when min gaeun creates a troll Instagram to message her school crush. "if i can't get myself to talk to him, i'll do it another way, a way without embarrassing myself." || p.c.y || short story || COMPLETED || © alpacake, 2017

I always see something different from him. From the way he walks to the way he talks is different from the rest.

" stop smoking " he grabbed the cigarette i was about to light and threw it onto the ground. " but you smoke too, what's your fucking logic? " " there's something better than fucking nicotine " " oh yeah? what is it? " i eyed him cautiously. " my lips, what else? " then and right there, he crashed his lips on mine.

"That's my tattoo, Y/N, on your body. You know exactly what that means." BTS Jungkook x Reader tattoo artist AU gang AU Thanks and credits to all of the original artists of the amazing edits and fan arts, as well as the creator of the cover @namjoonkie and original artist @diatybx?❤️ Highest Ranking: [#1 in Fanfiction]

You never know. (jungkook ff) "(y/n) you hate me, right?" We sat in the sunflower field, crying then giggling. Time has passed now.

"i'm sorry." -jung jaehyun 》 lowercase intended ° 》 series of messages ° 》 fangirling moment ° 》 written to express ° ©copyright 2016

"They say when you love someone, you'll do anything in the world for them. Even break the rules of love, in some cases..." |ψ|Book 1: Purity || j.jungkook |ψ|Smutty 18+ content |ψ|Angst |♕|Cover created by @lantic ♡ |ψ|Sorry Folks, new username.

The Number Series (A Dystopian Society) Second book to 4522. "She's gone." I spat blood from my mouth. "And I'm going to get her back." "Don't tell me," Quinn shook her head. "You're going to pretend you're one of them." I looked into her dark eyes. "I have to save her." I put the red mask on my face and dawned the uniform of the PC&T: Population Control and Traders. I vowed to do more than just bring my sister home; I would bring down the chaotic world I lived in and would create a place where she would always be safe.

My name is Violet Mercer. When I was about 4, I watched my parents die. A few weeks later, I was branded and shipped off with a bunch of other kids to my new fate, to train and learn for 10 years until I was sold to someone else as a slave. Brutal beginning? Yeah. But it's the truth. See, here's the thing. A few years back--maybe a little under 50--we humans did something stupid. It was part of an experiment called G42 by some genetics company that was trying to speed up evolution. What did they do? Well, they altered specific genetic strands to see if they could create a sort of super-human. Their answer? Yes. But there was a flaw in their plan. These new 'evolved' humans, or 'evos', were everything they could have hoped for--strong, and fast, and smart. Practically immortal, too, so what was the problem? They were born without emotions. Maybe this doesn't sound too bad to you, but our emotions? They're what make us human. What happened next was kinda inevitable: the Evos took over. There are two strands of DNA--get one, and your set for life. Get the other, good luck living to see past your sweet sixteen. And if you are one of the crazy (or brave, depending on who you ask) people who dares to bring a child into this world, you could give them the best, longest life ever, or doom them to an early death after a suckish life. So, yeah. Our world is screwed up. And we can't go to G42 for a solution, because as soon as the Evos realized the possibilities, they slaughtered everyone who might know something and blew up the facility. Now, dear reader, are you beginning to understand the use of emotions? This is my story. I still don't know how it ends, whether it was all for better or worse. But you're here. So go ahead and read. Maybe we'll both learn a little something. Welcome to my life. I hope you survive in this new world. By Earthstone #567 in Teen Fic on 6/17/2016

Perfection. That's what we strive for. It's what everybody strives for. We must be perfect. Selection will help us become perfect. In a world where the government selects people to mate based on their genotypes and DNA alleles. Emmary Eaton, birthing number 45729 is ripped from her home and everything she knows to be dropped in a society she is more than unfamiliar with to be with her assigned mate. Soon she discovers that there is more to her new family and Selection than meets the eye. Secrets start to unfold as well as ulterior motives and innocent Emmary Eaton is unwillingly thrust into the middle of it all.