Kim Haewon, the golden girl - everyone adored her. Everyone but him... Go Kyungjun - at least that's what he wanted to believe, what he wanted others to think. Deep down, he knew he wanted her just as much as the other guys. But liking someone meant risking rejection and he'd rather be feared than humiliated. Power meant everything to him. But when faced with a deadly mafia game - he'd rather lose everything than lose her.

in which popular fighter Kang Mirae meets Hong Woo-jin and his friend Kim Gun-woo. she helps them destroy the enemy and in exhange they help her find a person. in that time Woo-jin and Mirae slowly fall for eachoder. Hong Woo-jin x fem OC! nyra-as 2026

What happens when the CM of the state falls for the opposition party's president's daughter? A war.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 , 𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒏 . ── .✦── .✦ 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 , 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 - 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 , 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 , 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 . 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢 , 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 , 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 . ─ .✦── .✦ 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 . ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 . 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 , 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 . 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 , 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭 .

She wrote a fantasy. He has no idea he's living in it. Years ago, Stormi Sinclair wrote a spicy little F1 romance about a moody, misunderstood driver and the ordinary girl who ruins him. The book blew up. Stormi didn't - at least not until the internet figured out who she was. Now she's an influencer with a past she doesn't talk about, and a secret she definitely won't be willing to admit to him. Because Lando Norris has enough on his plate - public meltdowns, press breathing down his neck, and a reputation that swings between national treasure and total mess. The last thing he needs is another public disaster and hateful comments. They hate each other at first, but then... He doesn't know she's that author. And she's not planning to tell him. Yet. English is not my first language! I'm just experimenting with this one so feel free to leave some comments and advices! xx

EDITING!!!!!! "You don't make this easy," I whisper. "What?" "You. Being around you. It's... hard." His brow furrows slightly, and for once, there's no teasing. "Why?" I hesitate, lips parting-words forming but never making it out. Because I want you. Because I don't trust myself. Because you make me feel like I'm not in control. "I don't know," I lie. But the way he looks at me-like he knows exactly what I didn't say-makes my chest ache. ⭑ With her families sudden purchase of Red Bull Racing, Noa Vandenbosch is thrown into the world of Formula One. Only she didn't exactly expect a hook up from the month before to be a driver on the rival team. ⭑ Lando Norris x Female OC Social Media x Real Life #1 in ln4: 05/05/25 THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. I DO NOT KNOW ANY OF THE PEOPLE MENTIONED. NOTHING WRITTEN CORRESPONDS TO REALITY.

( ⩇⩇:⩇⩇ ) ıllı . 𝚄𝙽𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝅄 ︵ ━━━━━━ '𔓕ˏ ᎒ ❅ 𝗃𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗁 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂 / 𝗁𝖺𝗆𝗓𝖺 𝖺𝗅𝗂 𝗆𝖺𝗓𝖺𝗋𝗂 . ( 𓇥 ) 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐳𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 . ( ⏱ ) ━━━ 𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴⎯𖢲 ( ⏱ ) ━━━ ⓒ 𝒍𝒖𝒗𝒐𝒇𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𓍢ִ໋🀦⃝🐾

I love pink. He loves red. I crave strawberry milk. He craves... an HEIR?! I am just a normal college student. I like coding (badly), cute ribbons, and justice. My biggest problem was supposed to be passing Theology class. But I don't know how I ended up with a heavy diamond ring on my finger. One moment I was trying to hack a bad guy's phone, and the next, I was signing a contract with the Devil himself. Now, I live in his fortress. He treats me like a princess, but he looks at the world like he wants to burn it down. And the worst part? He keeps talking about his "Legacy." He wants a baby. RIGHT. NOW. Excuse me, Sir? I have midterms next week! Does the baby come before or after my exam?! Is it Stockholm Syndrome if the villain is your husband? Asking for a friend.

When Ashley Jones learns that her ex-boyfriend is dating her ex-best friend, her hopes for a fresh start in college come crashing down. The payback? Making a fake dating deal with the beloved defenseman of Wellsfield Eagles, Kris Argent, to get revenge. Standalone in the Wellsfield University Series *** Ashley Jones is eager to put the past behind and start afresh at Wellsfield University. However, when she sees her ex-boyfriend kissing her ex-best-friend at a party, her hopes are dampened. Betrayed, hurt, and cornered by the two worst people from her past life, she strikes a fake dating deal with Kris Argent, Wellsfield Eagles' beloved defenseman, to keep up appearances and get revenge. After all, Kris has his own difficult ex and prying hockey teammates he's trying to get away from. But as Kris and Ashley spend more time together, fake starts to feel a little too real and emotions run high. Soon, Ashley faces a bigger dilemma than before. Can she get her happily ever after with Kris, who has given up on love? Or will she be heartbroken all over again?

Honey twirls her straw in a half-melted strawberry milkshake, pretending she doesn't notice Steve Harrington sliding into the booth across from her like he owns the place. He doesn't. She does-at least the way everyone's eyes flick to her when she laughs or tilts her head just right. Steve drops his elbows onto the table, grinning like he didn't just knock over the ketchup on his way in. "You ordered without me?" "You were five minutes late," Honey says, not bothering to look up. "I got hungry." Steve huffs a laugh, pushing his hair back like it personally wronged him. "Five minutes is basically on time." "Not in my world." When she finally lifts her eyes, Steve's in the middle of stealing one of her fries. She smacks his hand lightly-more of a tap than a hit-but he reacts like she's electrocuted him. "Hey! I was gonna eat that!" "You were gonna steal it," she corrects, lips curving just slightly. Steve rubs the back of his neck, smiling like he can't help it. "Same difference." The diner hums around them-dishing clatter, milkshake blenders, soft rock on the jukebox-but it's the small, stupid things between them that feel loudest. The way their knees brush under the table. The way he watches her without meaning to. The way she pretends not to see it. Honey lifts a fry to her lips, slow. "You're staring again, Harrington." Steve startles, cheeks pinking. "Am not." "Are too." He tries to recover with a shrug. "Yeah, well... you're hard not to look at." Honey freezes for half a second-half. Then she scoffs, soft and dangerous. "Flattery doesn't work on me." "Good thing I wasn't trying to be flattering," he says, eyes dropping to his plate.