When the Clock Strikes 10 Jisung never planned on being a dad at seventeen, but life doesn't really care about plans. Between diapers, late-night feedings, and working the graveyard shift at the tiny corner market, he's barely keeping it together. His world is small... just him, his daughter Hana, and the creaky market shelves. Then he walks in. Minho. The kind of man who makes the air shift when he enters a room. Sharp suits. Cigarette smoke clinging to him like a second skin. Nobody knows who he really is, but everyone knows not to ask. All he says that first night is, "Pack of smokes." But then he sees Hana. And he comes back. Every night. 10 p.m. sharp. What starts as sarcasm and side-eyes at the counter slowly becomes something Jisung didn't think he'd ever have again... connection. But Minho carries shadows with him, and Jisung already has more than enough on his plate. Still... when the clock strikes 10, it's hard to ignore the way his heart beats louder than the market's old ceiling fan. Dark romance with soft chaos, unexpected family moments, and a mafia man who learns how to baby-proof a stroller.

#Normal #Myanmar fiction #punishment type #ဆိုးသွမ်းလွန်းတဲ့ကောင်မလေးနဲ့ တည်ငြိမ်ရင့်ကျက်တဲ့ကောင်လေးရဲ့အချစ်ဇာတ်လမ်း #ဖတ်ကြည့်ပါ တစ်ခုခုတော့ကျန်မှာပါ

❝ a little death ❞ minsung | stepbrothers | slow burn to hell make me feel like somebody else when you're touching me, touching me never felt so holy and ruined at the same time Lee Minho was fourteen when he sold his soul for a jar of strawberry jam and a smile he wasn't allowed to want. Han Jisung was twelve, loud, sticky-fingered, and wearing Minho's hoodie like it was made for him. He didn't know that one look turned his new step-brother into a walking graveyard of sins that hadn't happened yet. Eight years. Eight years of teeth and silence and "don't come in, I'm changing" and "stop stealing my fucking shirts, Jisung-ah." Eight years of Minho loving him so hard it felt like dying every single day, just a little. A little death by a thousand almosts. They share a house. They share a bathroom. They share parents, a last name, and a secret that would burn the whole thing down if it ever slipped out. This is not a love story. This is a confession. This is blasphemy in the shape of two boys who call each other "hyung" and "Sungie" while pretending their hands don't shake when they brush. Touch me like a prayer you're scared to say out loud. Ruin me slow. Make me yours in every way the world won't let us be. (And when we finally break, let it be quiet. Let it be sacred. Let it be the kind of death that feels like coming home.) ⛧ slow burn so slow it hurts ⛧ stepbrothers (yes, really) ⛧ no one dates anyone until chapter 20 (i'm not kidding) ⛧ strong language, religious guilt, and too many almost-kisses ⛧ inspired by "a little death" the neighbourhood you shouldn't want this. you're going to read it anyway. welcome to the sin. hope you brought holy water.

Velkommen til et kig ind i min verden. Jeg hedder Anna og er 25 år. Jeg er uddannet fysioterapeut og er ansat hos Herning-Ikast. Jeg har set spillet håndbold i mange år, men måtte stoppe grundet skader. Men håndbolden har jeg ikke helt lagt på hylden. *** Følg med i Annas liv når hendes karriere ændre sig. Hun ender tilfældigt med til træning hos herrelandsholdet, og derfra ændres nogle ting hos Anna. Kærlighed, venskaber, karriere og opmærksomhed. Highest rank on fanfiktion: #1

Description Jisung is a complete softy sweet, bubbly, and hopelessly curious about everything. With a heart too pure and a mouth that never stops joking, he has a way of turning even the darkest situations into something laughable. Adorable, clumsy, and fearless in the most ridiculous ways, Jisung doesn't realize how much danger he attracts by stepping into a world that isn't his. On the other side of that world stands Minho a ruthless mafia boss, a man carved out of shadows, feared by everyone who speaks his name. Cold, calculating, and a psychopath at heart, Minho doesn't know what it means to feel warmth... until Jisung barges into his life uninvited. A dark romance unfolds where laughter meets blood, innocence collides with cruelty, and a curious boy might be the only light capable of softening the monster in the shadows.

Det er VM 2021, og Nora er lige blevet hyret som håndboldherrernes SoMe manager. Hun vil vise at hun er mere end bare en radiovært, og Nikolaj Jacobsen niece. Hvad hun dog ikke ved er, at de mennesker hun kommer til at møde, kommer til at få en større betydning for hende og hendes fremtid. "Us" er en fanfiktion skrevet om håndboldherrerne og hvordan jeg ser deres personligheder.

