Loveandviolence Stories

📖 Story Description (Wattpad Blurb): "Bleeding Velvet" In a world where bullets speak louder than love, and loyalty is painted in blood... The Black Bangtan-top of the elite mafia world-rule the underground with velvet fists and iron hearts. But in a game of power, obsession, betrayal, and forbidden love, even kings bleed. Y/N never meant to enter their world. She never meant to be the reason hearts burned, alliances shattered, and a war ignited. But fate doesn't ask for permission-it drags you in. 50+ characters. One throne. No mercy. Only survival. Dare to enter a world where even velvet can bleed. 🔞 Dark Romance | Mafia | Obsession | Found Family | Enemies to Lovers | Trauma | Lust | Power | Survival

He lived a life of silence, violence, and loyalty-a man who never questioned orders, never hesitated to kill. But everything changed the night he met her. Hee-soo was beauty in its purest form-soft music, quiet laughter, light in a world of blood. When his boss ordered him to watch her and kill her if she betrayed him, Byung-hun thought it would be simple. It wasn't. Because he couldn't do it. He couldn't kill her. And that one act of mercy sets off a storm of betrayal, obsession, and death-dragging him into a love he never believed in, and a war he cannot win. What He Couldn't Kill is a tale of forbidden desire, brutal choices, and the haunting price of love in a world built on blood.

He was the ghost they feared. She was the storm he never saw coming. Salvatore Moretti - 28, ruthless head of the Moretti mafia family. Cold, calculated, and untouchable. Sera Lennox - 22, a foreign criminology student training to become a profiler. Quiet, stubborn, and far too smart for her own good. Their worlds were never supposed to collide. Until one night at a club, she accidentally bumps into him... and when his men try to make her apologize, she leaves them bruised and bleeding on the floor. He doesn't say much. Just one line: "Find her."

Alison Wright is dead. Not symbolically, not emotionally : clinically dead. A car. An impact. Darkness. And yet, she's still breathing. Brought back to life by a pact she doesn't understand, Alison quickly realizes this return is no miracle. Her heart beats again, but every beat comes at a price. To atone for her passage between worlds, she must face the Lost Ones. Every time a human dies with deep regrets... they rot, and transform. These souls take shape, linger, attack. And now, they're hunting her. Fortunately - or unfortunately - she's not alone. Assigned to a sarcastic and unpredictable demon named Harley Blake, Alison must learn to survive, to fight, to make sense of this hidden world... all while resisting the strange bond forming between them. Harley is no guardian angel. She's blunt, fierce, and doesn't hide her contempt for humans. But behind the fangs, something slumbers. Something softer. And far more dangerous. And as the Lost Ones draw near... Alison begins to wonder: What if the most dangerous thing here... is what she's starting to feel for her own demon? A second chance. A deal with hell. And maybe... a love neither of them expected. ⚠️ Warning, PEGI 16 ⚠️ This book contains: - Explicit language - Scenes of verbal or psychological violence - Threats of a sexual nature -drugs -some demons a little too horny -duck -mention of blood -Gun violence -Organized crime -Non-explicit sexual content In short: if you are sensitive to this kind of content, I suggest you skip it. I want to make it clear that everything described here is purely fictional. I do not in any way encourage these behaviors in real life.

The locker room smelled like sweat, blood, and stale energy. My gloves hung heavy over my shoulders, my mind scattered between fights I'd won, fights I'd ruined, and nights I couldn't remember. I laughed at a joke no one really made, muttered, "If I could, I'd kill that mf before the first round even started," and tossed a bottle against the wall. My friends shook their heads, hyping me up anyway. "Hanny... you really don't want to drink tonight. You've got the next match. Don't be careless," one said. Another friend leaned close, trying to pull me back to something resembling reason. "Nah... you've got fire. But tonight could be different. You might... want to change the routine, next match is the finale practice maybe?" I laughed, loud, sharp, broken. "I think I'll keep ruining myself. Fire's enough." When I stepped into the ring, it was all noise. screaming fans, flashing lights, sweat, metal, adrenaline. My opponent snarled, the referee barked, and I moved like a storm no one could track. Then I noticed it, something red in the crowd. Not distinct, not clear. Just a flicker, a movement that felt... out of place. My stomach twisted. I didn't know her, didn't know why I noticed her, didn't care. And yet, there was something in the way she watched or maybe I imagined it that made my chest tighten. I didn't care, I didn't even glance again. I could hear the crowd for the first time cheering, conversations, shouts. It was different it felt different. Maybe every match i have heard this. and been like this. Maybe tonight i didn't try to avoid it. I actually listened i wanted to know, i wanted to hear it. I cared, but why? I glanced at her again... She looked quiet just looking, admiring, or maybe i wanted her to admire me. Everything felt different, the lights, the smell, the voices. Like i finally felt alive, like wanting to hear her voice made me feel alive. It terrified me. But only one thought was on my mind, Who is she?