"Those curves...that's the problem" Jungkook thought bitting his lower lip.

|| Highest Rank - #1 in Teen Fiction and #5 in Romance || Melody Carson has been in the same class as Tyson McCannon since primary school. She's watched him play with girls, set the school on fire, skip classes, prank teachers, smoke behind the school, break the law, get into fights with other guys for fun and even watched him get suspended for three weeks. He always ruins everything and never does what he is told. Melody has hated him since the day he set foot in her school and luckily he has never noticed her. That is, until now. Tyson has set his eyes on Melody and won't stop until he gets what he wants. And he wants her. *-*-* Note: It is cliché at first but it gets better. [COMPLETED] Copyright © by Laylaa Khan

[HIS: Bunny] 18+ "I'm not a bunny. You are." I was the wolf that ate her up. -COMPLETED 7/14/2018 Copyright ©️ 2018 by HAHAKIM 310K 🔎 01.27.2019 366K 🔎 03.29.2019 390K 🔎 05.03.2019 450K 🔎 08.28.2019 508K 🔎 12.29.2019 600K 🔎 06.17.2020 📍 #1 maknae

Desecrating the purest of hearts. They toy with women to watch them squirm, pollinate the seeds of despair, to satiate their Seven Deadly Sins. -Ellen Hopkins

Y/n a girl who was a fan of bts (bangtan boys) and now she became a girl who is a fan and a bestfriend to her bias So what will happen to her . . . . So this is my first FF please support me ♥♥♥♥

Everything in his life was temporary, but I was always going to be his forever. All Rights Reserved © + second place in the bts enteral awards +

The mature scenes from chocolate kisses. ;) 21+ But I'm not stopping you.

|UNDERGOING EXTREME EDITING| Royal- a missing piece. Namjoon- A puzzle without all the pieces.

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I looked at the seven boys, my eyes lingering on Namjoon. The others started to leave for dinner, but Namjoon didn't move. "I'm not eating." I said. "Alright." He smirked and leaned against the walls. The door clicked shut. "You aren't hungry?" I stepped forward. With a sudden move, he swung me around so I was pinned to the wall, my knit crop hoodie brushing against his chest with the sudden movement. He leaned in so close that our lips brushed together. "Not for what's at that restaurant."