"Screw the rules. I want you, Kim Y/N." THIS FIC WAS MADE INTO CLICKBAIT FOR A YOUTUBE VIDEO COMPLAINING ABOUT KOREABOOS LOLLL ITS NOT THAT BAD GIVE IT A CHANCE you can find an audio cover on TerryTV :) Highest Ranking : [#1 in Fanfiction] BTS Park Jimin x reader High school teacher AU Translations: Spanish

"If someone loves you, they'd never put themselves in a position to hurt you." Warning: some mature content/strong language *** 1st place in Solo Taehyung category at the MagicShopAwards 2019 2nd place in Solo Taehyung category at the PurpleLightsAwards 2019 3d place in Solo Taehyung category of the BangtanGrammysAwards 2019 Highest rankings: #1 IN #TAEHYUNGFF #1 IN #BTSTAEHYUNG #5 IN #TAEHYUNG #12 IN #KIMTAEHYUNG THANK YOU! #1 in #btsjimin #1 in #btsjin #10 in #bts #4 in #btsv #5 in #tae #22 in #kth #166 in #btsfanfic

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

Ranking 1 in psychopath in 2019 A simple an easy to follow guide to deal with your psychopath yandere stalker. How? Coz Only a psychopath can deal with another psychopath. *~*~*~* "You are mine !" he growled at me. His calm friendly demeanour long gone. Slowly I raise my sight to his and say, "Only when you belong to me." my own calm demeanour not wavering. "What?" his harsh grip on my wrist losses. "It's a fair wager, I assume?" I raise my eyebrow at the confused boy. "You ..you wont get scared or try to run..you dont think I'm weird?" he scratches the back of his head confused. "Why would I when you remind me of someone." I answer as I cross my legs. His sudden bipolar anger comes back in on his features as he roars slamming his fists on both sides of me, "WHO?!" A smirk travels up my lips as I tilt my head and say, "Me" *~*~* Psychopath:- A person who knows the difference between right and wrong, but doesn't give a damn. Shows no morality and no emotions towards others, including love, guilt or hatred. Would happily destroy anything or anyone merely for personal pleasure. But can't these lost emotions come back? Though love, guilt or hatred. *~*~* The edited version can be found on Inkitt.

He liked you when he found out you were older than him... or are you? {COMPLETED} Highest ranking: #63 #got7

-=+=- "What's the situation, doc?" I asked with a small smile. Mr Kim didn't seem to be too humoured. "I don't know," He mumbled while leaning towards me, he hadn't even touched his food yet. "It's pretty odd," he said while staring into my eyes. "You're the only one who hasn't said yes to me." I stared up at him as if he was a mad man. "Excuse me?" I asked, almost choking on my food. "Just because I said I didn't want to date you doesn't mean I'm sic-" "I will cure you y/n," Mr Kim said as he stood up from the dining table and walked away. "Wait!" I yelled while standing up from my seat. As soon as I moved my stomach churned and I felt like I was going to throw up. "You're the one making me sick, Kim Taehyung!" I yelled as I fell to the floor in pain. -=+=- A continuation of Taehyung's ending from my first book, "Dazed". Enjoy!!

"you were the only one with your own color"

For her there isn't such a thing as a one side coin. She is honey and lemon at the same time. He is a stone in the outside but with the most elastic heart in the inside. He wears black but has the most colourful spirit. What happens when their paths cross? What happens when she becomes the drug without he can't live? What happens when he becomes the thief of her heart?

"Hey, so you free this weekend?" He asked laying to the locker next to me. I looked back from right to left, what? Is he talking to me? No way.. "No thank you, I wouldn't really wanna go out with you." I said before I left. No one liked her and never will but then.. Imagine if her image changed? Don't mind my cringey a writing :/ i was young..

But he isnt the same anymore.... Note: i have not edit this book so please excuse my grammars