Formerly titled Butterfly ~~~ When former reporter Melody Tsushima was sentenced to twenty months in prison, she hadn't expected to be sent to Versailles. Cooking soups and planting daffodils, after all, was strange. But all par for the course at the so-called "Palace at Versailles," an old mansion equal parts prison and psychiatric ward for incarcerated young adults. And Melody certainly hadn't expected her own special assignment: to write the stories of her fellow patients.  A girl who truly knows what it means to be different. A young woman with wounds that run far deeper than skin. A boy whose heart is much too big for his damaged body. A young woman who sees the world as it could be, not as it is. A boy with too many souls living in him. A boy with universes in his mind.  All of them are unique, and all of their stories will change Melody.  // Note: this story was formerly a completed story in the fanfiction category. This version has been rewritten to be original fiction. Due to the request of readers, the previous story chapters have been unpublished, rather than deleted.

Minji has been in love with Namjoon from the moment she laid eyes on him. She had never had the courage to tell him how she truly feels out of ruining their friendship. Later on she finds out that Namjoon has fallen for her sister Sunny. Sunny, who is prettier and more popular than her, finds out that Minji has a crush on Namjoon. Minji's life takes a turn for the worst when she finds out her older sister is dating Namjoon. A few years later, Namjoon & Sunny are engaged. Deeply saddened by this event Minji builds up the strength to tell Namjoon how she feels but will he feel the same way?

Loving him was easy. Getting rid of him was hard. #everyoneneedshelp

When the famous movie actress Choi Ara is forced to flee the city after having her career ruined by a scandal, she ends up quite literally, in the middle of nowhere. She now must experience her new life as a countryside villager. But how is she going to do that when her only talent is acting and being a spoiled brat? "One minute I'm walking on the red carpet with my designer dress and the next minute I'm wearing granny pants scraping up cow poop from the bottom of my shoe."

"H-Hi." "Who are you?" the little boy questioned. "I'm," Hoseok struggled, "I uh, I'm your A-Appa..." - Watching the little boy drifting off to sleep, your eyes slowly darted over all of his face. His slightly puffy cheeks being the most adorable things ever. Petting at his hair, when his breathing evened, you tried not to think of the similarities between the boy and his father. ...the father that abandoned the both of you when he promised he'd stay. The popular dancer and BTS Member, Jung Hoseok. He's the father. - 1/4 - first book of the four; "Hyung-line series."

"Hey, Rose. If you go in your room by yourself, in the dark, the monsters will come get you." Lilia blurts, smiling like a witch. "Why did you tell me that? Now I'm freaked in my own dang house." "Then go to Taehyung and he can protect you if any killer comes and wants to stab you to death." Jimin says and points to the man who was widening his eyes at them. "A-A killer?" Taehyung stammers. "Rose, hurry and sit down already. Such a drama queen, you! The movie is still going." Lilia scolds and motions me to get out of the way. I glared at her and Jimin. I know what they're trying to pull. They're trying to embarass me. Lilia's trying to get back at me for shipping her and Jimin. Well played. I mean, I don't hate Taehyung anymore, but I'm an awkward lady with an amazing ability to make something or someone awkward too. I looked to Taehyung and he gave me an innocent smile. He scooted to the side and waved me over, trying to make me feel welcomed. My body heats up as I sat down next to him. The couch was fairly small, so we were quite close. Not too uncomfortably close, but our arms were touching. The fluffy blanket that was thrown on top of us was the one thing that made me scoot closer to him to the point where it looked like we were cuddling. Oh, it's awkward. It's awkward, it's awkward, it's awkward. Start: 8/27/15 End: 3/11/16

"I'll set you free one day. I promise." "Everyone who promised me, lied. You're a liar." "Everyone?" "My members." "Tell me more, it's alright.' the first few chapters are so cringe ill edit it one day HIGHEST RANK #174 IN FANFICTION

"Every guy wishes to end up with the girl of their dreams, marry her, make her happy, have kids. All that. Only 1/100 men actually are lucky enough to end up getting the girl in the end. Then there's 1/3 men who get the girl at an instant. Unfortunately for me, I never had any luck until one day... I know any average guy like myself would give anything to have the girl of their dreams...but really, how much are they willing to risk? I know I risked a lot. Here's my story..."

"Despite 7 million colors being visible to the human eye, and 48 of your color pencils available for you to use, why are you only using the black, white, and red ones?" I looked down and tried to think of the answer. I don't know, maybe because black is my dark days lacking you, white is all the emptiness I felt, and red... Is the color of my bleeding conscience. As I don't want to let him down, I kept those answers to myself. And all I said was "You want me to start using other colors too?" "As much as I want you to start opening your heart, to the fact that you have many other people who loves you and cares about you, and that it's not only me." I froze as I am not able to give him an answer to that. I hate lying. But I hated disappointing him even more. started: 08/08/15 completed: 23/06/17