*winner of iconic author of the year award* A womans job was to serve in any way told, and to produce healthy children. . Any women that disobeyed, would be punished severely. . The story of a poor girl who was purchased by the General, and how they changed each other and began to fight for the freedom of women ©chimchimicorn

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

「i'm here to protect you, not to be your friend.」 ©minghaoburgers + note that this is not a taegi fic !! winner of the 2017 kpop wattys alternative universe award lowercase intended

"You should be careful, Y/N." Taehyung says, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his legs, tucking his chin into his palms. "He's the meanest son of a...mother who's ever lived." He shakes his head, sighing. "And he's the one who got you into this mess in the first place." You pat your best friend's knee comfortingly, brushing his fluffy ash gray from his forehead. "He's also the only one who's standing with me, Tae." You say, before quickly adding, "Aside from you, of course. And also, there's the project that started it." You roll your eyes. Yoongi enters the room at that very moment, eyeing you two warily. "Why are you so suspicious about me?" He asks Tae, wearing his usual cold expression. "You know I don't give a-" "No swearing." The gray haired boy interrupts him, sighing. "How'd you assume we were talking about you anyway?" The blue haired boy shrugs, quickly glancing at you before looking away. "Well, I'm the one who's partnered with Y/N for the project." He says, plopping down on the couch next to you, and winking at Taehyung. "Plus, I'm the only guy who you can came pretty close to cussing out." _______ A story where shit goes crazy. WARNING: A mix of crazy, YOLO, party, playboy and gay. With added projects, teachers and gangs. And of course, sugar and ocean. Book one. Highest Ranking: #2

"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