Then there was a long pause, a minute of silence he so desperately needed just to wrap his thoughts around all of this. ''Ah, I'm sorry about your boyfriend. I couldn't help myself. The thought of somebody else having you, somebody else owning such a precious work of art drove me insane.'' Within seconds, he stood up, clenching his fists as he spoke quietly and more clearly with the purpose of his words to be heard, to be remembered and possibly never forgotten. ''Soon, you'll be mine. And you'll learn to love me back.'' © stereoids. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2018

His finger traces my skin, his coffee brown eyes staring deep into mine as I feel chills run down my spine. "Taehyung." I call out his name, close to a whisper, afraid that someone might hear us. Why did being with him make me feel so good even though he wasn't mine to keep? [Highest Ranking: #1 in Fanfiction] Warning: some sexual/mature content Started, 30 Nov 2018 Ended, 25 Apr 2019 © 2019 softaura ✓ cover by: @eulu-xuria

Formerly titled Butterfly ~~~ When former reporter Melody Tsushima was sentenced to twenty months in prison, she hadn't expected to be sent to Versailles. Cooking soups and planting daffodils, after all, was strange. But all par for the course at the so-called "Palace at Versailles," an old mansion equal parts prison and psychiatric ward for incarcerated young adults. And Melody certainly hadn't expected her own special assignment: to write the stories of her fellow patients.  A girl who truly knows what it means to be different. A young woman with wounds that run far deeper than skin. A boy whose heart is much too big for his damaged body. A young woman who sees the world as it could be, not as it is. A boy with too many souls living in him. A boy with universes in his mind.  All of them are unique, and all of their stories will change Melody.  // Note: this story was formerly a completed story in the fanfiction category. This version has been rewritten to be original fiction. Due to the request of readers, the previous story chapters have been unpublished, rather than deleted.

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

[was FEATURED on the official ROMANCE profile reading list!] 'His touch tainted the purest side of her.' ****** "We shouldn't." I uttered softly as he looked into my eyes, his stare piercing. "We really shouldn't." Taehyung whispered back, cupping my cheeks as he brought our lips together. [highest ranking: #2 in Shortstory] © 2020 softaura cover by: @eulu-xuria

❝You're sleeping with your professor, aren't you?❞ . . . An accident leaves Elreda Adair riddled with guilt and the town with rumours. She leaves home to have a new start, in a city she isn't known. She intends on laying low as she attempts to block out the demons from her past. Her efforts, however, go to waste the moment she catches the eye of her literature professor, Archer Kane. Archer takes it upon himself to help her with class and their literature novel. The more time they spend together, the further they stray away from a student-teacher relationship, entering dangerous waters. As the sparks between them ignite, things take an enigmatic turn when little discrepancies with the novel catch Elreda's attention. Elreda learns that Archer knows more about her than he lets on and the attractive professor facade may have just been a mask to cover his true intentions. warning: some sexual content! [word count: 50 000- 60 000 words] [Highest Ranking - #1 in Shortstory] Started, 21 Aug 2018 Ended, 08 Oct 2018 © softaura cover by: @marvelity