Illicit Stories

"I want to run to you like crazy. But as if I've got tones of weights tied to my feet, I won't be able to move." Park Jimin accepts the marriage proposal of a rich businessman, Jung Junsang, head of a powerful holding, with denying the more than twenty five years age difference between them -as Junsang was more of a father figure for him, replacing the father he has lost because of his mother's betrayal. His married life however, completely changes after only couple of months when the orphaned son of his husband's cousin falls head over heels in love with him. A young charming man, Jeon Jungkook. "I don't understand what you want from me." "I don't know what i want either. I'm playing with fire." Jungkook tries to suppress his feelings due to guilt for his 'uncle' who raised him as his own son, but fails the more he becomes captivated by Jimin. Jimin somewhat held a grudge against him for breaking up with his sister in the past, initially rejecting him, but to find himself beginning an affair with him, and falling madly in love with him. Could passion and love capture loyalty? [A Jikook Book Based On A Drama Series]

The story of a forbidden love that traversed time, and attempts to overcome the odds that stack against them.

Fear, hatred and pain intoxicate me. I dread and crave for blood. bc by: @Kitty Reigo

"Take my hand and I'll run with you to the outskirts of the moon--where my love for you has no boundaries."

A composition of ten poems in ten different poetic forms spanning ten different genres. My entry for the Attys Awards! ----------- The poems will not only span different poetic forms but also different genres and phases of life. I have started with a Haiku but I will encapsulate more forms over the next few days.

A woman-love-woman story. No risk, No story. "When you bounce back this time. Show no mercy."

Being billionaire girl is not the only reason I play-play with people, their emotions-my money makes them true player. Hot or dashing, robust or weak, powerful or servant - everyone wants to be my fate. However, super enchanting body and humorous smartness with billionaire's swag- nothing holds me for the split second-too bland and impure their gaze and irritating their stage!!! So I try something new- every time a new psychiatrist who'll care about my mental health and me. But none I felt to visit twice - all servile. So this time I'll hide my name. Meeting my new psychiatrist again is the only thing I want not to do but desire. His existence tears me and mine... My power hides my truth- the unbearable sweating nights- the hot breathtaking scenarios... And the secret of Ray- my psychiatrist got me with him. Since then He is after Ray. And the worst happens -Ray's identity is revealed- that he is my step brother- result of illegal and unethical relations of my mother... But I bleed for Ray and even can bleed someone else to get Ray his crown. This CEO's post is to be my half-brother's. But the psychiatrist gets too involved to not control me- mentally and I fear PHYSICALLY. And then on the cruelest moment comes and my psychiatrist makes me stab Ray -on the back. I lay in the same bed with my psychiatrist immersed in guilt and shame - his vein connected with mine. You think my psychiatrist charm made me stoop that low? I don't deny . But it is more the tactics and game plan than his sizzling-tempting physique. HAVE I already lose? Can't I be the venom I have always been? Can't I get Ray and him without the bloodshed? Can't I just be an ordinary girl? And just for once dive deep- deep inside.

Secret friendships and hidden feelings...

Celeste life took a drastic turn when she discovered her prince. charming (Derek) was a cheat will she forgive him and move on or will she take revenge

"I'm straight!" "The only straight you are is a straight up liar." {or the one featuring punk!phil and pastel!dan} STARTED - 07/02/17 COMPLETED - 29/10/17

this story is half frictional and half real. this is how I wanted something to end up but it didn't. now I wish to go back, but I can't. there are some things I wanted to change but I can't. it's all in the past now. so I guess writing about I wanted it be will make me less sad. this story contains only my point of view.

Let my poems drift you ashore.

that's the thing about illicit affairs and clandestine meetings and longing stares it's born from just one single glance but it dies, and it dies, and it dies a million little times

Christmas Eve 1953... In the sense that Natasha Romanoff returned the stones.