[Chen Ju Fen] The chrysanthemum fragrant blooms at dawn. At the age of 22, she died by the hands of her so-called husband and at the feet of her 'sworn' sister. Dying regretfully for wasting her life on a man who had thrown her away so easily like an used tissue, she opens her eyes to the familiar sight of her bedroom at the age of 16; it was exactly one year before she married him. Now she makes a choice: follow with the original story or take another route. NOT A TRANSLATION: this is my own humble story. All rights reserved. Do not plagiarize. Cover picture belongs to me while other photos used throughout the chapters do not, and I don't claim them. They belong to their rightful owners. Viewer's discretion is advised. Story contains usage of strong language, violence, and heavy sexual contents. Read at your own risk! Highest Rankings reached: #1 Novel #1 Revenge #1 Short story #1 Mature

2 years is short... 2 years is long... Days pass like years. Years continues on for eternity. Do you still remember the promise? This is a continuation of the Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Volume 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

❝You make the stars jealous, mi amor.❞ - In which the richest, most eligible bachelor of Seville lusts for a flamenco dancer below his class. Romance/Comedy - Highest ranking: #559 in Fanfiction #1 in Spain Reached 100K: 11.10.18 1st in the Mic Drop Awards - Started: 14.01.18 Finished: 23.08.19

[PLEASE READ DISCLAIMER] "Hello, this is midnight advisor! Having a problem getting it up with your boyfriend? I'm always here to-" "I just wanted to say that I was trying to kill myself a few minutes ago." "Oh, shoot!" Highest: 1 IN FANFICTION [COMPLETED]

"A pillow?" I raised an eyebrow as I lowered my knife ever so slightly. "Really?" Jungkook popped his head up from the corner of the pillow. "Well if you would've let me know that you were planning on sneaking into my room at 2:30 A.M to try and kill me then I might have been slightly more prepared." I looked at him in this state. Messy bed head, slightly too long gray sweets and... no shirt. Shit. I forced my eyes back to his face mostly covered by the pillow he was holding. "What makes you think I have come to kill you?" "Oh I don't know." Jungkook rolled his eyes, high sarcasm dripping into his voice. "Maybe because for the past week that has been your sole purpose in life. Also, you are holding a knife in my face. Maybe that screams truths where you are from, but here that is a little unsettling." "Actually," I said, spinning the knife in my hand which made Jungkook flinch. "I was on my way to kill you. I had my grenade ready and everything-" "Fuck me." Jungkook muttered, taking a step back. "Now let me finish." I pointed. "I said I WAS on my way to kill you, until I overheard this." I held up a recorder, waving it back and forth slightly. Jungkook lowered the pillow so he could see clearly, curiosity flooding his eyes. I grinned at his expression. "Looks like we are going to have to work together on this one Golden Maknae." America's most viscous team of assassins, Titania, are called to help control BTS, the most dangerous street gang in Seoul Korea. When their first attempt doesn't go as planned, Katrina, the wildest member of Titania, takes matters into her own hands. She is a no bullshit kind of girl, but when her best match up is the Golden Maknae, she finds herself struggling to focus. What could possibly make these two end up working together? With surprise guests EXO and GOT7, we test out if the Bulletproof Boy Scouts are indeed bulletproof. Want to see a bad ass trailer for this FF? Go to 'double chens' vine account and check out some sweg!

❝When I'm with you, Sora, all I get is wild thoughts.❞ - In which a girl gets offered a modelling contract by the owner of the notorious designer brand V, Kim Taehyung. Romance/Comedy/Drama - #SerendipityAwards 2nd in the Crystal Snow Awards Highest Ranking: - #5 in Fanfiction - #7 in Taehyung - #2 in Yoongi Reached 100K: 17.03.18 Reached 1M: 03.07.19 Reached 2M: 28.02.21 - Started: 30.09.17 Finished: 10.06.18

When the famous movie actress Choi Ara is forced to flee the city after having her career ruined by a scandal, she ends up quite literally, in the middle of nowhere. She now must experience her new life as a countryside villager. But how is she going to do that when her only talent is acting and being a spoiled brat? "One minute I'm walking on the red carpet with my designer dress and the next minute I'm wearing granny pants scraping up cow poop from the bottom of my shoe."

"Why do they call you Indigo?" "It's the last color they see before they die." Cover by @hoseqx Some rankings: #13 Fanfiction #14 BTS #1 Yoongi #67 Taehyung #2 Jungkook #1 Namjoon #4 btsfanfiction