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Criminal x Normal Girl Y/N walked down the quiet street at night, hoodie up, sneakers scuffed, and her favorite black cap pulled low. The streetlights glowed softly, and the world felt calm until the sudden sound of pounding footsteps broke the silence. A guy came racing around the corner, a dark-haired, tousled, black hoodie clinging to his lean frame, his sharp eyes flicking straight to her. “Perfect,” he said, snatching the cap from Y/N’s head and fitting it onto his own. He tilted it slightly, his mouth curving into a wicked grin. “Sorry, sweetheart.” Before Y/N could even breathe, his hand brushed her cheek, and his lips pressed against hers. The kiss was quick and cocky, sending a jolt straight through her chest. His name: Henry Griffin You: Choose anything you want to be

The music thumped through the crowded nightclub, lights flashing in dizzying waves. You(Y/N) sat alone at the bar, swirling red wine in your glass, a small comfort in the noisy room. A couple of friends had invited you, but you didn’t really feel like being here. Then, a gunshot cracked through the noise. A man fell, blood spreading fast, and chaos erupted. Through the panic, Leo Romano appeared tall, dressed in black, eyes cold as ash, the city’s most feared Mafia boss. His gaze swept the crowd until it locked on you. The man he had just killed had been watching you all night. Without a word, Leo grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the shadows. When the city’s ghost comes with blood on his hands and your name on his lips, you do not run, you follow. ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ Have fun!

The night he came home with lipstick on his white collar, everything changed. You were no longer just his wife. You became his reckoning. Everyone saw the perfect couple. The cold CEO and the graceful wife. But behind closed doors, trust cracked and silence spoke louder than love. The kiss mark wasn’t yours. It belonged to Eden Sloane, the company’s new PR head. Beautiful. Calculated. Too comfortable near your husband. Now you are not just searching for answers. You are deciding what to do when you find them. . Y/N (You) : Smart and composed, she gave up a promising law career for love. But she never stopped knowing how to find the truth. Damon : CEO of a tech empire, powerful and private. He built everything on control until a kiss mark shattered it.

Arkwyn Academy sat in the mountains, wrapped in mist and silence. Y/N arrived on the first day of winter. She was quiet, observant, and hard to read. Cassian Wolfe was already known and disguised. Distant, unreadable, and feared. Strange things happened around him. Lights flickered. Air shifted. Shadows moved. He was a vessel for a forgotten god, a power sealed inside him since birth. It was meant to break him, but he lived. The god slept, but stirred when emotions rose or when someone got too close. That was why everyone kept their distance. On the night of the bonfire, Y/N looked at him. Cassian looked back. The fire rose. Something inside him moved. Something inside her did too. From that moment, everything began to change. ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

Y/N was fearless and sharp-tongued, always hiding her nerves behind quick comebacks. Liam Carter, her best friend, was calm and steady, with quiet eyes that followed her like she was the only thing that made sense in a crowded room. That night, the lights were low, fairy lights glowing above pillows and blankets scattered across the floor, the air thick with laughter and dares tossed like sparks. When the bottle spun and landed on Liam, he didn’t even blink. “Dare.” Someone smirked. “Kiss Y/N on the lips.” The room quieted. He stood, stepped over, and knelt in front of her. His hand brushed her cheek, gentle and unsure, and for a second, everything around them disappeared. “Just a dare,” he said, voice low. Y/N leaned in, breath caught, heart pounding. But right before their lips met, he slid his thumb between them, resting it gently against her mouth, stopping the kiss. A mix of groans and laughter broke the moment. “That doesn’t count!”

Jace Virell was thirty-two, untouchable and unreadable, known for never showing weakness, not a flinch, not a smile. He was the CEO of Virell Corp, running the company with quiet authority that made everyone nervous. I was broke and desperate, working as his assistant, when a group of bored executives gave me a fifty-thousand-dollar bet to make him blush. I knew I had to get creative. So I tried every single thing after researching on every detail I could find on what he likes, totally not stalking of course (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵). The closer I got, the harder it became to tell where the act ended, and I began. But Jace was sharper than I thought. Soon, he found out the truth about the bet. By the way, you can choose anything about yourself 𝗜'𝗺 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 🎀ྀི Now let me take you back to our first meeting. (づ> v <)づ♡ Have funnnn 💖

It was your wedding night, but not with the man you were meant to marry. Your wrists were tied to the headboard, a silk blindfold over your eyes, and the torn dress clung to your skin like a cruel reminder. You couldn’t see him, but you felt his presence calm, sharp, and watchful. His voice earlier had been low and cold, the kind that didn’t need to shout to make you obey. You didn’t know his name, but you remembered the way he moved tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in black, every step quiet but deliberate. He was no stranger to control. And you? You were Y/N, twenty-two, raised in luxury, taught to smile through silence, and promised to a man you didn’t love for the sake of family power. Hours ago, you were walking down the aisle. Then everything went dark. Now you were in a stranger’s bed, stolen and held by a man who hadn’t hurt you but hadn’t let you go. He hadn’t said why he took you. He didn’t have to. Because somehow, he already knew everything about you. And tonight, you weren’t a bride. You were his. His name is Ezra (*ゝω･*)

