What would you do if you found an angel in a dark alley only for that same angel to try to kill you, blaming you for everything strange happening to him... and then accuse you of not being human yourself? But as events unfold, suspicion slowly shifts into something neither of them anticipated, and they begin to realize that their hearts might be connected in ways they don't understand. ❝𝙄𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪?❞ Dahlia, the psychopathic fox who's always rocking that sneaky grin, didn't expect a sassy angel to drop into her life. Known for manipulating people with a knack for ticking off some cartels, her life has been a mess since day one. So how much crazier can it get with him in the mix? Dahlia, who surprisingly has a bit of conscience, decides to help a winged creature. |𝓔𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵 ||𝐏.𝐉𝐌| ➤written by: Vceria

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 Freak is what they call you when you care in the wrong way. And no matter how many times I hear it, it burns. Leaves a little blister behind every time. Makes my spine tighten. Makes my hands twitch. I imagine wrapping those twitching hands around the neck of whoever said it-just gently, at first. Then tighter. Watch the red bloom across their face. Watch the panic set in. Watch them fall still. But I don't. I never do. See? I have control. Most of the time. I won't lie. I am obsessive. Unapologetically so. But obsession is not a crime, not until you act on it. People don't understand that. They preach tolerance like it's religion, but turn around and call you names when you don't fit their mold. Normal is the gold standard. And if you're anything less than that? God help you. The world is a goddamn hypocrite. Spotify playlist for this book is available in my bio for those who love music and don't want the hassle of searching.

"Why do you both even go to school at the same time if you are just going to bicker?" he asks, exasperated. I cross my arms and roll my eyes. "Please, ask him. He waits for me just so he can argue." Jimin gasps, actually gasps, like I have personally offended his ancestors. "Yeah? Says the one who literally starts every argument." "Oh, I am so sorry. I forgot you are literally incapable of letting anything slide." I shoot back. "You just love turning everything into an argument," he retorts, smirking like he has won something. "You really like projecting, do you?" I fire, refusing to let him have the last word. Jimin, always playful and somehow able to keep up with her sharp comebacks. And Madeline, full of sass, always one step ahead of his tricks. It was a never-ending cycle of witty remarks, dramatic eye rolls, and a rivalry that had basically become the school's favorite show. |𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲||𝐏.𝐉𝐌| ➤written by: Vceria

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. Jimin never asked her to be anything but herself. He did not treat her like something fragile, yet he was always there to catch her when she crumbled every single time she returned from her fiancé, the very man she had paid Jimin to eliminate. To the world, Lana had freedom. In reality, she lived in a gilded cage. And Jimin, drowning in his own solitude, found solace in the quiet moments she gave him. She wanted to escape the grasp of the man who owned her, and Jimin became her escape. He clung to the solace she unknowingly offered, watching her, letting her existence silence the noise in his head. She was running from a life she never wanted. And he was chasing the only thing that made him feel alive. |𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐦||𝐏.𝐉𝐌| ➤written by: Vceria

"I have a plan to go to you. But it must be not a good timing." "Even if i hate you... i will love youu" "You can hate me even more but can you love me?"

"You will never see me as anything other than a playboy, right?" Started: 12/27/16 Ended: 03/26/17 Highest Rank: #2 in fanfiction (01/04/17) Credits for the cutest ass cover goes to @Jiminfication ❤️

❝𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚.❞ Those words might seem simple to anyone else, but they were enough to ground them, tying them to memories only they shared. "Hey, Yang. Wanna do the trend?" "Oh! I've seen it! Kinda fun, but... where do we get the stuff?" "Isn't that obvious? We're gonna buy it together." Imagine you were just going through your usual school days, blending in, until suddenly, somehow, you are hanging out with the one person no one would ever imagine you would get close to. Maybe it's because it's fun to keep everyone guessing and watching their shocked reactions. Or maybe it's because you have had your eye on that person longer than anyone realized. Longer than even they knew. Spotify playlist for this book is available in my bio for those who love music and don't want the hassle of searching. |𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬|| 𝐏.𝐉𝐌| ➤written by: Vceria

❝𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜❞ - In which you, a crazy stalker crosses paths with an oddly attractive photographer. - "Oh, really? I apologize then. You just looked incredibly beautiful and I couldn't resist capturing that moment." ||P.JM FANFICTION ➤written by: Vceria Highest ranks #17 pjm #73 mochi #28 minnie #48 chimchim #270 stalker

❝𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞ Alley Cat is the kind of figure who slips through the shadows like they own him, a master of deceit and survival. Known for his sly grin and unpredictable nature, he's the one name whispered in caution across the underworld. Much like a stray cat, he roams freely, untethered by loyalty or rules, always watching, always scheming. Trust him, and you might just end up his next plaything.- That's what the book said. Living the dream as a book evaluator for Yume Hayashi is everything she ever wanted. Until the author drops dead, and suddenly she is neck-deep in an underworld mess with her life flipped upside down. Maybe if the guy who kept insisting he was her favorite character wasn't around, she wouldn't have willingly let herself get kidnapped, or even be trained by him. But, well... he is a ridiculously hot man. |𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐭||𝐏.𝐉𝐌| ➤written by: Vceria

❝𝙄'𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙞𝙛 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚.❞ "Now back off, or I'll pinch something you won't like." My gaze drops, challenging him. He lets out a sharp breath, still holding on and not moving an inch. "Then do it," tilting his head, his lips curved into a smirk. ❝ And I'll make you open that mouth and let me in like a good girl. ❞ Who would like a horny man that couldn't even keep his perverted thoughts inside his pants? ||P.JM FANFICTION|