Gi Hun Fanart Novels & Stories

The once-revered socialite, Adora Matthews, was abducted for three years. After escaping death and making her way back, she thought the nightmare was finally over, only to plunge into yet another abyss. Her once-doting parents now treated her like a plague. Her fiercely protective older brother loathed her to the core. The adopted sister she once cared for mocked her with cutting remarks. Even her childhood sweetheart, who once sworn eternal love, was now engaged to that very sister, wishing for her death. All because of the rumors that she had contracted a vile disease, given birth to an old man’s child, and disgraced the Matthews family. With no other choice, she severed all ties and walked away, secretly carrying a fortune worth millions. Without hesitation, she entered a flash marriage with Louis Walker. Everyone knew Louis Walker was a surgical prodigy—young, brilliant, and from a prestigious family. Yet, no one dared to approach him, let alone propose marriage. His temperament was unpredictable, his moods volatile—genius and madness teetering on the edge. But after marrying the disgraced heiress of the Matthews family, Louis transformed into the ultimate doting husband, flaunting his love in public and clinging to her in private. As the Matthews family faced imminent bankruptcy with no way out, they turned to their son-in-law as a last resort. "For the sake of the family, help us find the mastermind who ruined us..." Louis, holding his wife in his arms, kissed her delicate fingers and smirked. "My dear Adora has such beautiful hands. Tell me, how did these flawless hands of hers manage to ruin you?" The Matthews family stood frozen in shock. "Adora... it was you?!"

"They say the rich live beyond consequence. That no one bleeds behind a billion-dollar smile. They've clearly never met Rico Zane." Aria Lane didn't mean to sleep with a total stranger. Especially not the battered, bleeding man she pulled in off the sidewalk outside of an elite Manhattan nightclub. He had haunted eyes and a tempest brewing behind them. They had one night of weakness. One unforgettable mistake. And by morning, he'd vanished. Months later, she's now pregnant and swimming in secrets, Aria's life takes another sharp turn when stumbles into the father of her child again. This time, he's not bleeding in the shadows, he's standing in light and power. Rico Zane is not just anyone. He's the cold, brilliant CEO of Zane Industries. A billionaire who built a dynasty from the ruins of treachery and smashes anyone who gets in his path. And Aria? She's unfortunately the daughter of the one man who tried to ruin his family. To make matters more complicated, Rico's brother, who was presumed dead for years, returns to take the company and exact revenge on a past Aria is tied to by blood. While corporate wars rage and enemies loom in designer suits, Aria is swept up in a war of secrets, seduction, and strategy. She's both a pawn and a prize in a game of power where love is a liability… and trust a slow poison. Now forced into Rico's dangerous world for the sake of her unborn child, Aria must make a decision: does she stay with the man who sees her as both his weakness and his salvation? Or does she become the woman capable of rewriting her fate one secret at a time?

They say sur‍vival buil⁠ds character.‌ It also b​uilds a gi‌rl who notices e‍verythi​ng and forg⁠ives not‌hing. I⁠ was seventeen, wo⁠rkin‌g three jobs before the sun‌ cam‍e up‌, studying af⁠ter midnight beca⁠use poverty was‌ never going to be my permanent addr‌ess.‌ I kne​w hun‍ger, but what I d​id not know wa​s t‍hat my name was alr‍eady tied to​ a b‍illionaire empire long before Jul‍i⁠an Vane ever‌ looked my way‌. He propo⁠sed an⁠d I said yes, because I was‍ a girl who had s​u⁠rvived on‌ s‍craps her w‌hole​ life and he was offering the world. What he did not tell me was t‌he l‍ocked room in his mansion that held secrets about my family. Silas‍ Th‍orne walked into my life when almost all hope was lost, and I’m torn between revenge and letting it all go.

Hwang Joonjae was a ruthless mafia don. Shrewd, calculative and manipulative, Joonjae was the most dangerous figure in the underworld. That is until he suddenly disappeared without a trace. Five years later, Joonjae returned to the country, only this time, he was not alone. Accompanying him was Lee Chaerin, a beautiful and mysterious girl, who went with him everywhere. Addressing her as his 'wife', Joonjae sets off to unveil a decade old mystery related to his family's death. The small setback is that only Joonjae can see or hear his 'wife'. Who is this mysterious Chaerin? Is she real or a fragment of his imagination? WARNING: THIS NOVEL WILL CONTAIN SOME SMUT. ALSO, DUE TO THE VIOLENT THEME OF THE NOVEL, THERE WILL BE A LOT OF DETAILED GRAPHIC VIOLENCE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK AND NO FL VIOLATION WILL BE PRESENT IN THIS NOVEL. Cover Credit: Fanart from Pinterest with slight modifications

"Can you cut your crap and stop whining?" A growl from the back of the kink shop can be heard, passer-bys try not to look at the slender woman who stood quivering infront of her seemingly annoyed husband. "Hun, may I ask why we're here-","-Well one of the reasons is you're a bore" The atmosphere felt tight, heavy even. Snickering can be heard from afar and abit of chatter that can be obvious the topic is about them: sexually frustrated husband dragging his wife in a kink and lingerie shop. "Here-" The man took a garment from the rack that looked to be of a school uniform. It had a tiny crop top and a skirt that was as small as a belt. "-wear it or so help me, you will walk home"

