Bickering Stories

To die for him, to kill for him. He'd sacrifice everything for him, even his own soul. ↣↣↣↣↞↞↠↠↣↣↣↣ Minho, a ruthless Mafia prince, is ordered to find love by his father. So, he kidnaps Jisung, a vibrant street artist, as a means to comply. Initially, their interactions are a clash of wills - Minho's iron grip against Jisung's rebellious spirit. However, Minho finds himself strangely drawn to Jisung's disobedience, and his carefully constructed façade begins to crumble. But Jisung keeps a secret hidden from Minho. Why? Can these two, from such different worlds, find love amidst the danger and uncertainty, or will Minho's ruthless nature ultimately tear them apart? ↡↡↟↟↡↡↟↟ ↡↡↟↟↡↡↟↟ JUST A FANFICTION! PLEASE DON'T TAKE IT SERIOUSLY.

They're not heroes. They're not villains. They're just a group of teens carrying secrets too big for their age-laughing through the cracks, fighting through the pressure, and standing their ground when the world tries to break them apart. When loyalty is tested and revenge starts whispering, staying together may cost more than walking away. This is the the story of three girls who just wanted to complete their assignment but ended up in a death game.

Sarah wants nothing to do with Tyler-the school's cocky bad boy who's made her his favorite distraction. She hides behind books and sarcasm, building walls he has no business climbing. But Tyler doesn't back off. Now he's on a mission: to make her see herself through his eyes... and maybe, just maybe, get her to fall for him too. She was a mystery he longed to solve... but he lost pieces of himself with every page.

When they were twelve, they buried a promise under an old tree. To stay together. To never leave anyone behind. To choose each other - always. Years later, university brings them back under the same sky. Kim Sunoo - photography major with golden hair and sharper words than he lets on. Yang Jungwon - student council president, steady and warm, the kind of boy everyone trusts. Nishimura Riki - dance prodigy and basketball captain, once the clingy younger kid who followed them everywhere... now taller, quieter, harder to ignore. They were childhood best friends. Now? Ni-ki's teasing feels less harmless. Jungwon's touches linger longer than they should. And Sunoo - who hides everything behind smiles and camera flashes - starts realizing he isn't the only one who remembers the promise. Around them, their world keeps moving. Heeseung and Sunghoon's tension simmers quietly behind locked practice rooms. Jay and Jake bicker like it's a sport - until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore. Everyone is growing up. Everyone is changing. But some things remain the same. Like the way Ni-ki still looks at Sunoo like he never stopped following him. Like the way Jungwon still reaches for Sunoo first in a crowded room. Some promises are easy to make at twelve. Some are harder to keep at twenty - especially when the heart doesn't want to choose. Golden hour fades into evening. Evening slips into night. And maybe... they were always meant to stay - like they promised. Ships: ✓Sunwonki (Main) (Sunoo bottom) (Jungwon only bottom with Ni-ki) ✓Heehoon (Sunghoon bottom ✓Jayke (Jake bottom) ✧ Disclaimer ✧ This story is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed in this book are inspired by real artists. All romantic and personal dynamics in this story are purely imaginative. Please read with an open mind and remember to respect the artists outside of this fictional universe. Thank you for supporting and enjoying this story responsibly ♡

Saanjh rejects the man she's supposed to marry before he can even ask. Vihaan was ready to follow the script. She tears it up. He doesn't argue. He doesn't leave. He just looks at her. What begins as a polite arranged meeting quietly shifts into something far more dangerous-a silent war of pride, restraint, and unfinished sentences. Saanjh has said no before. This time, she says it first. And somewhere between family expectations and the spaces neither of them dares to fill, one question lingers.. Is this just another rejection? Or the beginning of something neither of them planned... and neither is ready to admit?

Anaya Islam Rose, an unyielding and sharp-tongued officer in Bangladesh's Crime Investigation Department has always been relentless in her pursuit of justice. She is hot-headed, cruel and merciless toward criminals, she ensures that no wrongdoer escapes her grasp. But when she herself is kidnapped, Anaya is thrust into a deadly confrontation that will change everything. During this dangerous encounter, she crosses paths with Tayif Chowdhury Ris- a notorious mafia king whose name strikes fear across the underworld-and shoots him in a bold act of defiance. Anaya has no idea that from that moment, her life will take a dark and unexpected turn. ***** Ris is a predator in his own right: ruthless, cunning, and accustomed to a life of bloodshed and dominance. His existence has always been a calculated hunt... until Anaya appeared. A prey unlike any he has ever encountered-fearless, audacious, and unflinching even in the face of danger. From their very first encounter, he is captivated, torn between desire and obsession, unsure whether it is love or the thrill of the hunt that draws him to her. In a world of crime, power and violence, their fates collide and neither will remain the same. What begins as a battle between law and lawlessness may ignite a passion as dangerous as it is irresistible. And to her, he declares with a possessive smirk: "You are mine, Thorny Rose." Ris ❤️‍🔥Rose

Is night really all that different from day? She is the lowliest of scum, the least honorable of all criminals. He is hope in itself, lighting up a kingdom consumed by civil war. They are seemingly as different as night and day. But what happens when two enemies separated by life in itself meet? What happens when all you thought was true crumbles between your fingers? What happens when you are but a pawn in a game? A puppet on strings? Author's note: Hi~ I hope you- my very honored reader will come to follow along my story! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ This is my first ever book and as I am still learning English there might be some errors here and there. ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;)  Thank you!  ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡ Book updates every Saturday! + bonus chapters! -Hanyue

