In which Jeon Jungkook returns to his old self which is... neglecting you. ======================================= SEQUEL to My Cruel Husband ======================================= Was #1 in Fanfiction. Thank you readers!

He ignored me. He broke my heart. All he wanted was an heir and I was the means to that end. He was suppose to be the one that loved me and took care of me. He was my mate...A mate that didn't love me Now I have his heir growing in me but once he gets what he always wanted I will disappear from his life forever.. Well, that was the plan until he decided he wanted more than an heir He wanted me

Cassidy Morgan, a woman who does not give a damn in the world. She wears clothes that call for no attention. She dyes her hair to mask its true color. She disguises herself to hide from the world. No one knows her name, she's just called, emo. No one knew the reason behind her identitym What if one day, her own curiosity brings her to a time and place that needs her to choose between two life threatening choices? Leave like she saw nothing at all or wear the heroic cape that little did she know, would turn her life upside down. Of course, like any fictional character, she chose the latter. Pulling off that heroic act, it changed how her last year in senior high should have ended because she saved the gangster. --------------------- This book isn't edited so there may be a lot of grammatical errors, I'm sorry. Nonetheless, enjoy my teen fiction book, I promise, it's not your typical cliche one!

In which Jeon Jungkook agrees to marry Song Taehee(you) because of some reasons. She's happy. While he isn't. She does everything for him. While he does everything for another woman. ======================================= Was #3 in fanfiction. Thank you readers! ======================================= Note: Due to the countless requests made by the readers, I'm re-publishing this story again as an 'edited-version'. Those who have finished reading this story before, yes, I removed some of the contents. =======================================

*Completed* "I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room. "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how." I scrunch my brow. "How what?" His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it." ******* Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters "Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole? -REVIEWS- "You create such wonderful characters and I can't wait to see what happens next!" VampireSa5m41993 "Thank you for wonderful dogs and little brothers and eccentrically hormonal best friends!" -Nat-Attack "I am totally hooked on this book!" nbazinet "I love the way the story flows and that you have really roundabout characters. It's as if they're real while I'm reading!" life_is_beautiful115 "Your work is literally art." lemonsun123 "Every time I read this book it just makes me smile." Nicooole97 Cover by: -winterr

Being in love is hard. It is painful in all the wrong ways and it constantly burns in the form of longing glances and hidden tears. It sounds nice on paper, the idea of loving someone so much that you'd do anything for them, the idea that they would love you the same. But it wasn't like that. Everyone has the waking fantasy of falling in love, of it being gorgeous and beautiful and unexplainable. No one thinks about the possibility of it being unrequited. No one wants to think of the pain that comes along with it. Love sounds like a dance around each other, one that two people have been practicing separately all of their lives until the fateful moment their hands finally touch and they are brought together in the flow of the music. But really it's just longing, it's looking at her beaming face and wanting more, more, more - and never getting it.