Everything you have done has always been about surviving life and raising your child on your own. Having someone else caring about you was the last thing you had expected. Especially when that someone is the same man you have watched performing every night on stage and secretly admired. But will he run the moment he finds out about your little secret waiting at home? ⇢ Character | Jimin x reader ⇢ Genre | Stripper!au, Stripper!Jimin, Bartender!reader, Single parent!au, Smut, Angst, Mature theme Ranks: #1 IN BTSSERIES - August 17th, 2019 #1 IN PARKJIMINXREADER - March 2020

"𝘚𝘰...𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮?𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨?" "𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘺𝘦𝘴." In which a struggling and mentally-exhausted author finds the cure to her writer's block in a typewriter. Well, she finds that... and more. - 𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝙞𝙣𝙠. Jamie𝙭𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️ TW- manipulation (clearly) eating disorder smoking mature language mature scenes ;) self harm mental health issues Read with caution please ❤️‍🩹 Started-31st May 2022 Finished- 6th January 2023 Context: Jamie is in the band Gracie is the love interest She goes to his concert because her friend bought tickets for them she didn't even know the band before going. She faints and wakes up in Jamie's bed ;)) read on the find out what happens next loves! my first book pls don't be too harsh

⚠️smut warning⚠️ When Arabella is kidnapped by Hawkins laboratory and renamed 007, she loses all hope. That is, until she meets the alluring 001, who, like her, is being held prisoner. Together, 001 and 007 face the harsh reality of being used as test subjects - but gradually find solace in each other. - SMUT CHAPTERS ARE MARKED WITH ' * ' - TW for blood, injury, knives, sa - includes mature language - includes bondage, praise kink, knife kink, bite kink, enemies to lovers, choke kink, pain kink, slight blood kink ect.

Vol. 2 in the Bower series. A Jamie Campbell Bower fanfiction. Hollywood isn't a place for the faint hearted or the naïve. Skye learns that the hard way. Ghost of the past will reappear and new wonders will be found in the land of fame. IMPORTANT: This story contains sexual themes so wattpad has locked some of the chapters. Follow me to read it all. [UNEDITED FOR NOW]

Vol. 1 in the Bower series About 8 hours ago Jamie Campbell Bower became what is called single. He found out his girlfriend Mathilda had been cheating on him. Skye is a 22 year old actress stationed in London. Passing by a bar one lonely Sunday night might change her for the better...(or for the worse.)

Normal was the goal. Fate brought fur and a punchline. Brayden's life is a chaotic mess with the appearance of a broodingly possessive Alpha Damien and one ridiculously inconvenient mate bond later. Lukewarm coffee is out and ancient pack laws are in. Brayden is having none of it, determined to resist this unwanted destiny with a full-scale sarcastic rebellion against this supernatural nonsense. Prepare for a darkly funny rom-com that gleefully claws its way out of the werewolf genre box. While Damien's possessiveness howls 'fated mate', Brayden's inner monologue is a laugh-out-loud revolt against any predetermined bond. His wit is sharp. His mate's teeth are sharper. Who bleeds first in this untamed romance? Excerpt: ''Dude! Let go!'' I yell, my voice muffled by the wall of flesh smashing my face. My one arm was still being held secure in the guy's grip and my other hand is now pinned to my side. Desperate to escape I resort to just wiggling my whole body, thrashing around to try and get loose. Instantly, I'm released and my anger comes back in full force. "You think you can file for harassment over a spilled drink!? Wait until I get a chance to talk to the police because holding me without my consent, against my will is actual harassment!" I yell at the man, trying to straighten my shirt.

"you're so sad there's no communication, but baby, you put us in this situation." when a pop star creates a relationship with her brother's friend and falls in love.

"Have a drink with me." She stopped, turning back to look over at the tall man looking at her with a small smile tugging at his sensous lips, both his hands tucked casually in his pocket. "No." She replied at once. One of his eyebrows raised at her swift reply, he said, "You reject me so easily without giving me a chance . . ." walking forward towards her, he spoke in his rich baritone while she turned back around, away from him. Reaching her, he bent down to whisper in her ears, " . . . is it beacuse you feel that i'll use this oppurtunity to," a small fleeting kiss, his lips ghosting over her pink ears, he breathed, "Misbehave?" She jerked away, but still politely answered, "No. I never felt that way." "No?" So me being what i am does not influence you? Eyes, barely disgusing his hunger, he said in a slightly hoarse voice, "a small dove." A jolt ran through her as she heard his reply. A husky chuckle came from the man behind her. He reached out to place his hand over the door handle, coming a step closer at the same time. With his body almost touching hers, he shamelessly said, "So . . . . Have a glass of wine with me."

[Completed] Do you live, because you love? Or do you love, because you live? When a vow that connects insane obssession with a warm, unconditional love, the answer to the question blurs the line of acceptable in life. Then comes the question, if you truly do love, how far does that love reach to protect the other's soul? Or does is bask in denial? Living the love other become envious to get? If so, then can it be called love?