[BangChan ff] || SEQUEL INCLUDED || "You can draw me." he said with a mischievous smirk plastered on his lips. "You?" I asked mockingly. "Yeah, paint me like one of your French girls and all, you know?" he teased while winking. "What I do know, is that you are far from a French girl." I replied, raising my eyebrows. "Precisely." ~~~ Olivia Elsher is seventeen-year-old girl with a talent in art. She has her life in tact, with no family drama or mental illness. Well, apart from being a little crazy in her own way. She knows what she wants and who to avoid. That's until the captain of the soccer team walks in during Art class, takes off his shirt and starts modeling for her crush. Bang Chan, a handsome boy that doesn't go along with the "bad boy-player jock" stereotype. He's sweet, friendly and a big tease. The moment he came in to Olivia's life, he messed everything up. In a cute and flirtatious way. All she wanted was to avoid the jock, but hard as she might, Chan was somehow always winning. [A romantic comedy with very dramatic characters] ≥≤≥≤≥≤≥≤≥≤≥≤≥≤≥≤≥≤≥≤≥≤ Highest Rankings: #2 in hwanghyunjin #11 in art "I love this story with a great passion and it feels like I'm reading a printed book from my book shelves. The way you create scenes so nostalgic, as if we were actually there when it happened, it's making my heart swell with so much joy and love I think I might explode one day" "Your books are my favourite. You never fail to touch me in the feels and make me emotional. I just love the way u write everything, the characters, their friendship and hilarious encounters. Everything is just so perfect and makes my day so much better. I really cannot say enough about it" Published: February 23rd 2021 Finished: January 22nd 2022 Sequel Published: January 27th 2022 Finished: On Going

When a heart breaks, what sound does it make? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. _________________________________________ She was so excited to finally find her soulmate. Until he wasn't. And then the sickness took over. Highest Rankings: #1 in bangchanxoc #1 in chanxoc #1 in christopherbangchan #7 in fanfiction #1 in skzff #1 in straykidsff #1 in hanahakidisease #1 in soulmateau #1 in hanahaki #1 in stay #1 in soulmate #1 in chanff #1 in bangchanff #1 in straykids #2 in chan #2 in bangchan #77 in ff #3 in skz *all pictures from google or pinterest*

There's a place where all sorts of demons and humans go called The Devil's Speakeasy, a bar where the humans have no idea that they are among monsters. When Y/N becomes a waitress there, she feels so strange, like something was off about the place, but all wonders of that seem to push out of her mind upon becoming close with a suave bartender with bright, red eyes and a devilish grin. {Male Demon x Female Reader} | WARNING | This story contains elements of: •Sexual Themes •Harassment and Assault •Drugging If I missed any warnings, please, let me know in the comments. I check them frequently.

He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time. ------------------------------------------- Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. Please enjoy, -Aphrodite.

---------------- They say that the tattoo will make me happy and safe, forever. I never believed them. Now, things have changed, yet I don't know how. I mean, he's a believer, someone I despise, how could I work with him? He may be smart, but that doesn't matter. Yet, I feel a connection, a connection between Colby Brock and I

"Psychos can't fall in love... It's Impossible... They can't feel love" . "Clearly you don't know what it's like to have someone who would give their life to make you happy. Someone who would rather suffer than have you feel the slightest bit of pain, We aren't you're traditional love story but our hearts and souls are still very much there."

"I heard you were a player, so let's play a game." **Editing: grammar** Chapters 1-8 are done ~ 4 part series: • Book 1: Player Book 2: Player 2.0 Book 3: Player 3.0 Book 4: Player 4.0