'Fierce, hun? I like it that. It makes me want you more" Richie stated and that brought cold shivers down her spine. "Not again"she thought. ***** As far as Kate could remember, she has always been working as a s*x slave for Lord Gordon. Tired and frustrated, she attempted to commit suicide. She was saved by Richie and for a moment, she thought her pains were gone. Only to find out he was only after her body. She became a sex slave once again. Would she escape the life she has always hated? Or end up falling for the man? You can follow on Facebook @ Booksby K Thurah for more updates on my books~

“I think you’ll find out soon enough, Seraphina, that I’m not one to take no for an answer.” I don’t flinch when he steps closer. My eyes shut against their will as I tried to swallow the anger running through my veins at his words. “Certainly not orders from daddy's gi—” Slap! ***** When Seraphina is forced into a marriage with Lazaro to secure peace between their feuding families, sparks fly—both of desire and destruction. Lazaro doesn’t believe in love, only in possession. Seraphina refuses to be owned. As enemies close in and secrets unravel, the line between hatred and hunger blurs. -----

When Daisy's Jones cousin, Callum is murdered her quest for answers leads her into the world of Kaiden Nikolaou. Kaiden Nikolaou is the Greek Mafia boss who she suspects of organising the hit. As Daisy navigates the dangerous undercurrents of Kaiden's empire, she is forced to confront the sinister forces that played a part in Callum’s death, as well as the forbidden attraction she feels towards Kaiden. Will Daisy escape the ruthless clutches of the mafia boss or will she become his next obsession?

" What about her?" His inquire came out softly and lazy. Ayla's eyes suddenly contracted fiercely and rolled to her brain! She thought she might collapse any moment from now! No! She can't be known! Her identity can't be revealed! The senior nun must not reveal my identity! " Errr......that's Ayla, the wolfslayer's daughter." Damn! The atmosphere dropped to a freezing point and Alpha Darius felt his lips twitched for a second. He looked back at the senior nun, snapping his brows coldly and back at Ayla, whose legs was already trembling violently. " You mean Morgan and Arnold's daughter?" He hissed, finding it hard to believe. " Yes." The senior nun replied. " We found her not too long when her father was set ablaze." Darius unexpectedly chuckled dryly, and his eyes lowered. " The slayer's daughter hun?" He approached Ayla even closer, gazing at her keenly like she was his prey and he lifted her chin, allowing her nervous dim eyes to met his. " Then, I guess my bride is in front of me." ****** A war was coming and it is predicted there might be no survivors. With this, Darius, a heartless, dangerous and crazy Alpha king of the Crimson moon, who was feared by all, set to get a bride who would give him an heir. Their pack was cursed, making it impossible. This led them to a downtown church, where ladies are sold like slaves and nuns, to seek bride. However, he encountered the least person he thought! The daughter of the wolves slayer's? This was going to be fun! But would something change between Ayla's hatred for the wolves and Darius vengeance on Ayla? What would fate write for them?

⚠️WAR‌NING: For mature‍ re‍aders​ 18+ only. Themes​: Body‌ worship, dominance, primal play, an​d​ MFM/thr​eeso​me⁠ con‍tent. "Sto‍p f‌ighting it, S‍loane," he growls, his fist knotted in my hair. He ya⁠nks my head back until my thro​at ar‌ches, e⁠xpo‌sing my⁠ frantic p⁠ulse. His th​umb shoves pas‍t my lips,‍ pressing down on my​ tongue with bruising for⁠ce, marking me before h‍e even tastes me. I ch⁠ok‍e on a gasp, thighs trembling ag‍ainst‌ the wall. "We can’t." "Shut the fu‌ck up," he snarls, his teeth g‌ra‍zing the sensitiv⁠e cord of my neck. "I’​ve‍ s⁠pent years tr‍ackin​g every prim step you t‍ook. I’ve fantasized about the moment I finall​y cornered my prey." ‌ He s‍inks​ his teeth into th‌e junction of my shoulder, a sharp, posse‌ssive bite that will leave a jag⁠ged purple brand by morni‍ng. "Now,‍ you’re loc‍ke‌d in this c⁠age‌ with us​. I’m going to leave my​ mark on every i‍nch of your skin." Beh‌ind him, his twin l⁠ooms. A​ s‍ilent, lethal pre‍da⁠t‍or. I’m c⁠aged betwe‍en them, the ai‍r thic⁠k with the scent of‌ woodsmoke and ruin. Fo​r four years​, I‌ was the invi​sible shield for the St​erling empire. To me, they were⁠ liabilities. To them, I was the hun⁠t​. Zurich cha​nged e‍verythin‌g. The boy I once scheduled i‍s n‍ow a man who pins me do⁠wn, whispe‌r⁠ing​ filt‍h while his b​rother wa‍tches, his‌ eyes dar‌k wit‌h the same starving in‍tent. ​I was⁠ paid to guard the Sterl⁠ing legac⁠y. Now, I’m the pr⁠ize​. I‌ want them t​o hunt me. I w​an‍t them to worship me. I‍ want them to⁠ b‍reak me until there‍ is‍ nothing left​ but surren⁠d⁠er. ⁠