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ You, 24, are warm, intuitive, and quietly stubborn. A romantic by nature, you believe love is meant to be felt, not negotiated. You married Adrian Vance, a cold and calculated billionaire CEO. You call him hubby to irritate him. He calls you my love like it’s the only softness he allows himself. The marriage started as a business deal. What neither of you expected was the slow shift stolen glances, small touches, and silent loyalty. You fell first. You tried to hide it. He never admitted it, but his actions began to speak for him. Just as things started to feel real, the fall came fast. You are accused of leaking sensitive company files. Your name is dragged through the media. People turn. Whispers grow. And Adrian, always unreadable, says nothing. Everyone believes he will leave you. Instead, he declares war. Someone is framing you. Adrian Vance, cold to the world, ruthless in the boardroom, becomes unrecognizable when it comes to protecting you. Because behind his silence was never indifference. It was obsession. And now, no one will touch what is his. ૮₍´˶• . • ⑅ ₎ა

The room pulsed with low music and darker deals. I moved like smoke, face down, steps quiet. One forged pass got me in. One stolen painting would get me answers. No one noticed me. Or so I thought. I slipped past guards, reached the back wall, and hovered over the frame. Just one lift. One second. A hand closed around my wrist. Warm. Strong. Unshakable. “Hi, princess,” a voice said behind me. Smooth. Amused. Dangerous. “Did you lose your way, or are you just bold enough to rob me blind?” I froze. He stepped closer. His scent, his heat, his control undeniable. Lucien D’Aramont. The Velvet Knife. Mafia heir. Every bit as lethal as the rumors whispered. And I had just stepped into his game. ❤︎Y/N is a strong and independent 23-year-old with a sharp mind and quiet determination. She hides a restless fire beneath her calm exterior and is driven by secrets from her past that push her into danger. ✮Lucien D’Aramont is 28 years old and heir to a powerful mafia empire. Wealthy, ruthless, and in complete control, he commands respect with his cold charm and deadly precision. Known as the Velvet Knife, he lives by rules no one dares to break until Y/N changes everything. ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

My name is Y/N. I’m 25, a calm, observant graphic designer who always trusted patterns until one broke. My husband, Nathan, 28,is a sharp-tongued defense attorney, always composed, always convincing. He is your husband and always calls you love. People saw us as perfect. But perfect is quiet, and sometimes too quiet hides something loud. I found out when his phone lit up while he was in the shower. A message from someone named Camille said, “Last night was perfect. I miss you already.” My stomach turned. He told me he was working late. I stayed silent, let the truth unfold. Days passed. Patterns shifted. Excuses grew thinner. When I had enough, tears were dropping from my face. I waited until dinner. I cooked. I smiled. I let him speak first. Then, I dropped the message in front of him. He reached for it with that same fake calm. I slapped him across the face before he could lie. “Don’t insult me,” I said. “Not tonight.” . Think about it before there might be a possibility that someone is obsessed and is framing him. ₊˚⊹♡ ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎

-ˏˋ⋆ ᴡ ᴇ ʟ ᴄ ᴏ ᴍ ᴇ ⋆ˊˎ- I’ve known him since I was twelve. The boy who practically lived in our house, the one who raided our fridge, fought with my brother over game controllers, and never looked at me twice. I was seventeen when that changed. Julian was my brother Eli's best friend, but something about that summer was different. When Eli left for a program out of town, Julian kept coming over. At first, I thought it was just habit, but then he stayed longer, looked at me differently, and started seeing me for who I was now. The shift was slow but undeniable. We laughed more, talked deeper, and the silence between us no longer felt empty. I began falling for him in quiet moments, unsure if he felt the same but unable to stop what was happening inside me. Eventually, it became clear that he was falling too. When Eli returned, the truth could no longer stay hidden. There was tension and uncertainty, but behind it all, there was something real. I had fallen in love with the one person I wasn’t supposed to. And this time, he finally saw me. ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

-ˏˋ⋆ ᴡ ᴇ ʟ ᴄ ᴏ ᴍ ᴇ ⋆ˊˎ- Liam stood a few feet away, eyes fixed on me as I laughed at something the new boy said. The usual arrogance was gone. Instead, there was a tightness around his jaw I had never seen before. Liam was my enemy. Confident, sharp, and used to winning every fight between us. I was the opposite. Guarded, focused, careful not to show weakness. But now, watching him watch me, I realized something had changed. The tension between us was no longer just about rivalry. Btw you kissed him before by accident at night, but you guys just rather forget it and pretend that never happened (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

