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Lilah by AshlynPope
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She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)
Suprématie [éditée chez Slalom Romance] by Akimasaaa
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Jungkook était un pion que son supérieur pouvait déplacer à sa guise. Depuis neuf mois, il travaillait pour Kim Taehyung, un homme calme, froid mais terriblement dangereux. Ce dernier avait bâti un empire dans le monde de l'ombre. Il avait construit un échiquier géant dont il était le Roi. Sa Suprématie était la plus élevée d'entre toutes. Et Jungkook lui était entièrement dévoué, même lorsque la couronne de Taehyung se mit à vaciller, prête à tomber. "A vos ordres, monsieur." VKook
His Scars || Minsung by -HONEYYCHAN
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The scars around Minho's wrist? They're just from fighting. Or at least that's what everyone assumes. Jisung, on the other hand, has a feeling there's a darker backstory to it than what everyone says and he's determined to find out. In which Minho is known to be the cold hearted gang member, but that all changes when he has to sit next to Jisung in class. - *the scars are NOT from self harm* DO NOT SKIP THE INTRO CHAPTER. Read it, it has the TWs and other important info needed.
Apocalypse ✦ Nomin by xiaojunnie
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"I will rain fire and fury on anyone who gets in my way." "Including me?" "Especially you." {third installment to the Spawn series; please read Spawn and Angel before proceeding to this one} Started: {1/17/20} Completed: {5/19/21} © copyright 2020-2021 xiaojunnie
Spawn ✦ Nomin by xiaojunnie
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"You know what they say about me, right?" "Y-yes...I know." "Then why are you here?" Spanish Translation: @TessaParket2344 Portuguese Translation: @iwantsomemilk_ Started: 10/31/18 Completed: 1/22/19
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Arcadian - Jikook by LucymrA
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[EN RÉÉCRITURE] « Un jour, j'temmènerais avec moi, et on ira baiser dans une voiture garée face à la mer. » Pendant qu'on me qualifiait de dépressif, Jimin rayonnait. Partout où il allait, il transmettait cette lumière vive et cette joie de vivre dont lui seul avait le secret. Pour parler cliché, Il était le jour, j'étais la nuit. Peut-être n'étions nous pas destinés à être réunis.