☾ BLOOD ON THE CROWN ☽ Enemies to lovers | Mafia heirs | Slowest burn you'll ever fucking scream at. In Seoul's underworld, only one throne matters. Two heirs want it. Only one can sit on it. And they'd rather carve each other's hearts out than share. Hwang Hyunjin (24) Cold. Cruel. Untouchable. The Hwang empire's golden son who doesn't give a fuck about power; he was born in it, bathed in it, and he's bored of it. All he wants is for the annoying blond psycho to stop trying to murder him every five seconds. Lee Yongbok (Felix) (23) Beautiful. Ruthless. Starving for fear. The Lee family's secret weapon with a smile sharp enough to cut throats and a voice deep enough to make angels sin. He will become the most feared name in this city, even if he has to step over Hyunjin's corpse to do it. They've hated each other since they were teenagers. Guns drawn at galas. Knives under tables. Blood on marble floors. Every encounter ends in threats, broken glass, and tension so thick you could choke on it. But hate and want are two sides of the same blade. 20 chapters of pure venom, filthy tension, and "touch him and die" glares before either of them even thinks about admitting they're obsessed. Knives against throats. Whiskey on lips. Hands fisted in shirts that should've been ripped off ten chapters ago. This isn't a love story. This is war. And the battlefield just got a lot wetter. Warning: strong language in every chapter, violence, explicit sexual content (later), power play, morally black characters, and two idiots who would rather burn the city down than say "I want you" before chapter 20.

Title: Your Pain, My Pleasure Genre: Dark Romance / BL / Mafia / Angst / Possessive Description: Jisung has always been easy to break. Bullied at university. Abused at home. Flinching at every sound, every touch. The world has taught him to fear everyone. Until Minho finds him. Feared across South Korea as the most ruthless mafia boss, Minho sees something in Jisung no one else does a fragility he can't ignore, a brokenness he wants to claim. But Minho isn't gentle. He's dangerous. Obsessive. Possessive. And the closer Jisung gets to him, the more Minho's dark world seeps into his life. Bound by fear, desire, and a promise of protection, Jisung must navigate a world of violence, obsession, and forbidden passion where every flinch, every whimper, only makes Minho's pleasure grow. Warning🔞⚠️: Dark themes, trauma, possessive romance, abuse, and explicit content. Korean when they talk but translated.

"I told you once, in a garden that no longer exists... no matter how fast you run, I will always be the ground you fall on." At thirteen, it was a game of catch under the weeping sakura trees. Prince Han Jisung was the sun-drenched rebel who hated his crown, and Lee Minho was the boy who promised to always catch him. Ten years later, the blossoms have turned to ash. Jisung is a prince trapped in a golden cage, suffocated by a royal life he never wanted. Minho is no longer his playmate; he is the King's Enforcer... a cold, lethal poet in black silk and silver thread. He is the shadow to Jisung's light, a man who treats Jisung with a flirty, dangerous obsession that leaves the Prince utterly powerless. But when a political marriage is arranged between the Enforcer and a mysterious girl from the North, the poems turn to tragedies. Minho claims he's doing it to protect him. Jisung feels the world slipping away. And the bride-to-be? She isn't looking for a husband... she's looking for a sacrifice. In a world of iron and magic, who catches the sun when it finally falls?

Han Jisung sings about forbidden love every night on stage... velvet voice dripping with longing for someone he can't touch. He never thought the lyrics would come true. With Eclipse's comeback exploding, the threats get too close: leaked photos, creepy gifts, sasaengs at the door. The company sends Lee Minho. Tall. Cold. Lethally hot. Professional bodyguard who moves into their dorm, shadows every schedule, and gets assigned primarily to Jisung "for safety reasons." One problem: proximity is constant. Dorm hallways at 5 a.m. Cramped vans. Backstage corners barely big enough for two. Hotel rooms with only one bed "by accident." Another problem: it's forbidden. Dating ban. Company rules. Minho's job on the line. But honey-lemon tea appears every morning. A strong arm blocks crowds without thinking. Quiet "are you okay?"s in the dark after close calls. Jisung's heart doesn't care about rules anymore. And Minho? He's starting to forget why he's not allowed to burn the world down for the boy he's supposed to protect. In the spotlight, they're idol and shadow. Offstage, they're something dangerously close to real.