These are just small pieces of our days. Bus rides, cold mornings, the kind of talk that slips out without any plan behind it. Nothing big. Nothing that would matter to anyone else. Just the things we noticed before they faded. I wrote them down here because, well... if I didn't, they'd vanish quickly like a wave of the sea does. One moment they're right in front of you, and then they're gone, tucked somewhere in the past where you can't reach them anymore. Maybe putting them here doesn't save anything, not really. But it lets me look at them for a little longer. All I can do is catch them for a moment - the light, the voices, the way the city feels when it breathes - and leave them on these pages. These stories were ours. These quiet seconds, these almost-forgotten scenes. But, it doesn't matter because they belonged to us for a moment. And now, they belong to you for a moment too. PS: I'll release this on Royal Road! Stay tuned! :D

528 Hz, the so-called frequency of love In which Angelina decides she's tired of lingering, staying in the background and hoping for the heavens to hear her prayers. As the Bible says, 'heaven helps those who help themselves'. She was tired of waiting. And for anything to happen, she had to do something, push the button first. But maybe what she hadn't thought about was the outcome. She believed that as long as she didn't remain frozen on the spot, something would happen. And she wasn't wrong. She just didn't think of what would happen. "It takes two to tango, remember?"

He laughed at it and leaned in to peck her cheeks. "The cat's got your tongue now?" he said, and she felt every single vibration of his vocal cords for how deep his voice sounded. "Don't worry then. From now on, no rap verses, but only clear messages with distinct words... and actions," and with the final words, he kissed her neck, trailing down to her collarbone. "Those words apply to you, too." "I don't speak in rap verses," she rebutted, noticing that he'd switched the positions, having her back against the wall. "Yeah, you don't. You don't speak at all. You just look at me with those eyes." As he spoke, he angled her chin upwards so their eyes could meet, and when she visibly blushed, he chuckled. "Damn, you're so pretty." He barely let out those words before leaning closer and kissing her. ───❀ In which, Daphne moves from the city to the countryside; objectively, a downgrade, but, emotionally, an upgrade. From the urban chaos straight into his warm sheets. "𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫, 𝐓𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐮𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 (est quam gardeniae)" "Love is as beautiful as gardenias", a love story by silverozy

Struggles of a woman named Y/n, who was forced to marry and be the property of the mafia leader, cold-hearted, Jimin. The sights and experiences of harsh things made her realized he's not cruel, he's just broken.

"Screw the rules. I want you, Kim Y/N." THIS FIC WAS MADE INTO CLICKBAIT FOR A YOUTUBE VIDEO COMPLAINING ABOUT KOREABOOS LOLLL ITS NOT THAT BAD GIVE IT A CHANCE you can find an audio cover on TerryTV :) Highest Ranking : [#1 in Fanfiction] BTS Park Jimin x reader High school teacher AU Translations: Spanish