's a parasite feeding off every bit of his trauma-hardened armor and ravishingly seductive eyes. She takes what he allows her, and her content footfalls exist by his side―even when he doesn't know it. Jimin is the Forbidden Fruit she craves. Fiercely, almost in a dazzlingly charming way. Her magic is feral, her presence unsettling, her existence a quiet defiance against every place she's supposed to fit. She wears misfortune like a second skin and loneliness like a curse. Nothing about her should catch his eye. But it does. Because her darkness answers his. And when her control begins to crack―when the shadows shout louder than her heartbeat―Jimin becomes the only one capable of teaching Avery how to command the thing that threatens to consume her. She is Gryffindor with a monster inside her. He is Slytherin with a monster at his core. Yet the closer they draw, the more the line between fear and fascination begins to blur... and the more Jimin realizes that Avery Heathens is not a shadow following him. She is the shadow choosing him. And once darkness chooses, it does not let go. --- UPDATES EVERY WEEK!

In order to make ends meet you pick up a side job as the nanny of a brooding, cold perfectionist by the name of Jeon Jungkook - while in the process of doing so, you might've ended up twisting the narrative about your education just a little. Watching over a few children couldn't be too hard, right? Only Jungkook is very peculiar about how he wants things done - strict routines, meal plans and tedious study hours that make the Jeon estate feel more like a military camp than a home - and it's only a matter of time until cracks in the seemingly perfect facade begin to form. 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘 ── slowburn / age gap / ceo!jungkook x nanny!reader / mature content

"You'll kill everyone here? Even me?" The corners of Jimin's lips tilt upwards into an intrigued smile as he traces the apex of a knife down her throat. He placed enough pressure for the drag to sting but not enough for blood to be drawn. "You're a pretty good liar for a quiet saint." He gripped the handle more firmly and prodded the blade under her chin. "I thought you couldn't hear me, hm?" Ignoring his taunt, she slid her black pumps forward to nudge against the leg of his chair. "You wouldn't kill me." "I could kill you right now." Deliberately, she ran her heel up and down his ankle, her gaze trailing down to his alluring lips. "With the way you've been eye-fucking me from across the church, I'm assuming that you'd rather put something else to use instead of this knife." ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ꒰ঌ ໒꒱ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ In which Shihane finds herself close to rotting away in a cult with freedom further out of her reach when she is forced to marry the pastor's son. That is until Jimin, a feared serial killer with no limits, arrives at the church's doorstep. (cult au & serial killer x serial killer! ✧)

"You believe so much in a few scraps of parchment, Ana," he says, his voice dropping an octave, sounding dangerously low. "You should not trust them too much; it could endanger you." He pauses, his gaze boring into mine. "And can you elaborate on my eyes? I do not seem to follow." He's testing me. I can feel the trap, but I've already stepped into the clearing. "Prince, your eyes are colder than the fiercest storm of Lumerian snows," I say slowly, letting the honesty and grace of my upbringing seep into my tone. "You look upon me as though I am nothing, and I understand as our stations are worlds apart. Yet you claim love is complex. I only know this: love does not lie, and neither do the eyes. My mother often said the eyes tell the truth, and in yours, I see nothing but ice and emptiness. If this is the love you speak of, I must humbly refuse. I cannot tread the path of your past sorrows. I have my own burdens to bear."

❝𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞ Alley Cat is the kind of figure who slips through the shadows like they own him, a master of deceit and survival. Known for his sly grin and unpredictable nature, he's the one name whispered in caution across the underworld. Much like a stray cat, he roams freely, untethered by loyalty or rules, always watching, always scheming. Trust him, and you might just end up his next plaything.- That's what the book said. Living the dream as a book evaluator for Yume Hayashi is everything she ever wanted. Until the author drops dead, and suddenly she is neck-deep in an underworld mess with her life flipped upside down. Maybe if the guy who kept insisting he was her favorite character wasn't around, she wouldn't have willingly let herself get kidnapped, or even be trained by him. But, well... he is a ridiculously hot man. |𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐭||𝐏.𝐉𝐌| ➤written by: Vceria

"You know that kind of kiss, the one that makes you want more even when you're already drowning in it." "I never said I wanted it-" "At least I do." He squeezes my waist. Hard. "And if I get the urge to smoke, I want to crave your mouth instead. Not nicotine. Not anything else." His lips hover over mine, close enough to taste the warmth of his breath. "You have to have that effect on me, Celia," he whispers. "Make me fiend for you." What a strange way to stitch a dangerous word with an innocent one. Kitty Gang. What kind of name is that? Some people might picture an actual cat in a gang, but most would take it as a metaphor. 'Ah, kitty means cute, gang means danger. So... cute but dangerous?' It's a word meant to bait you. Meant to pull you in. Playful dressed as innocence. Toxicity hidden behind clueless eyes. Kitty Gang. In this book, it is not about calling someone a cat. It is about the art of being manipulatively playful-soft on the surface, deadly underneath, innocence used as a weapon. -----✪ ----- Spotify playlist for this book is available in my bio for those who love music and don't want the hassle of searching. For those who have read THAT book, this story is not a continuation of Kitty Gang. It's a refined, standalone version inspired by the same tone and themes. (That book was my practice smut book and this one, well, it isn't now. Wrote too many smuts to say I don't need any practice anymore lol)- So, this is a whole new book. Plus... that was written last year XD

a young man returns to a small town he hasn't seen in years, and a house he hasn't lived in since before the last president was born, only to find that a stray cat has given birth to kittens in his closet. vampire!jk x nerdy f veterinarian!reader (with a special interest in the science and biology aspect of the supernatural lol)

there was something in that enormous tank, hidden in the murky water. all you knew was that you weren't allowed inside the room and that it used to hold something dangerous. siren!jk x f reader

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. -