1969. París, Francia. Dos chicos se ganan la vida bailando y vendiendo sus cuerpos en el más famoso cabaret de un tétrico barrio de París. Ambos famosos por sus rasgos orientales en una Europa aún afectada por la guerra, compiten por ser el más popular entre esas paredes que tantos secretos ocultaban. Rencor, envidia, competitividad, orgullo, celos son los primitivos sentimientos compartidos por este excéntrico dúo. ⚠️ Atención, esta historia no es apta para todos los públicos (+18). Se trata de manera explícita y cruda la prostitución de la época. Por lo tanto, contiene abusos, violaciones, violencia y maltratos psicológicos, entre otros. Asimismo, no pretendo sexualizar de ningún modo a los artistas que aparezcan en la trama. Solo utilizo sus nombres respetuosamente para aportar contenido que otras Stays puedan disfrutar, siempre y cuando entiendan estos puntos. No todo lo que escribo me representa como persona ni mucho menos mis valores. Por favor, disfrutad de la historia :D TW: abusos sexuales, violencia física y psicológica, violaciones, prostitución de menores, suicidios, asesinatos, autolesión, racismo, transfobia, homofobia, machismo, traumas. Parejas secundarias: HyunIn, ChangLix y ChanMin (breve mención). No hace falta conocer al grupo para entender la historia. Enemies to lovers ig c: No se permiten adaptaciones, historia con mi autoría.

𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐩𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚́𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐩𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐮́𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨. 𝐉𝐢𝐌𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚́ 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐮𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐩𝐨 𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐞́𝐥. ¿𝐐𝐮𝐞́ 𝐦𝐞𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚́𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐥 e𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐩𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐮́𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐥?. 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐨 𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐣𝐨𝐫...¿𝐧𝐨? 𝐀𝐮𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥. "𝑪𝒖𝒆́𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒆, ¿𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒍𝒐 𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒖́𝒕𝒃𝒐𝒍?" "𝑷𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆, 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌". 𝙻𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊́𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚛, 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘́𝚗. 𝙻𝚊 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘́ 𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚊. 𝙻𝚊 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚜 @𝚇𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚂𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌

𝐕𝐌𝐈𝐍│TaeHyung no podía quejarse, se sentía en una nube, atrapado por completo y entonces descubrió que JiMin era esa nube❞ ➷│VMin ➷│smut;; lemon ➷│BTS- U ©│O8 ©│Se prohíbe su copia y/o adaptación ©│Doly -;;21O52O19 #VMin │ 12 ;; 1OO62O19 #VMin │ 1O ;; 12O62O19 #VMin │ O8 ;; 17O62O19 #VMin │ O4-O3 ;; 2OO62O19

"You were supposed to be a bath bomb!" "Well turns out its your lucky day, sweetheart, cause you just got something ten times better: me." ➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶ In which a bath bomb from Walmart turns out to be an over cocky, ridiculously hot, yet surprisingly clueless demigod. ©Kiki 2020© ➣High-key crackfic ➣Greek mythology ➣Romance HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in JUNGKOOK #1 in KPOP #1 in BTS #2 in FANFICTION **Started: January 14, 2020** **Ended: May 7, 2020**

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

❛❛ Oh dear love, we don't go near that door...no one in the flat does...the man that lives behind it is Alexander Solonik. ❜❜ . . . Everyone in the neighbourhood wanted them kicked out for no reason, they were never seen, never heard of and they never open their door. They never left their home. It was almost as if...no one lived inside that house? But-only I saw the little boy who lived there. And only I know about it because my mother would trap me in my room for even making eye contact with them. Started: 18/08/2022 Finished: 31/08/22 This book contains mature scenes! BOOK COVER BY: typinchapters on insta!! RATINGS: # 4 romance out of 2M stories # 13 love out of 2.3M # 1 wattpad

"I hate you." "Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance." "I am." "Are you very sure?" "Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?" "No." "Well, they should." ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ Her definition of perfect was quiet and dull. He was anything but. Theo Parker was full of life; smiles always lighting his face and a camera on him, ready to snap a photo at any given moment along with almost living at the basketball court. Smiling at anyone who looked his way. She wanted to hate him, but she couldn't find it in her to do so. He defined perfection as impossible. Until he met her. He was aware of the glares and harsh words she sent his way, but under what seemed like not so subtle hatred she was smart and caring. Camilla Moretti didn't need anyone's approval or cared about their opinions. She didn't need anyone, and he admired that. Sometimes staying is easier than leaving; but maybe leaving would've been more simple. ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ I just wish someone would stay

Calgary. The city full of reminisces and a past Autumn Kingsley's tried an immense amount to leave behind, enclosed in the depths of her hometown where she grew up. Atlas Miller. Rude, closed off and someone who desperately tries to obstruct any form of emotion. What happens when they both unexpectedly cross paths and realise that the broken shards of their troubled pasts have not yet vanished from their lives and instead dug deeper into their skins? They were both like a heavy weight on thin ice.

Two strangers who complete each other in all the wrong ways. Annie was the typical rich girl. That's what he thought. She was a snobby know-it-all who has no understanding of the hardships in life. Roman was the all-time troublemaker. That's what she thought. Commiting crimes and giving no room for anyone in his heart. anyone but her. He didn't care about life, and she cared about it a little too much. But they complete each other, in all the wrong ways. what can 92 days of summer do...

Mature! A series of very intense and pleasurable erotic one shots that are one or more parts. This will just be a place where I write down any ideas that come to me, if you like the chapter or series of chapters that contain certain characters, commet and tell me if so for future stories!