𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣'𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠. 𝙃𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣'𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙎𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤'𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙮. ❝𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙪𝙨.❞ ❝𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩? 𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪.❞ ⚠️ Content Warning This story contains: - Toxic relationships / unhealthy obsession - Manipulation and controlling behavior - Dark/red flag themes - Possessiveness and jealousy - Emotional/psychological tension - Sexual content a lot Read at your own discretion. This story is purely fictional and not meant to romanticize or promote harmful behavior. If you find the content isn't for you, the back button is always available. Comments are for thoughtful discussion and kind words, not for hate. Enjoy! Again this is just a fanfiction from my imagination. I don't ship them in real life, I just borrowed they're name!

Scales. Scarlet scales that transformed into a dark maroon at the end of the fins, the single glimpse he got of the creature hiding behind the coral. Hair. Coal black hair knotted and flowing with the current of the tank water, the second glimpse he captured when it poked his head out of the spot in curiosity. Skin. Smooth skin that stood out against the background of the water, the last glimpse he got as the thing came out of hiding. And whatever it was, was beautiful. ----------- This was my first story, I promise the later chapters are more organized and well written

"𝚑𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚐, 𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞." "𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍, 𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚊." HIGHEST RANKING/S: #1 kimsunoo #1 2j #1 heejake #1 sungwon #2 sunki #4 simjake

They say words can't undo love-but what if they erase it? One night. One fight. One sentence from Sunoo that none of us can forget. "If I ever got another chance, I'd make sure I never debuted with you guys." We thought we'd fix things the next day. That he'd still be here-hurt, maybe, but still with us. But when I opened my eyes, the world had changed. We weren't in our dorm anymore. We were back in I-LAND. Before the final lineup. And this time, when they called the seventh name... it wasn't his. "The final member of enhypen is........ Congratulations.......Yudai Koga!" Sunoo's still here-breathing the same air, standing in the same room-but his name isn't next to ours anymore. He doesn't look at us the same. Doesn't need to. This isn't a second chance. It's a punishment. And I don't know what's worse-watching him live without us... or realizing we might've taught him how to.

"I just couldn't resist." "Only sacred things deserve to be messed with." It all ended with a dead kid near the train tracks. Six years later, the story repeats itself and two long-forgotten friends might find out that when death tries to play match makers, there is nothing left to do but surrender. 🔞 Strong language, smut, drugs, violence, abuse *#1 crimescene - 02/01/2021* *#1 sage - 13/04/2021* *#1 BTSAU -06/02/2022* [ongoing]

♡◇○ completed a volcano that burns you when you try to reach out and everyone else runs away from self preservation, but someone always can bare the sting, if that person just gets to hold them. there's that idea of staying by someone's side even if they can be hard to love and wait for them to heal even if it can be painful- not shying away from the parts of love that can hurt. That was Minho's place to Jisung. A constant to his empty spot. Jisung broke away from what he's grown to, runs away from his 'home', and he picks his pieces up to somehow fix his broken self. College is his peak, never in his life felt like he had so much control. Date started: Nov. 1, 2020 Completed: May 23, 2021 #1 - minsung -05/28/22

[THRILLER | PSYCHOLOGICAL | ROMANCE] Rumour has it a killer stalks your town, Miroh Heights - a cold, nameless hunter who strikes - seemingly - on a whim, leaving a sporadic trail of victims and baffled police in his wake. So when your best friend, Felix, sets you up on a blind date with adorable medical student Han Jisung, you don't know what to expect. You don't know that you've come face to face with the key to the case, and you don't know what Jisung hides behind his sweet, angelic smile. What you do know, however, is that you're falling for this strange, mysterious boy - and you're falling fast.

"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

November twenty-second was like any other Tuesday for the world, but in Valenchester, it was only the beginning of the Arcana Killer's terror. *** Ethan Covington, billion-heir and media-sweetheart is dead with a death card in his pocket - a small gift from his murderer. Now, it's up to Amara, the lead detective on his case, to hunt down the killer and bring them to justice. But what she doesn't know is that the answer doesn't lie in the present. Ten years ago, Janet Holloway, a seemingly normal seventeen-year-old, took her own life - a tragedy everyone in Valenchester desperately tried to forget. Ten years later, the town is haunted with her possible return for blood. Amara must choose which victim to side with - the man with skeletons in his closet or the girl back from the dead. But what if the truth isn't as normal as you'd expect? What if hunting for the truth leads Amara down a rabbit hole of her own past, and the hidden motives she joined the police department with? What if the truth she's been searching, has been searching her this entire time? [Updates Every Week]