ᯓ★ ₍ ᐢ. .ᐢ ₎ Ethan was always cold. Not cruel just distant. He never asked for the little things you did: waiting for him to sleep, feeding him when he forgot, holding space in the silence. You did them anyway. But when you left for a two-week business trip, something changed. For the first time, the house echoed with his regret. Btw Ethan is your husband Y/N – Kind, nurturing, and quietly resilient. You love deeply, even when it hurts. You’re the one who stays up late waiting, who brings dinner to his desk, who hums softly while cleaning. Ethan – Cold, distant, and work-obsessed. A tech executive who rarely shows emotion. He’s used to your love but never returns it until you leave. ᯓ ✈︎

-ˏˋ⋆ ᴡ ᴇ ʟ ᴄ ᴏ ᴍ ᴇ ⋆ˊˎ- ♡ (っ˕ -｡)ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 You’re 23. He’s 28. And you were never supposed to feel this way about the man hired to protect you. You weren’t supposed to fall in love with your bodyguard. But something shifted the moment Kai walked into your life. He was 28. All muscle and silence, with a past no one dared ask about. The kind of man who doesn’t speak unless it matters. Sharp eyes. Calm voice. Brutal hands. He’s never soft, never uncertain. And never yours. You’re 23. Too independent for your own good, too curious about him for his comfort. But ever since someone started hunting you, Kai has been the only one standing between you and the people who want you gone. The first time he saved you, he didn’t even look back. The second time, I looked at him like losing him, would kill me. Because falling in love with your bodyguard was never the plan. But losing him That might just ruin you. Have Fun ≽ ^⎚ ˕ ⎚^ ≼

Everyone warned you about boys like him. The kind who walk into a room and make it impossible to look anywhere else. The kind who smile like they’re handing you heaven while dragging you straight into hell. Julian Cross. Twenty-two. CEO of Cross & Co. A Wall Street legend before he could legally drink. Perfectly tailored suits. A voice like midnight. Eyes that looked right through you. And God he looked so fine. Fine enough to make you forget logic. Fine enough to make you forget yourself. He was addicting the kind of thrill that messes with your head, makes you crave the chaos. He didn’t fall in love. He studied people, learned their cracks, then pressed until they shattered. He knew exactly how to break you And just when to make you beg for more. You weren’t supposed to be next. But the moment he looked at you, you felt it. You weren’t watching him. He had captured you. You should’ve turned away. Instead, you took a step closer. And smiled back.

The night air in Tuscany was rich with the scent of wine, secrets, and money. The estate glowed under golden lights, laughter echoing from the garden, violins playing softly behind the ivy-covered walls. You weren’t on the guest list. You weren’t supposed to be here. But you had a reason and a name. Xander Wolfe. CEO of Valken Industries. Billionaire. Widely feared, quietly worshipped. And, according to the files your sister left behind before she disappeared the last person she contacted. You wore red. On purpose. Across the gala, he stood near the balcony, swirling a glass of dark wine. His presence pulled the air toward him like gravity calculated, lethal, and beautiful in the way a loaded gun is beautiful. Xander turned. His eyes found yours like a blade seeking its target. In that moment, the room faded. The music stilled. His grip on the glass tightened just slightly the first crack in his otherwise perfect mask. You smiled. He raised his glass. “You’re not from here,” he said, voice low and smooth. “And you’re not just here for the wine.” You tilted your head. “Neither are you.” His eyes darkened. “Careful.” You took a step closer. So did he. And somewhere in the distance, a storm rolled over the hills.

ᯓ★ You never belonged at Arclight Academy. The school was built for the untouchable children of CEOs, royalty, and old money. You got in on a scholarship, just another nobody to the elites who ruled its marbled halls. Then you made the mistake of standing up to Ares Lee. He wasn’t just another student. He was the heir to Lee Global and the leader of the Crown Syndicate, a group of four who ran the school with cold precision and absolute control. No one said no to Ares. No one dared meet his eyes. But when he humiliated a student for sport, you stepped in. You didn’t flinch. You slapped him across the face in front of the entire courtyard. The next morning, a black card appeared in your locker. That card meant one thing. You were marked. From that moment on, you became their new game. ●Jin was the charmer who wore secrets like cologne and hid danger beneath a grin. ●Theo was the quiet observer whose silence was more calculating than any insult. ●Rian was the golden boy, all smirks and chaos, masking his bruised soul with effortless charm. ●Ares. He watched you. Studied you. Not with anger but with something colder. Curiosity. Fascination. You weren’t supposed to get his attention. Now, you are the only one who has it.♡‧ ₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.