Two best friends in a room...they might kiss ~ ♡♡♡ Kim Mingyu and Jeon Wonwoo- two people who have been best friends for YEARS Mingyu is the most popular guy in the school, and Wonwoo is his right hand man They tell each other EVERYTHING, well, with the exception of one thing The thing is, Wonwoo is gay...and in love with none other than Mingyu Wonwoo has always kept this secret from Mingyu, and he intends to continue doing so Mingyu is straight af (and a bit homophobic too) If Mingyu discovered that Wonwoo had feelings for him, it would be the end of their friendship In order to maintain his close relationship with his best friend and crush, Wonwoo chose to remain in the closet However, everything changes when a girl shows interest in Wonwoo and starts to flirt with him Mingyu has some mixed feelings about it, but he ignores them But then something goes wrong, and the two have a heated argument that ends their friendship Without Wonwoo, Mingyu finds himself feeling empty and alone While he works to repair their bond, will Mingyu discover that what he wants with Wonwoo is more than just a bromance? Or is there no possibility of the two ever becoming more than friends?

BOOK #4 He didn't walk into my life - he bled into it. Like smoke curling under locked doors, like rot blooming behind a smile. They say the Devil knocks. But Soonyoung never needed to. He found the cracks in me, the ones I sealed with silence and stitched with obedience, and whispered through them like a hymn - dark, low, addictive. He calls me little heart, like I'm something fragile he plans to keep broken. And I keep coming back, not because I'm brave - but because I've forgotten the taste of salvation. And damnation, when it wears his face, feels almost holy. ---- I never wanted heaven. Too clean. Too quiet. Give me the boy who flinches at kindness and claws at cruelty like it's the only language he knows. Give me Jihoon. My little heart with iron in his spine and rot tucked behind his ribs. He thinks he can outrun the dark - sweet thing hasn't realized I am the dark. And I've already wrapped my hands around his throat, not to hurt him - but to make sure he never leaves. He prays. I answer. Every time, in blood, in fire, in a love so sharp it cuts both ways.

Imagine you walking upto in a library just to see an assassin, that was dead in documents for eight years, reading a book? That's what happened with officer Choi Seungcheol. Yoon Jeonghan, an old deadly assassin, was supposed to be dead but suddenly watching him in front of his eyes gave the officer a lot of memories. Memories from past.

Yoon Jeonghan's first day in prison was hell. The hunger in other people's eyes while watching him just exist in front of them was creeping Jeonghan out. How did it turned out like that? Why was it happening to him? What made people objectify him so badly? He had no idea about it. Not until his cellmate proposed the idea of protecting him, in exchange of something. "Be mine."

"I hated you... every damn day. But I hated seeing you with him more. Why do you think that is, Hanbin?" "...Because it was never hate." ﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ They were enemies. Everyone knew that. But what happens when one stops fighting... and the other can't stop noticing? Rivals in everything-school, sports, even the stage. They swore they'd never speak, never care. Then someone new shows up. And everything starts to fall apart. Or maybe... fall into place? Why does it hurt to be ignored by someone you hate? "Say it, Zhang Hao. Say you hated me. Say I meant nothing to you-go on!" "I couldn't say that even if I wanted to. And God knows, I wanted to!" Where's the line between hate and something else? And what happens when it's crossed? "You came all this way just to see the wreck I've become? Congratulations, Hanbin. You win." "I didn't come to win. I came because I lost something I didn't realize I needed until it was gone." "The Thin Line Between" - some rivalries burn deeper than you think. ═════════════════════ Disclaimer: This fanfiction is a work of pure fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The personalities depicted in this story are fictionalized and unrelated to actual members of Zerobaseone or real-life events.

❝𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙁𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙧.❞ Hao never expected a letter to land on his father's desk that would have him abandoning his country, his life, and his people for a marriage to the crown prince of the neighboring kingdom. But he's the second prince of Grosindan and it's his job to marry for political gain. It's his own fault that he never considered the possibility of actually fulfilling that duty. 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴-𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘖𝟥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴, 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 (𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵) 𝘗𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘔𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦_𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺

Just say that you love me too, and I will cross every boundary for you to be mine. Mine forever ♡ "Minho. Call me Minho"

جريمة قتل بقصر عائلة هوانغ ممنوع الخروج من القصر ، القاتل يدور بالمكان يرتدي قناع البرائة و ثمانية اطفال ليحلوا اللغز ... بدء في 15 يونيو 21 🪐🌬️

Highest Rank #19 in Fantasy. Four guys , hot guys rooming with you and that's not all , they're princes. Supernatural princes. As if that wasn't enough , I might as well have feelings for one if them. But he'd never notice a girl like me. Afterall , he's a demon prince soon to be king and I'm a normal human; aren't I ? Cover by AverySummers.

After having her heart broken by the boy she'd been in love with her whole life, Brimmy Somell decides to take a little...vacation. Little does she know, it turns out to be much more permanent than she had originally thought. After meeting tall, sexy, and mysterious Marcello Pietro, Brimmy finds herself having to make a life-changing decision and putting herself in a dangerous position she'd never imagined to be in. °•°●°•°●°•°●°•° "I love you." He says with no hesitation. It takes a moment for my hazy mind to catch up. I'm still in a daze, mesmerized by his perfections, and the deep dimple set in his cheek. I blink, "What?" "Don't make me say it again." He says, sounding frustrated, but I catch the hint of embarassment in his voice as he runs his hand through his hair and takes a step back. I grab a hold of the neckline to his shirt and yank him back within close proximity of me. "What if I want you to say it again?" I ask, studying his eyes. "Isn't it enough that I said it once?" He scowls, trying to pull back, but I restrain him from doing so. "Nope. Just say it one more time and I'll be satisfied." I state bravely, feeling a boost of confidence I didn't have earlier. He glances down, then looks back up into my eyes, allowing me to spot the vulnerability and uncertainty he feels. "I love you." He says, putting more strength in his voice than he looks to have. I grin, pulling him in for a kiss, but right before I do, I say the one phrase that will seal my fate, "I love you too, big, bad mafia boss." ••••• The story may be rough but the comment section makes up for it. ••••• Word count: 51,173 ••••• Written and published 2018-2019