Grayson Hawke is a man who thrives on control. Confident, self-assured, and always keeping his emotions in check, he's never been one to let anyone get too close. So when Jayda Spears steps into his office, he doesn't expect to feel anything-because he's not the type to get involved. He's focused on his goals and nothing else. But there's something about Jayda that unsettles him, and as much as he tries to ignore it, he can't help but want her. Yet, he knows better than to let a distraction like her take over his carefully curated life. Jayda Brown is strong, independent, and unapologetically herself. She's never afraid to speak her mind, and she fights for what she wants without ever backing down. She's always been in control of her life and isn't about to let anyone-especially a man-intimidate her. When she meets her new boss, Grayson Hawke, she definitely wasn't expecting him to be drop-dead gorgeous. But she's no fool; she doesn't fall for arrogant men who think they can have everything their way. Even if he is a little hard to ignore. Or does she?

My sharplow oneshots all in one fic because I am too lazy to publish them one by one in here. All of them can also be found on ao3. cover art by venusdraws66 on tiktok

Cath Padalecki-Jared's little sister-only wanted to make Jensen Ackles, her brothers best friend,notice her. Enter Leo De Luca: a 6'4", sharp-jawed, god-tier menace with too much charm. Their fake relationship was meant to make Jensen jealous, but it spiraled into bickering, heartbreak, undeniable chemistry, and the most chaotic love story neither of them ever saw coming.

Leona's tail gave a lazy flick, then stilled. Ears twitched-not from the wind. A presence. Light footsteps on stone, too careful to be accidental. Vil. Leona didn't turn. Just smirked faintly, eyes still locked on the sky, "...You're late for your own beauty sleep, Mother Hen." As expected, Vil Schoenheit didn't take long before appearing behind Leona. He leaned against the railing beside Leona, crossing one leg over the other while his eyes also fixated on the starry sky. "I could say the same to you, my dear King of Laziness," he responded simply, a hint of amused chastisement in his voice. (reposted from my ao3 acc)

Yoonmin twitter au! Where in... Each soulmates' eyes have their own pair of color. The only way to find your soulmate is to find the exact color as your eyes. Both Yoongi and Jimin have their own yellow eyes. But the problem is, Jimin already has a soulmate.

I turned only to widen my eyes in shock. Well HELLO! Just standing a couple of steps away from me was a very- no extremely good-looking guy. "Hi," I said softly and could feel my cheeks starting to turn red. "Let me introduce myself, I'm Barclay Batson- the best man." He took a step closer to me and leaned down to whisper in my ear, "And I believe that we have a tradition to uphold." Elspeth Arden is attending her cousin's wedding this summer as a bridesmaid- unwillingly of course. She's told by many of the other bridesmaids that it's the tradition to sleep with the best man. And that best man just happens to be Barclay- better known as Clay Batson. He's handsome, funny, and charming, but is determined to get through all of the bridesmaids just as tradition has promised. But what happens when Elspeth rejects him, when the tradition is broken, and Clay becomes insistent on getting her in bed? What happens when it turns into a bet and becomes a lot more complicated than need be? What happens when she says I do...not want your body?

[HIATUS] Do you ever dream of a happy life? Or do you dream of a great partner? Or maybe you dream about monsters which makes you tremble in fear? Whatever the case may be, did you know there is a girl who has wilder dreams? Her dreams don't just stay something she imagined in her sleep, they become real. Soon, this unfortunate power will show its full potential and show our girl to a different route within her own. This however is accompanied by the girl's dangerous personality of never holding back what she thinks or wants to say. No matter who is in front of her, if she thinks he's shit, she'll say it to his face making her an eighth wonder of world to still be alive. Be with us to witness the events unfold as she gets pulled into her new life of havoc, bloodshed, hell, arguments, craziness and so much more. What do you think will happen? ⚠️ Trigger warning ⚠️ for almost everything possible hehe- Many twists and basically a whole another dimension to dive into

Where a misfit skips gym and a goody two-shoes slowly gets roped into doing the same.

Claire just wants to make it through high school and hopefully get into her dream school. She tries not to let the obstacles she's faced in her life stop her, even if they have slowed her down. Then comes Josh, they've gone to the same school since the first grade. Claire doesn't see him as an obstacle, that is until they're partnered together and she has no choice but to spend time with him. She thinks she has him all figured out, and he's determined to prove her wrong. But can he?

When a girl stuck in a stalling life meets a guy who makes even snack-table banter feel like an adventure, neither expects more than a night of distraction. But after one too many 'almosts' and a coin that shouldn't matter as much as it does, she finds herself booking a ticket to Ireland-he's going to see his family; she's going to see if she still remembers how to live. What begins as a spontaneous detour becomes something heavier. Somewhere between Dublin bus stops, rainy cliffs, and pub songs sung too loudly, they must decide: Are they running away-or just finally moving forward? A quietly aching, sharply funny story about control, connection, and the terrifying hope of something real.

Jovial

Description's on the first page :) Cover by: Unpoetic_Remorse

Aziraphale and Crowley, for once, have the same mission, even though they haven't spoken to each other for a hundred years. Will they be able to work together again? And what could a mere human have done to make both heaven and hell want him dead?