Marie has always been a silent, anxious girl, often lost in her own world. High school is a blur of faces and voices she struggles to connect with. She dates guys she doesn't love, trying to find something she can't quite name. The story follows Marie as she navigates her relationships and breakups, never truly finding herself. She has a passion for drawing and enjoys the peace of nature. Physical touch comforts her when she's alone, but it feels empty with someone else. Behind her quiet demeanor lies a trauma she doesn't fully understand, shaping her interactions and self-perception. "I Don't Belong Here" is a poignant journey through Marie's high school years, filled with art, unspoken pain, and the search for her true identity.

"I just choked on my champagne," It was supposed to be your crush's number. How on earth did you end up texting Kim Taehyung, the Korean Royalty? A chat story where you (a quirky, Pervy girl) accidentally text a rich heir who's fighting with depression and loneliness and the series of events that follow. ~sexual/strong language ~18+ ~ Credit for all the photos, memes and videos goes to the original creators, no copyright infringement intended. ~ Cover by @Mramelade ~cover by ig @suchacutechim ~Cover by @bangtansdiadem ~Cover by @_rotten (15/9/2019) ~Cover by ig @oh_my_mochii (23/11/19) ~Cover by @Lazy_pwerson (16/1/20) ~Cover by @MOONJINS ~Cover by @btsmycoffee (21/3/20) ~Cover by @potential_username (22/4/20) ~Cover by @MOONJINS (7/5/20) ~Cover by @vantefiles ( 11/6/20) ~Cover by @btsmycoffee (19/10/20) ~Cove by @acupoftaewithakook81 (6/2/21) ~Cover by @gguksaurxs(21/3/21) ~Cover by @AnynomousJ (11/4/21) ~Cover by @939yearoldgoblin

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."