He pulled me closer to him as my breath hitched in my throat. His looks could kill anyone who got near him. He pressed his lips next to my ear. "I don't care anything about you.... You saw what you saw and you can't leave" He pulled away from me, walking out the kitchen, leaving me in here. I think they were right, he does have a cold heart....

This will be a autobiography about the life of a young African female. All of the facts included in this book are real, not fake at all. It will begin at the beginning,from the day that I was born till now. My life has been truly rough, even though I know there are others out there struggling more than I am, I still have the need to share my story. I will try not to leave details out, became they matter. Tbh I think I'm writing this because I want people to understand my life as a black person, especially in Africa, it's not all village life and poverty. Some countries have fairly wealthy citizens.

Yoongi and Hoseok hate each other They really do That is until Yoongi receives an unknown message Textfic | crack