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Jeon Jungkook was not like the other students at the university. He was more than just a regular scholarship kid, like most of the crowd. He had something else-something that would quickly draw the attention of everyone who came near him. He was a member of a powerful criminal organization operating in the area, the notorious Red Mafioso. As a result, Jungkook was aware of the seriousness of his lifestyle. He rarely smiled, rarely made friends and kept to himself. He was someone people were afraid of, not just because of his membership in the mafia, but because of his aloof and mysterious nature. At school, he paid no attention to all the gossip and rumors about him. He didn't let it calm him down even a bit, which made some people think that he was too arrogant. He hardly ever asked anyone out or even tried to form relationships with people.
Jeon Jungkook was not like the other students at the university. He was more than just a regular scholarship kid, like most of the crowd. He had something else-something that would quickly draw the attention of everyone who came near him. He was a member of a powerful criminal organization operating in the area, the notorious Red Mafioso.
As a result, Jungkook was aware of the seriousness of his lifestyle. He rarely smiled, rarely made friends and kept to himself. He was someone people were afraid of, not just because of his membership in the mafia, but because of his aloof and mysterious nature.
At school, he paid no attention to all the gossip and rumors about him. He didn't let it calm him down even a bit, which made some people think that he was too arrogant. He hardly ever asked anyone out or even tried to form relationships with people.
But when Kim Mira walked into his life, something changed. It was obvious that Jungkook felt something for the beautiful college girl, something that could not be ignored. He had never felt anything like this before and it scared him. He had to make a decision: tell her the truth about his past or keep his secrets hidden deep inside.
Kim Mira was a bright and ambitious college girl, always striving for success in her studies. She had heard the rumors about Jeon Jungkook, the enigmatic outsider with a dangerous reputation, but she couldn't help but be drawn to him. There was something about his brooding presence that intrigued her, and she wanted to uncover the mystery behind his guarded exterior.
One day, as Mira was leaving the library, she noticed Jungkook standing alone by the entrance. His intense gaze met hers, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. She felt a magnetic pull towards him, as if their souls were connected in some inexplicable way.
Curiosity got the better of her, and Mira approached Jungkook cautiously. "Hi," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm Kim Mira. I've seen you around campus. Mind if I join you?"
Jungkook's eyes softened, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. He nodded silently, and they walked together in silence, the weight of their unspoken words hanging in the air.
Days turned into weeks, and Mira and Jungkook spent more time together. They would meet in secret, away from prying eyes, and share stolen moments of laughter and vulnerability.
Mira was captivated by Jungkook's hidden depths, and she longed to unravel the layers of his mysterious past.
One evening, as they sat on a secluded bench in the park, Mira mustered the courage to ask the question that had been burning inside her. "Jungkook, there's something I need to know," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "What is it that you're hiding? Why do you keep yourself so distant from everyone?"
Jungkook's eyes darkened, a mixture of pain and longing evident in his gaze. He took a deep breath, struggling to find the right words. "Mira, I'm not like other people. I come from a world that is dangerous and unforgiving. I'm a member of the Red Mafioso, a criminal organization that operates in this city."
Mira's heart skipped a beat, her mind struggling to comprehend the truth. She had heard whispers of the Red Mafioso, but she never imagined that the man she had fallen for would be a part of it. Fear and uncertainty washed over her, but her love for Jungkook remained steadfast.
"I won't lie to you, Mira," Jungkook continued, his voice filled with remorse. "I've done things I'm not proud of, things that could put you in danger. That's why I've kept my distance, to protect you."
Tears welled up in Mira's eyes as she reached out to hold Jungkook's trembling hand. "Jungkook, I can't deny the danger that comes with your world, but I can't deny my feelings for you either. Love doesn't always make sense, but it's worth fighting for. Let me be a part of your life, let me help you carry the burden."
Jungkook's eyes softened, a mixture of gratitude and love shining through. In that moment, they made a silent pact to defy the odds and face the challenges that lay ahead. Their love would be tested, their loyalty questioned, but together, they would navigate the treacherous waters of their forbidden connection.
Little did they know, their love story had caught the attention of someone far more dangerous than they could have ever imagined. A jealous rival within the Red Mafioso had set his sights on Mira, and he would stop at nothing to tear them apart. As their love deepened, so did the shadows of jealousy and betrayal, threatening to consume them both.
There's a lovable new boy in Philadelphia and he has everybody talking. Stunningly grubby and devastatingly hot, all the girls want him. However, Felicity Sparkle has a secret - he's a arrogant vampire. katy wu is a caring, stunning girl who enjoys reading. She becomes fascinated by Felicity who can stop elephants with his bare hands. She doesn't understand why he's so standoffish. Her best friend, a clever witch called Gregory, helps katy begin to piece together the puzzle. Together, they discover the ultimate weapon - the red, magic gun. When bodies start turning up all over Philadelphia, katy begins to fear the worst. The witch urges her to report Felicity to the police and she knows she should, so what's stopping her? She may resist Felicity's bite, but can she resist his charms? Will she be caught smiling with the vampire?
Their love had been tested, their loyalty questioned, but they had emerged victorious. As they looked towards the future, they knew that their forbidden connection had the power to overcome any obstacle. With hearts filled with hope, they walked into the unknown, ready to embrace whatever destiny had in store for them.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"