The world never bowed for monsters like us-it bled.
He was born with fire in his veins, a king forged from bullets and betrayal. I was raised in the shadows, the daughter of a man who ruled empires with an iron fist. Power was our birthright, violen...
"Sweet ? No, love . I write the darkness you'll beg for"
Well, well, darling… you’ve wandered into my world. A world where men are carved from shadows, women wear blood like diamonds, and love isn’t gentle—it’s violent, obsessive, and far too delicious to resist.
Don’t look at me like that… I know exactly why you’re here. You crave the forbidden. You ache for the kind of romance that bruises, bites, and leaves scars you’ll beg to feel again. Sweet stories bore you. You want fire. You want ruin. You want me.
And I’ll give it to you—slow, sinful, and addictively dark. I’ll make you blush, I’ll make you burn, and I’ll make you forget every line between pleasure and pain. Because, sweetheart, I don’t write fairytales… I write sins dressed as stories.
So lean closer. Let me seduce you with words, ruin you with desire, and keep you begging for just one more chapter.
And who am I? I’m the wicked little secret you’ll never confess to… but you’ll always come back of.
Although I will do a favour to y'all and give you a Happy ending to celebrate
It's my first FF so plz avoid it if there are any grammatical mistakes . No need to point out my mistakes in the comment section because if you'll dare to do that then I'll remove your comment. Simple. 😌 Enjoy ~
Bye , lil pervy babies....
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 .......
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"They called me a princess, but i was raised like a weapon.The daughter of a mafia king doesn't get fairytales-she gets blood on her hands before she learns to write her name. My smile was sharpened into a blade, my silence deadlier than any gun. Men twice my size feared the weight of my stare, because i wasn't just my father's heir...I was his storm.
And storms don't beg. They destroy. "
Kim Y/N - THE CRUEL MAFIA PRINCESS ☄️
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" Power was never given to me-I ripped it from the hands of men who thought I was too young, too reckless, too brutal to survive. They were wrong. Every scar I carry is a lesson written in blood, and every enemy I buried became a stepping stone to my empire.
I don't need to raise my voice to be obeyed. Fear does the talking for me. My silence is louder than gunfire, and my rage... my rage is a death sentence.
I am not a hero. I am not the man you run to for salvation. I am the monster they whisper about in back rooms-the one no one dares to cross.
And if she thinks she can stand against me, she'll learn soon enough... storms don't scare monsters. "
Jeon Jungkook - THE HEARTLESS MAFIA ☄️
Author's pov ✨
Y/N 🔥
She was not the kind of woman you could place in a fairytale. She was carved out of fire, raised on blood, and trained in silence sharp enough to cut bone. The daughter of a mafia king, her childhood was not dolls and lullabies, but daggers and whispered threats. She learned early that power was not given-it was taken, claimed, and defended with teeth and claws.
To outsiders, she was elegance, untouchable beauty draped in shadows. But beneath that was danger-cold, deliberate, and merciless. She wasn't just his daughter. She was his heir. His storm. His legacy.
And the world had no idea how lethal she could be.
Jungkook❤️🔥
He was not born to follow-he was born to rule. Every scar etched into his skin told the story of survival, of empires won and enemies buried. The world didn't hand him power; he tore it from bleeding hands and built his throne on the bones of those who underestimated him.
Men feared his silence more than his rage, because silence meant he had already decided their fate. He carried himself like a king, but there was nothing noble in his reign-only shadows, violence, and a ruthlessness that bent the world to his will.
He wasn't just dangerous. He was untouchable. A monster dressed as a man.
And once his path crossed with hers, destiny had no choice but to burn.
What will happen when two storms will collide ? Will they destroy each other or will they destroy the world for each other ?
