tinc•ture \ˈtiŋ(k)-chər\ : a substance that colors, dyes, or stains

"When you get a new heart, will I still be in there?" She says, barely a whisper. "Will I still be in that heart?" "You're not just in my heart," Jeongguk replies truthfully. "You're in the blood flowing through my veins, you're in my mind, you're under my skin, around my bones, buried in my soul." Or: When Jeongguk moves to a hospital to mend his dying heart, he meets Yerim, a patient who paints stars on hospital tables and causes trouble everywhere she goes. A girl with stardust at her feet and constellations in her eyes. It's only then that he realises that you'll only truly feel alive when you're about to die. "A truly beautiful story and as someone who reads a lot, both on and a lot more outside Wattpad, can tell you that I will definitely remember it. Not like a good fanfiction it is, but like a story that deserves publishing so I can place it on my bookshelf." - jbmdsoul "This is one of my favourite books from now on I don't even know what to say. I'm still a sobbing mess I've been crying like a bitch and I need some time." - myshatae "I've read a lot of fanfics and it's safe to say I've never cried so hard reading one up until now. It is beautifully written and I have no words to describe how pathetically in love I am with this story." - bangtansbullet "This book was amazing. You made me cry like a thousand times and best-selling books and movies can't make me cry." - joonstree ACHIEVEMENTS 1st Place in BANGTAN WRITERS' AWARDS [COMPLETED] Note: Park Yerim is an original character. © whippednation 2018

"A hidden connection is stronger than an obvious one." ©𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝟏𝟕 No translations allowed. |*Contains some mature and triggering content*| 18+

"W-who are you?" He smirked. "Have you forgotten about me, baby girl?"

"Bad guys can be good too... when they're in bed." #1 in FANFICTION✓ © sujinniie 2018-2019 ✓ © sujinniie revised 2022

"Time is up, I AM CLAIMING WHAT IS MINE!" His voiced shattered throughout the entire tower. He has found me and claiming what is his; me. "Sire please, she not even 21 yet. Please let her stay for the year!" My father pleaded for my life but it was no use. I belong to him. Silence crept through the house before loud banging from large footsteps crept from the staircase. The pleading did not work. He was coming for me. .... BOOM! The large sealed oak door broke down with a simple kick from the notorious beast. I ran to the corner for protection but to no avail. He was taking me to my new life. ------------ My destiny was written before I existed. My family bloodline held much respect throughout generations, we were a perfect fit to be married off to the Vincenzo family. The largest mafia group to rule all of Europe and parts of America. They controlled everything since the beginning of time. So when my ancestor agreed to marry off his 8th grandchild off to the leader of the Vincenzo clan; it was a victory for the family. I am the 8th grandchild. My life now belongs to the Vincenzo clan.

hi, this is the story of how i let her go.

you told me to forget but all i can do is remember

in which they both make promises they know they're not going to keep

in which history repeats itself sequel to because i love you