[READ IN DARK MODE] Listen, the text said I had to forward it to eight people or I would get booty hair. So, naturally, I sent it to the first eight people who came to mind. Stray Kids. What I didn't expect was that one of them would reply. [rated mature for sexual content]

love can be painful a hanahaki disease short story

REWRITING!! In which time would never be enough, and vows lived to be broken. | "Always such a good girl for me, aren't you?" Draco groaned into my parted lips, earning a moan from me as he forced himself deeper, rougher by the feeling of my body trembling in his grip, "Such a good girl," | "It seemed so perfect, but ended so soon." ___ A Draco Malfoy love story with a bunch of messy plots. Highest ranking; #2 in harrypotter #3 in malfoy #1 in dracofanfic ___ Trigger warning, This book contains mature content. Such as sexual relationships, violent actions, signs of sexual abuse, foul language, and character death. 18+ only. All the characters in this book are over the age of 17. I do own Leiah and the plots created by me, but other than that, I do not own any characters or events in this story. All credit goes to J.K Rowling,

" He is just a sick boy " I don't want to admit but I care for him. He is so innocent. 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 !

❝ in another lifetime. ❞ ot8 skz one shots <3

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

[COMPLETE] I have lots to say but I keep talking to the moon all the rights reserved © to sjoonie 2018 start - 20.10.2018 end - 17.11.2018

"You're beautiful." In which a girl who's insecure about her looks go on a diet. "Who are you?" "I became what I want to become but I guess its wasted?" A/N: Sensitive? I guess? Angst IDK? Short story! ©loading_not_today 2018

❝ For the nth time, we aren't dating. ❞ Where Han Jisung was never really close to her but he knew her little secret while she knew his. ©NicholasEC | unedited |

"You talk to much." He said to her in which all she did in return was smile. "Trust me. You're going to miss me when I'm gone." He disliked her presence but she loved him so she let him go. Or did she? He hated her because of her annoying presence and her unavoidable skin ship. She doesn't know personal space which ticks him off. She knew his heart so she left. He doesn't know his heart so he cried. ©loading_not_today 2018 A/N: Short story again lol. Disclaimer: Please do NOT COPY my works!