"That's my tattoo, Y/N, on your body. You know exactly what that means." BTS Jungkook x Reader tattoo artist AU gang AU Thanks and credits to all of the original artists of the amazing edits and fan arts, as well as the creator of the cover @namjoonkie and original artist @diatybx?❤️ Highest Ranking: [#1 in Fanfiction]

THE MATERIAL IN THIS BOOK IS INAPPROPRIATE AND EXPLICIT FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 16. THIS WRITING IS STRICTLY MEANT FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. USES OF LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL REFERENCES ARE USED PLEASE DO NOT BE DISTURBED. THIS IS A WARNING... * Fifty shades of grey readers will find the similarities between my book and the book itself, but I can assure you that nothing has been copied from the book nor will share the same EVENTS or ACTIVITIES. Any messages about copy right infringement will be ignored and deleted since it has already been stated in this paragraph. Thank you. Oh and saying I have lack of originality, don't bother telling me. Please enjoy:) x

THE MATERIAL IN THIS BOOK IS INAPPROPRIATE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 16. THIS WRITING IS STRICTLY MEANT FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY. USES OF LANGUAGE AND SEXUAL REFERENCES ARE USED PLEASE DO NOT BE DISTURBED. THIS IS A WARNING... * Fifty shades of grey readers will find the similarities between my book and the book itself, but I can assure you that nothing has been copied from the book nor will share the same EVENTS or ACTIVITIES. But like I said before, it will be similar. Any messages about copy right infringement will be ignored and deleted since it has already been stated in this paragraph. Thank you. Oh and saying I have lack of originality, don't bother telling me. Please enjoy:) x

'Dear Diary, yesterday I spoke with the demon. Today I fell in love with him. Tomorrow he will kill me' A twisted fairytale about a girl, fighting for her last bit of reality.

"Nothing gold can stay." -Robert Frost Twitter: @Atlantis094 Cover: The Floz

My name's Marcel. Nerd. Poet. Teenage Loser. You think you know the real me, but you don't. I wish you could see the true me, but no one has cared enough to. Until she came. All rights go to _smilelikeniall (myself). Everything is written by me. No copyright intended. Please do not claim my words and/ or ideas as yours. Do not repost my words without giving me credit. Thank you.

Elena Campbell always thought she had seen it all: the death of her little sister, the relocation of her home. Upon moving to a small, sleepy town in a foreign country, Elena discovers there's more to this world than she ever thought. When this discovery suddenly puts her life and those closest to her in peril, saving them will take courage, love, and the ultimate sacrifice.

{ON HOLD} ❝Bυт ʏoυ cᴀɴ'т. Hɪs ᴘυʟcʜʀɪтυᴅᴇ ɪs тʜᴇ ɪɴᴇvɪтᴀʙʟᴇ ᴇxᴇʀтɪoɴ oғ ɪɴғʟυᴇɴcᴇ тo ʏoυʀ ωʜoʟᴇ мɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙoᴅʏ. Oɴᴇ cᴀɴɴoт evᴀsᴇ oғ ʜɪs ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴcᴇ wɪтʜ ᴀ sᴇɴsᴇ oғ ɪɴᴇʀтɪᴀ. Iт ɪs ɪмᴘɪossɪʙʟᴇ тo ɢᴇт ᴀωᴀʏ. Hᴇ ωɪʟʟ ʟυʀᴇ ʏoυ ɪn. Yoυ, мʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ, ᴀʀᴇ тʜᴇ ĸɪʟʟᴇʀ's ɴᴇxт vɪcтɪм.❞ Copyright © 2013, ForeverDreamingx™

DISCLAIMER: This story was written in late 2012. I wrote Strings Attached as an adolescent with no idea how a healthy, adult relationship should function. This story is dark and twisted in a way that my teen mind couldn't comprehend at the time. There are more than a few scenes in this book with sensitive content. I--in no way--support rape culture and I do not condone my character's actions. However, as I said, this story was written in an ignorant state of mind. I will not remove this story from Wattpad. It is part of my past and though I am disappointed with the content, it shows how far I've come not just as an author but as a free-thinking adult. Thank you for reading. **Excerpt** "Say... it," She gasped, throwing her head back, cupping my face in her hands so that I was forced to meet her gaze. "You're mine." She held my gaze for a second more, before crushing her lips against my own, arms wrapping tight around my neck, pulling me down to her level. Arms sliding easily around her, she wrapped her legs around me as I lifted her up, lips traveling over her chest and collarbone. She moaned as my hands dug into her tender flesh, pulling on it, their violence a stark contrast to the gentle kisses teasing their way up her neck. Bright lines marked the paths that my nails had etched into her skin, marking her, beautiful red tattoos, spreading out over her entire body. Her small hands knotted in my hair, pulling harder and harder as she fought the urge to cry out...