a bts x hoseok sad/angst ff, bottom hoseok, top bts. there will be a happy ending and a sad ending. read at ur own risk! 18+ i'm so so sorry if this triggers anyone. ;-; please do not read if you get triggered easily. warnings!: suicide, angst, bullying, replaced, drugs, suicide thoughts, PLEASE READ AT UR OWN RISK ! this is the only warning you'll get. i'll put " TW " when it comes to parts that needs one. TW = TRIGGER WARNING jungkook: hyung, why do we even need him? he's just bringing us down. jimin: he's right hyung.. we don't need him. taehyung: mhm, we do not. suga: ... true, he's annoying, always smiling and all. so damn tiring putting up with him. jin: i agree, i get so tired hearing him and seeing him, namjoon: don't worry, we'll just make stuff up so hitman bang will make him leave bts. hoseok: .... i'm sorry for being annoying... *crying* i'll just leave you guys just as you wish... good luck and ...goodbye... the last thing he as ever said.... was " please let go and i'm sorry.... " THIS IS JUST A FANFICTION, IT IS NOT REAL! DO NOT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY. IT'S A MADE UP STORY, IT ISN'T REAL! I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARATERS/IDOLS, THE IDOLS IM USING ARE NOT LIKE THIS WHATSOEVER. THANK YOU, ENJOY<3

August Howell a very feminine boy, In words August was a cross dresser. So when August joins Maple Mount Academy, What happens when the schools bad boy Evan Gallagah becomes infatuated with the younger boy.

"Watch that attitude baby." "Make me."

"Are you sure you want to tag along? This mission seems a little dangerous. You can just head back to head quarters." Jungkook gave me a smirk before cocking his gun and aiming it. "We don't wanna ruin that pretty face of yours." He then released the trigger bitterly, causing every nerve in my body to stiffen. - I wrote this when I was 15 years old... proceed with caution Start: 08/05/17 BEWARE ⚠️this is a very vulgar and graphic book!!!⚠️ VERY MATURE THEMES 18+ Reader Discretion is Advised!!

(v.) To cause someone to feel isolated or estranged ❝ ℍave you ever been in love before? ❞ ❝ Love? What's that?❞ ❝You've got a lot to learn,❞ she sighed. STARTED// JUNE 27, 2017 ENDED// JUNE 6, 2018

That face... Those eyes... Your scent "I remember you."

His lips were so soft against mine. Yet the kiss was rough. Before I knew it we were backing into my room and he kicked the door closed. I started unbuttoning his shirt while he pulled my dress over my head. He kissed me again before looking at me. "Are you sure you want this?" After being abused for so long, Raquel finally decides to leave her boyfriend. When she has no where to go, she calls on the only person she knows, multimillionaire Lorenzo Princiti. I can promise you the story is better than that thing up there ⬆. Plus it gets better as the story continues, so please read and vote. WARNING: THERE ARE ABUSIVE SCENES AND SEXUAL SCENES. IF EITHER OF THOSE THINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO PLEASE FIND A MORE RELAXED BOOK. TO ALL MY FREAKS, WELCOME

‘Black excellence.’ Rose. Black. Twenty-two. Recent college graduate. Raphael. Greek. Twenty-nine. Extremely good-looking, wealthy and – most of all – cold. What was it? A compromis? An arrangement? More like blackmail. And now that he has her, will this relationship remain more like a deal? Or will actual feelings get involved? “I expect you to let me kiss you when I want. You don’t decline,” he demanded and took a few steps to the corner she stood in. He placed his hands next to her, really cornering her. His voice was hoarse and full of authority, and Rose almost felt herself giving in. “Do you understand?” She raised her eyebrow and cocked her head to the side a bit, challenging him. “Do… you… understand?” his lips brushed against hers with every word he said. She had the urge to just kiss him but as she had told herself not to, she turned her head so his lips were now on her cheek. “This is not part of the arrangement.” “Then I’ll make it one from now on,” he retorted and held her face by her cheeks with one hand, forcing her to look at him. “You can’t,” she mumbled as it was hard for her to speak with his hand like that. “I can. If you don’t agree, you can leave.” She stared into his green eyes as she thought about leaving. She knew she was going to get hurt if she’d stay but she didn’t want her entire family to get hurt either. He let go of her face and crushed his lips onto hers. By now he had pressed his body completely on to hers and Rose felt her body heating up again. Raphael wasn’t gentle during the kiss at all but he wasn’t harmful either. He was dominant and left no room for her to take control of what was happening in that elevator. SEXUAL CONTENT!

After witnessing a crime, twenty-two year old-stripper by trade-Ebony Moore finds herself in a bind. What she sees will cost her. It could possibly be her life or maybe her heart...

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....