Waking up in an unknown place was one thing, but solving a killers game is something. Highest ranking #1 in myg #1 psychokiller

Do you believe in second chances? Just so you know, this is not a happy ending story. Warning: Violence.

❝And to think I had no idea who you were...❞ ❝Oh, but I knew exactly who YOU were❞ A Cha Eunwoo story. Hope you enjoy it! Finished ✔️

When I felt the finger touch my shoulder I jumped two feet and swung my arm around, striking the person in the face. "Ow!" He let out a yelp of pain and I covered my mouth in shock. It was my deskmate. "Oh my goodness I'm so sorry!" I pulled my hand back to my chest, upset at my reaction. He looked up and I was surprised to see he was smiling. He let out a laugh, one that sounded soft and surprisingly adorable. "Do you always do that when people touch you?" He ruffled his dark bangs. I blinked at him, not knowing how to react, "I..." "Wow" He smiled at me again, making my stomach churn with nervousness. Something about him made me jumpy, uneasy. I wasn't used to talking to people like this, normally. He stretched out a hand, a bright smile spreading from ear to ear. "I'm Eunwoo, let's be friends" ❗️I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES THIS IS MY FIRST ASTRO FANFIC❗️

Description: Park Haesung (You) recently tranferred to another school during midterm due to your parents divorce. The reason for that was... You could see the dead. At school, you had no friends due to your strange powers. You didn't know when you started to see it.. Afterall, you don't remember much of your past. At the park, you met a boy playing the flute who captured your attention. In the end, he was actually someone in your class. As you spend time together, you started to feel like.. you met him before but you weren't sure. "Hey Eunwoo" I said "Neh?" Eunwoo answered "Have I... ever met you before?" I asked Eunwoo stared at me. "....What do you think?" Eunwoo said Have you met Eunwoo before? Where? And how did you start to see spirits of the dead? Is it related to Eunwoo? Read it and find out :P Warning: It's a tear jerker, tragic story.

❞Thanks for the tp, bruv.❞ Kim Taehyung, a famous novelist who accidentally stumbles into a women's restroom at a popular restaurant has to hide there until all the customers leave so he won't be accused of being a pervert. Unfortunately, a brainless girl named Rae asks for toilet paper in the stall beside hers. Start: 06 29 18 End: 00 00 00 ©-lovelyseok

❞i hope you're the reason i'm crying next.❞ »completed« start: 09 06 16 end: 03 17 17 ©-lovelyseok

~ AVAILABLE ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/164434193X ~ She hated riding the subway. It was cramped, smelled, and the seats were extremely uncomfortable to sit on for hours on end. Now add a group of crazy mask-wearing, weapon-wielding, maniacs to the ever growing list of reasons why Gemma hated riding the subway. Gemma Conners is your average eighteen year old and for the past two years she's been riding the subway to and from school with no problem. She always expected the same ol' same ol'. Cramped spaces, hard seats, and perverts staring her up and down and "accidentally" bumping into her and blaming it on the train as it jostled people into one another. Never did she expect a group of masked men to rush in and hold everyone onboard hostage, demanding that they all play along with their sick and twisted idea of a "game". It was either that or die. To add on to her ever growing list of problems, one of the passengers onboard just so happens to be Archer Daniels, your typical high school "heartthrob" and Gemma's classmate. Her day just kept getting better and better. With Gemma's luck, she'd be lucky if she lasted five minutes. Yep. She really hated the subway. *Book Cover Credit: Irah Marie* Thanks again for making such an AMAZING cover!❤️

My selfishness that couldn't let you go Turned into an obsession that imprisoned you

I took a couple steps closer, holding my gun against his jaw. My body was merely touching his chest while I looked up at him. He brought his gun down to my cheek and smirked. I grinned back and finally spoke. "Who are you?" I said in a low tone, just soft enough for him to hear. He grinned at my question, revealing dimples on his soft, yet bloodied cheeks. "That's for me to know and you to find out, sweetheart." U̶p̶d̶a̶t̶e̶s̶:̶ ̶E̶v̶e̶r̶y̶ ̶d̶a̶y̶ ̶2̶:̶0̶0̶P̶M̶ ̶(̶p̶s̶t̶)̶ Current updates are inconsistent, please be patient with me :) Started: 6/22/20 Completed: ???