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Bullet To The Heart

To Seventeen,With All My Heart

Thank you all so much for giving my story so much love! I started this fanfic with just a dream in my heart, and now seeing it reach 15k views feels surreal. Every read, every comment, and every little bit of support means the world to me. To SEVENTEEN and all the Carats who inspired this journey—thank you for being my light. Let’s continue this story together till the very last page. Say the name… SEVENTEEN! — With love, byeonchen Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction inspired by the K-pop group SEVENTEEN. The real names and personalities of SEVENTEEN members are used fictionally with the utmost respect and love. This story is purely fictional and is not meant to represent the real individuals. I do not own SEVENTEEN or their likeness. No profit is being made from this story. Two ordinary girls. One extraordinary group. A shared dream that brings them to SEVENTEEN’s world—where friendship blossoms, love quietly takes root, and the line between idol and heart becomes beautifully blurred. Nian and Xuanye never imagined they’d end up living under the same roof as the 13 boys who changed their lives through music. What begins as awe and awkward encounters soon turns into laughter, late-night talks, and memories stitched with music, vulnerability, and love. But the world of idols isn’t easy—and falling in love with one might just be the hardest lesson of all. A fanfic filled with slow-burn romance, emotional bonds, healing moments, and the power of believing in yourself when your heart whispers, “This is real.”
byeonchen · 16.3K Views

SHADOWS OF THE HEART

The shadows lurked, its whispers a fearful caress to the heart. A word of it begot omen and doom is the person who sees it. The world was evolving, creatures emerging and some going instinct, but one rule remained among the humans, "BEWARE OF THE NIGHT CREATURES." Ophelia, tossed and turned by the cruel wind and unfortunate side of the world found herself embracing the very shadow that was feared by many. The shadow which always haunted her. Not only was she haunted, but she was also the reason the shadow lurked. Its darkness deftly intertwined with the course of her life, bringing to light secrets locked away in the abyss. Secrets which led her to the arms of the one whose statements remained of evil. Rumors of her prevailed, each one more abhorrent than the other. While most of the rumors were false, there were specks of truth in them. However, in the dance of darkness, its drums beaten by the shadows, everything and every danger she faced culminated on the day she was bitten by the very creature humans termed evil and vile. She was his pawn, his amusement to be poked, his first bite. Her blood the first to ink his fangs, had unbeknownst to him formed a forbidden and sacred bond that could not be severed unless she died. Gone from his play toy to the number one on his kill list, Ophelia found herself confronting dangers that she, no matter how hard she tried, could never win against. When the game of chase and death slowly evolves into an unspoken spark-like trail of shadows weaving in the hearts of the predator and the prey, Ophelia is conflicted about the path to follow. The path to toss the dangers aside and embrace the whispers of her heart— or, the path to heed the warnings of her heart and run further from her predator. Unfortunately, in the dance of the cruel hand of fate, whichever way she took, he was always there like a shadow ready to entrap her. SHE WAS HIS FIRST BITE AND HE WAS HER SHADOW.
Amzy_Bella · 8.5K Views

"Let Your Soul Kneel to My Heart"

He exhaled the smoke from his cigarette as if releasing his soul. The ember dimmed, but the fire in his chest roared louder. “How did I become this chained to you?” he murmured, his voice hollow. “Like shackles on my heart… How does one leave when they were imprisoned in someone’s love? How did I, so cautious and aware, fall victim to you? And how does one heal from wounds carved by the one they trusted?” There was no reply. Just the silence of her gaze, fleeing from his. “Tell me,” he whispered, “how do I rip you from my chest when you’ve rooted yourself like a rose among thorns—cutting me every time I try to let go? I bleed when I forget you, I break when I hate you. What kind of curse is this? And now you ask for forgiveness… Tell me—will forgiveness teach me how to forget?” She blinked away tears, her voice trembling like a confession: “I hurt you… and I hurt myself too. Your wounds burn inside me like fire. Let me heal them. Let me give you my soul, fill your heart with a love that honors you, that redeems me. I’ll erase the pain with tenderness, heal you with my beauty, my cunning… I killed you, I know. Let me bring you back to life.” He crushed the cigarette between his fingers. Harshly, he barked: “Then bow.” She bowed, voice soft, eyes lowered. “And here I am, my love… I bow before your heart, in surrender. Will you forgive me now?” A wicked smile curled on his lips. “Stab my heart,” he said coldly. “Ask for forgiveness. Wish for death. Because my forgiveness… is fire. And in it, you shall burn.”
iyad_Rokhou · 2K Views

