A dez mil pés de altitude o mundo parece uma maquete inofensiva organizada em luzes frias que não podem me queimar, mas o chão se abriu em fenda no segundo em que os dedos dela tocaram a minha pele. Eu tenho uma data cravada no calendário e um vestido que custou uma fortuna com um noivo que projeta um futuro onde eu já não me encaixo mais. Nunca procurei o corpo de outra mulher, nunca sequer desviei o norte da bússola do que eu julgava ser, mas agora o metal da minha aliança corta minha carne toda vez que o meu paladar ressuscita o gosto dela. O problema de descobrir a própria fome é que, depois de provar o prato certo, o resto da minha vida virou um jejum insuportável.

𝐄𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨 𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐜̧𝐚̃𝐨, 𝐬𝐞𝐦 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢́𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐝𝐮́𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐚, 𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐯𝐚 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚. 𝐄𝐥𝐚 𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥, 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚, 𝐣𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐥, 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐮𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢́𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞, 𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐯𝐚 𝐝𝐞 "ousado", 𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐨 𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐚 𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐦. 𝐌𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐚̃𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐣𝐚́ 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐚. 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 - 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐚, 𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚! 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞́𝐦 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨? ...𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨? ● Classificação +18 ● Translated by: 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐉𝐋 ● A história não é minha. TODOS OS CRÉDITOS serão direcionados para @darktwistedwitty, que me deu autorização. (link nas notas)

After impatiently waiting nine months on the organ donor list, Lisa Manoban finally receives the phone call she's been waiting for, but maybe this organ comes with a lot more than she ever thought imaginable? JENLISA ADAPTATION

First Book of the Yellow Series This is not my story and it's only an adaptation. The story belongs to txrches. Credits to the rightful owner. Lisa Manoban hated Jennie Kim, plain and simple. Of course, who could blame her? Jennie had been the one who read Lisa's private texts in front of the whole cafeteria, forcing her out of the closet. Lisa left Seoul with her three best friends the day she graduated, thinking she had escaped Jennie. The only problem is, Jennie is back. And different. Completely different. Not the kind of 'different' you'd expect, either.

Lisa Manoban é uma baita de uma estranha na escola, mas isso não impede Jennie de ficar mais do que contente ao saber que ela é a sua candidata número 1 para o Encontro de Um Dólar. Ps: Não permito mais adaptações da fic, espero que entendam.

Que não teve princípio nem há de ter fim.

Jennie Kim was born into power. The Kims have ruled vampire society for centuries, her father a High Lord of the Council, her mother descended from the First Circle. Jennie, beautiful and brutal, is royalty-expected to uphold the family's legacy. Her abilities-fire conjuration and telepathy-make her feared. But beneath the cold control is a hunger for something more than titles, more than eternity. Something real. Then whispers reach the Council. A myth, a ghost, a name long erased from the ancient texts: Lisa Manoban. The daughter of Dracula. The one who vanished in the fire that took down the original bloodline. They say she can slow time itself-that she walks among shadows, untouched by age, unbound by law. Some say she's dead. Others say she never was. Jennie is sent to investigate the murders of vampire elites in the outer regions-each corpse drained dry, frozen in their last moment of terror. Time bent. Unnatural. She finds her. Lisa. Alive. Alone. Unafraid. Beautiful. Dangerous. Jennie was raised to kill threats to the crown. But Lisa doesn't feel like a threat. She feels like a riddle that Jennie wants to unravel. They're drawn to each other with an ancient force, one that defies loyalty, bloodlines, even fate. But the truth is older than either of them. The Kim family may have stolen the throne from Lisa's bloodline centuries ago. And Lisa? She's not just hiding. She's waiting.

"Why did you .... her 3 years ago at..... graduation party? She would have just gotten back with you anyway. Why?" Kai ran his hand through his hair with a hearty laugh, "Why? Why did I .... her?" This story is an adaptation of 'Start from Scratch' by author Quitting Time from fanfiction.net . I do not own the story, I do not own any members, any songs, movie and TV show references that will be mentioned. Characters and scenes from this story are PURELY FICTIONAL. Enjoy!😏 ps, There's a lot of trigger warnings here, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK 🙂 pps. Btw, the og author already have an account here on wattpad, @RealQuittingTime Check out their stories and go follow the og author! 😉

Mas como eu não pude perceber? Eu apostei todas as minhas fichas, os meus dados sempre davam os melhores números e as ótimas combinações sempre foram minhas. Havia alguém manipulando o jogo, e pensei que fosse eu, mas não era. Num piscar de olhos, Game Over para mim. ¥S U R U B L A C K P I N K and J E N L I S A ¥BLΛƆKPIИK ¥L E S B I A N M O M E N T S ¥kakegurui feels (sometimes) ¥LONGFIC

Tenía catorce años cuando la conocí. Catorce años cuando aprendí lo que era enamorarse en silencio. Y catorce años cuando descubrí que el tiempo puede romperse sin avisar. Lisa iluminaba todo a su paso. Incluso a mí. Nunca tuve la valentía suficiente para ser abierta con lo que sentía. Y cuando finalmente entendí que debía decirle la verdad... ya era demasiado tarde. -Historia basada en hechos reales. -No se permiten adaptaciones.