"Tell me, what do you see?" he asked, standing behind me. We stood in front of the mirror, I stared at myself. I shrugged my shoulders, all I saw was the same boring unattractive weak woman. "Do you want to know what I see, my dear Ezra?" he said, tightening his muscular arms around my small waist. He continued "I see, a memorizing goddess. Who's independent, strong minded and do you want to know what else I see?" he asked. I shook my head, tears falling down my face. Carter turned me around. Wiped away my tears with his thumb, then smiled at me sweetly. "That you belong only to me... you're mine Ezra and don't ever forget that. Then again-" Carter then pushed me on the couch. He crawled towards me like a lion stalking his prey and before I could speak- he was already on top of me. Carter stared at me with his hungry lustful eyes. He leaned forward towards my ear, I could feel his hot breathe on my neck. I want him now. Suddenly, I feel some thing hard poking against my lower abdomen, he's thinking the same as me. He spoke in a low deep voice "-I won't mind reminding you once in a while, who you really belong to" he said kissing my neck. ---- Ezra Anand is an orphan, who's working as a maid for billionaires to save her brother who was framed for murder. She's sweet, independent with a mouth of a sailor but deep down she's just a young woman trying to make a peaceful life for herself or that was the plan until she met the one and only. He's a billionaire, playboy, and has the icy glare enough to freeze hell over. Carter Rose, his name is known everywhere, face on every magazine and television channel, who also has a huge secret. One day, the two opposite people meet under dire circumstances. He's intrigued by her but all she's just wants his money to save her brother. Will they fall together or could they be stopped by the drama, love schemes and lies in the future? Or maybe you could say she was practically MAID for him? *I DON'T OWN NONE OF THESE PICTURES*

"Sometimes, we are so smitten with happy endings, that we believe we'll end up with one too." Ambrosia Bellemore never believed in happy endings, even though the books she read said otherwise. The closest she ever came to magic was when she found the most beautiful pair of ruby red heels on Amazon. "Lives aren't stories. Stories end, happy or otherwise. But lives don't. We die, and there's nothing happy or otherwise in dying." Calum Achorn never believed in magic. The closest he ever came to magic was when he met an infuriatingly wonderful woman on a flight to New York, wearing the most beautiful pair of ruby red heels he'd ever seen.

* * * NOTE: THIS STORY IS UNDERGOING A SLOW, MAJOR EDITING. PLEASE EXCUSE THE CHILDISH WRITING OF THE EARLIER CHAPTERS. I WAS FOURTEEN, GIMME A BREAK. J.E. * * * "If I told you I like you, would it change anything?" I ask him. I'm trying to sound nonchalant but it isn't really working out for me. Charlie smiles at me. "It depends," he replies as he starts walking away. * * * MY BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER (Young Love Mini Series, Book One) Trailers: • http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=wbt0YkxDifM • http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=8xoRev30af0

Julie has always been the shy type. Her world changes when she finds wattpad, a very popular ebook community. She becomes addicted to it and even starts posting her own stories. But are friends, fans and votes all she will get from this site? Or is it possible to find love as well?

"to dream or to be awake?" Published: 23 October 2017 Completed: 08 November 2017 ********************************************************* Do not copy. Cover by @KabyHsu. Copyright Reserved All Rights Reserved ©️2018. Seokgenie

"until another spring day comes, will we meet again?"

"Nice to see you again, wife." "Excuse me? Wife? Do I look like I'm married?" I was baffled by her replied. It felt like my Lynnia is not presence in her. She looks the same, but it is 100 percent, that is not her. "You are lying, aren't you? I am sorry Lynnia. I am sorry." I took her into embrace, hugging her tightly. She pushed me away and hit me using her clutch. "How did you know my name? I am sorry, I don't know who you are. I just got here a week ago. I know no one in Korea." She snapped. "It's me, Kim Namjoon!" I told her. "I am sorry, but excuse me." I was left puzzled. My shoes were buried in the floor, making me froze, watching her walked away. I heard nothing but only her heels clicking the floor. ******* Third Installment of Love Journey Series Namjoon lost the love of his life turning him into a gloomy, workaholic person. Working day and night. Will he be able to find the love of his life back? ********************************************************* Disclaimer: This story is entirely in Namjoon's Point of View, unless stated. This story is entirely fiction. All the characters in this are purely fiction. None of the BTS member are associated with this fiction. The storylines are created by myself. Any parts or contents in this book that are similar to other books are purely coincidence. Do not copy. Covers Copyright @KabyHsu All rights reserved ©️ 2018. Seokgenie.

Roses are red, Violets are blue, Which flower will you get? Cause I don't mind looking at you. **** Awards Entered: Magic Shop Award 2018: Third Placing (Scoring: 89/100) Bangtan Writers Award Winner BTS Astral Awards 2019: 1st Runner Up Copyright 2018 ©️ Seokgenie

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