{Warning: This contains mature content ^^) also has SM, be polite with your views thank you^^} When Anna and Joseph first met on vacation, their encounter seemed insignificant. However, circumstances forced them to share the same roof for an entire week. Two complete strangers? Together? It was bound to be awkward, wasn't it? Yet, almost instinctively, they felt an attraction. After a night of fun, desire began to stir. Their bodies tingled, hearts raced, and beneath the unspoken tension, they slowly edged closer. Was this going to be only a week of fun or inch closer to a lifetime of love? ˏˋ°•*⁀➷·˚ ༘ : ̗̀➛Extract!: ̗̀➛ "on your knees" With a loud thump, his knees landed on the ground. His dark eyes peered into her light ones, both matching the intense heat and desire. She parted her legs, her eyes not leaving his face. "Lick" She commanded tightening the whip in her left hand, and dragged the chain connected to his neck closer. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ masochist male lead(refuses to believe he's a masochist) x rough half a sadist female lead (doesn't admit she's a sadist) (This story is extremely kinky from my wide imagination, if it's not your cup of tea then please leave quietly thank you.) (Original title: Ten days to die.)

PYT ---- Rosaline was an angel-quite literally. She was the kindest, warmest soul anyone could ever hope to meet. Despite the weight of her own baggage, the whispers of others, or the troubles that tried to break her, her lips always managed to curve into a smile. That smile-her unwavering kindness-was what moved the dying Ms. Lyman to make a fateful choice: she gave Rosaline her heart. It was a decision Zain Lyman resented with every fiber of his being. He vowed to make Rosaline's life a living hell, a pledge that seemed all too easy to fulfill when she moved into their family home and transferred to his school. Each day, her radiant smile dimmed just a little more under the weight of his torment. And yet, each day, Zain found himself more and more drawn to her, despite-or perhaps because of-his efforts to break her. It became a game, a struggle between darkness and light. Whose world would consume the other? Would Rosaline's brightness dissolve Zain's shadows, or would his darkness finally swallow her whole? Because, in the end, Rosaline truly was an angel-quite literally. ~~~ Tysm for reading Don't trust the tags <33 {This is written in a poem format, and it's like she, the FMC is telling the story to someone else}