When The Heart Remembers

What if two people entered your life... One makes your heart race, as if your souls have known each other for a thousand years. The other walks silently by your side, shielding you from the storm, never saying much, but never once leaving. …Then who is the one that truly loves you? In hazy dreams beneath the moonlight and rustling bamboo, Bach Lan sees herself running through a sea of fire and hears someone call her by a name long forgotten by time: “Little Bach.” A voice so familiar, gentle, and distant, as if from a past life. Yet when she wakes, that gaze, that feeling, still makes her heart tremble. In the present, she is just an ordinary girl starting a new job, living a quiet life in the city. But since the day she met those two men, her inner world began to crack. One is warm and gentle. The other, distant and cold, but silently protective. Memories she never lived. Emotions she never named. And truths long buried in the spiral of reincarnation... Love, resentment, and fate are they born from the heart’s will, or simply the wheel of destiny turning once more? A story woven between reality and dreams. A love that transcends time itself, just to discover: Who is the one that truly awakens your heart? Copyright Notice: The work “When the Heart Remembers” (Nhất Dạ Chiêu Tâm) is the original creation of me – Zieny. This story was originally written in Vietnamese. This English version was translated with the help of AI and carefully reviewed by the author. All translations, including the English version, have been made by me or under my direct permission, with the intention of reaching a wider international audience. Please do not copy, repost, or use any part of this work in any form without my written consent. If you enjoy light-hearted, humorous romance with a handsome professor and an irresistibly cute student, feel free to check out my other story: “My Professor, My Husband.” I’d be so happy to have you join me on both journeys! ❤️
Zieny189 · 6.6K Views

ECHO'S OF THE HEART

ECHOE'S OF THE HEART" a captivating romance thriller that explores several themes. It depicts the life of Wendy, a successful event planner in Dubai, navigates mysterious memories that are not apprehendable. Her life intertwines when she meets Bryan, a decorated U.S. Naval officer and Dubai's representative in the international horse riding competition. As they explore Dubai's luxury and mystic, they uncover secrets, heart-rising encounters, and soul-deforming and transforming incidents. Will these deforming and transforming incidents make them stronger or separate them? Will they navigate through all odds, or will the speedmeter of life trials separate them? Theme of Erotic Romance: 'He moaned my name and say "ouuuuuuu Wendy I'm cuming!!!" he released his sperm on my face. Then I licked it because I thought I found love; then my eyes were becoming clearer from the intoxication. He sucked my nipple and fiddled the other. I moaned and shouted his name "Staceyyyyyyyyy, suck me harder. Bite my nipple babby" finger me until I come. He fucked me for five...' Theme of war and consequence: 'The mission had gone terribly wrong, and I couldn't process the loss. Scofield's words cut deep: "I thought about my family; what would they say about me, he is in a place where he isn't supposed to be, he died in a cause of something he knew nothing about...' Theme of Human Trafficking: "My name is Nnena, and I'm a Nigerian. My father sold me off for prostitution telling me I was coming to work in Dubai as..." Theme of Tragedy: Suddenly, another RPG blast shook us. "Incoming!" someone yelled. "Gboooooooooom..." Theme of poverty: Upon arrival, a luxury car picked us up. We drove through Bamako's dusty streets, witnessing poverty... Theme of Philanthropist: After the wedding, I decided to use some of my earnings to make a positive impact on Bamako. "You have shown us that true leadership is not about seeking power or worship, but about serving others and making a positive difference in... The village elders added, "Your efforts have brought hope and prosperity to... Theme of Rape: "Later, I was told she was a victim of rape by my biological father, so I'm a child of rape... "I was raped by the junior brother of the woman whose child I taught for free... Theme of sport and Adventure: You've been chosen to represent Dubai in the upcoming International Horse Race... Theme of Dehumanization: " even when I am on my period she do put cotton wool inside my vagina to block the blood. The men having sex with us won't... Theme of Female trafficking: The agents in Cotonou lies to the Embassy that we are going to study and they will tell us what to say. But in actual sence they are sending us to... Theme of Divine intervention: "D" lingered, making me think of Davido, the renowned Nigerian Afrobeat musician. Suddenly, my phone beeped with an incoming call and I picked: "Unknown Number: Yo! Whatup my nigga ? this is Davido speaking..."
MD_MERCURIAL17_07 · 4.5K Views
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