in which namjoon likes his photographer

jieun tries to gain experience so she can get her first time over with ongoing

Everyone believes that the government are hiding aliens in Area 51 in Nevada. How about if there's exactly the same underground building in New York? But they don't have 'aliens' they have something deadlier that runs in the night. Vampires. Twenty-six year old Marilyn Hurly has been alone all her life. When she was a toddler her whole family was massacred by vampires in the night. The day of her families funeral, she is taken away by the government, showing her the world of bloodthirsty monsters. Now she's older and able to work around in the underground with scientists. Marilyn is assigned to a vampire, Thirster 2467. No name, no identity, no nothing. Now she will have to see if she can break him open. •SHORT VAMPIRE STORY•

SMUT and DEEP FEELS involved!! ****** "Mmmmh, but would a clumsy guy do this?" he asks, before dropping a quick kiss to my lips, my mouth responding quickly, I lean into him, blushing when I realize he'd already pulled away. "I don't know...but I think you should do it again..." Started May 03 2016 Completed Aug 14 2016

"sit closer to me, that guy is undressing you with his eyes." "aren't you doing the same?"

This is obviously (look at the title) a sequel to The Asset. ______________________________________________________________ Read how the gangster life Mia tried to run away from in Korea, would haunt her halfway across the Earth even after more than a year. ____________________________________________________________________ Again ... this is not for the faint-hearted. Enjoy guys!!!!

Every year was like a story. Written with love and care but little did I know the end of this book wasn't what I was expecting. Here's my story.

In which a girl hides a big secret behind those nerd glasses. Credits for the cover goes to @Jiminfication :D Highest rank: #2 in fanfiction (10/30/17) Start: 08/??/15 End: 12/21/15

*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.

Juan It was that air of modesty about her that had me hooked on her in the first place. She carried herself the way a lady should and that had turned me on way more than it should have. Allison I liked him a lot but there was no point pretending he cared for me the same I did for him. I was just like the other naive and stupid girls. I fell into his trap- hook...line... and sinker.