Plagued by night terrors so bad that he is feeling more and more exhausted every day, Park Jimin seeks help from a psychiatrist and a doctor of the supernatural sciences. However, nothing is working, and the dreams are getting worse every single night and are now crossing over into his reality. Jimin just wants to sleep. ©chimchimicorn

"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

Love is a brilliant tragedy. A story of a young millionaire, a contract, bay of lights, and swinging chandeliers. HIGHEST RANK - #9 in Fanfiction [Featured in global and local news in SPH, Mothership, TodayOnline, Singapore's Writers Festival and others]

She would watch him dance every single night, knowing his every move. The only thing she didn't know is that he knew. A story about self love & self destruction. © stereoids 2018. All rights reserved. Published on Jan. 21st Completed on Oct. 13th

"You have to kill her again make you and her free from this miserable life." He said patting the reaper's shoulder. "It's your duty" he added. The grim reaper understood everything the man said and thanked him for making everything clear. "Btw! you don't have to give her false name anymore! In order to make her remember everything, you have to use your original name." the man in white said smiling at the reaper. With a blink of an eye, he disappeared. ~ It was too late for her to reach out to him. Her soul was taken by his love for her. Happy reading ♥

I was murdered by a serial killer who prowled the grounds of my school's campus. My soul, untethered and restless, wandered the earth without understanding why. Peace was elusive. But then, the Almighty intervened. A group of girls, souls like mine, pleaded for my resurrection. They assured me that I could find happiness and rest in peace once more if I avenged our deaths by unveiling the identity of our killer, Mr. Rose. And so begins my story. --- Disclaimer! The whole story in this book is PURE fictional. This is just a fanfiction featuring BTS and I aspire to make you fall in love with the book. Happy reading! Last update: 12/7/2024