"bring me the holy water, park jimin" "oh daddy, so aggressive" In which Park Jiimin has a tendency of fucking with the wrong people. Until he met Yoongi, a priest who made it all even worse. priest!Yoongi + fuckboy!Jimin [big age gap] It becomes angsty in the last few chapters, especially the 'Finale' chapter can be triggering! Read with care [currently editing any mistakes] Spanish translation: @eyesvacc Highest ranking: #58 yoonmin [19/10/18] #27 yoonmin [13/11/18] #264 fanfiction [02/11/18] #10 parkjimin [17/11/18] #1 parkjimin [22/11/18] #21 yoonmin [22/12/18] #3 yoonmin [23/2/19] #123 fanfiction [20/4/20] #3 fanfiction [11/8/20]

The long-awaited sequel to Unholy Matrimony! [#2 in the Learn To Love Series] Leila Anderson was born into perfection. Beauty, wealth, family, she had it all. With her three best friends by her side, she didn't think anything could ever ruin her. But boy, was she wrong.

Do you believe that second chances are real? I sure wish I didn't. I mean like, who really thinks you can walk up to someone and be like; "hey, I'm sorry man." And then, BAM, everything's normal. I mean, how unrealistic does that sound. But what if someone you truly cherished once asked for forgiveness? Would you give him the right to wonder back into your life? After five years of being alone, with his child to top all of it off, am I willing to really give Victor Fuentes that second chance? Is this best for Annalise? Is it best for him? But most of all, is it the best for me?

A quiet afternoon is infinitely more interesting when you add a young man who claims to be a time-traveler, a half-completed shopping list, and an unhealthy amount of sarcasm. {Written 2014}

You've heard about how Vic and Cat reunited. But how did they come to be? He lightly played with my fingertips as the sun started to die, the night flaring awake. "How would you describe love?" He questioned in a soft voice. I frowned slightly his arm draped over my stomach. Using my free hand, I walked my fingers down his forearm. "Love, is dancing across an edge. You get that adrenaline feeling, but you are also scared out of your wits of falling off. Its like walking on a thin tightrope where everyone is egging you on, but you're off balance. If you find someone to hold your hand and balance you, you feel safe. You have never experienced love, unless you have danced across that edge with somebody." I swirled my finger tip over the back of his hand. I looked up so our faces were level. "Thank you for being my dance partner."

What do you do when your best friend could be the love of your life? Two alarmingly awkward, clumsy, sarcastic individuals bump into one another in a flower shop, and find that they're just as odd as one another. Told through nine moments, this is a story of life, love, friendship, and flowers. {Written 2016.}

THOSE WHO ARE MORTAL BURN BRIGHTER © 2017 by lee

❝She was my dream girl − but I knew eventually I had to wake up.❞ Sequel to, u n r e q u i t e d All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017

haut monde /əʊ ˈmɒ̃d/ noun a fashionable society. "the haut monde's artificial hypocrisy" because sometimes even the people at the top of society don't have it all. *this book sucks I wrote it when I was like 13 be prepared to experience plot holes, bad characterisation and horrific grammar*

Prey meets predator under a starry night.