Roseanne already prepared herself long time ago. She knows that she will not make it through.. which made it easier for her to live in a way.. No false expectations, no disappointment and no heartbreaks as she accepted her fate. She just want to live in the moment with her limited time. It will be alot easier if only her sister could do the same, but Jisoo has been very stubborn to even entertain the idea of losing her. She moved mountains just to give her the best treatment there is. But as much as she loves her sister..she's determined to put a stop into it. Its getting ridiculous and wasteful of resources. She is finally done.. as far as she's concerned. With a deep sigh she put a lollipop on her mouth as she wander around the huge hospital lobby. Her sister might be going nuts already by this time nagging the guards that she assigned to watch her.. she sigh some more.. "I'm sorry for your lost" Roseanne heard a distinct voice of a woman almost instantly followed by sorrowful wails. Her curious eyes landed on a young looking Doctor that stands infront of a weeping woman. She's standing tall, back straight.. with both hands on her side pockets, nothing seems unusual on her until she focused on the Doctor's face. She is very beautiful, she could give her that.. but her indifferent expression strikes her the most. It gave her chills as she watched her walk away to the scene in an unaffected manner. How can such beauty seems so.. Heartless? A smirk formed on her lips as she crushed the candy on her mouth.. "Interesting" A/N: this fanfic is loosely inspired by Ratana Satis work. If youre into manga check her out! ^^

Lalisa Manoban returned to Seoul, South Korea after a decade in New York City. She never dreamt of coming back to the country where all she could remember was all the judgement and demoralization she had experienced when she was a teenager. Roseanne Park has it all, a thriving career, a loving relationship with her family and boyfriend, and nothing else she could ask for. Almost everything in her life is in order until one person comes back and ruins everything, including her heart...again. Warning! -G!p -angst, bullying, cheating and betrayal Note: Please be aware that none of the characters in this story are misgendering. This story is entirely a fanfiction. All the names, locations and events are just a product of my imagination. Any similarities to others are purely coincidental. I'm not a pro writer. I'm writing for fun and I'm writing whenever I have the opportunity. Please bear with me as English is not my first language.

Three days before your lifetime is supposed to end, the flying numbers above your head decrease quickly and keep counting. You are not able to see your own numbers, but other people can. Rosé Park comes to face a counting and decreasing number flying over a stunning girl her eyes rest in the middle of a New York street. Can she do something to change the girl's fate?

After high school, Chaeyoung attended college and never reconnected with her best friend Lisa. When Chaeyoung decides to take a life drawing class, she never expected to recognize her model. Or for her model to look quite so good with her clothes off...

-completed- [Top Chae] ~When their daughter came home in the evening they presented her the scissors. She smiled as she traced the shiny metal tool and admired it in the candle's light. She was in love with the small thirteen that had been carved on the inside of the handle. It made it different from any other pairs she had seen before~ Lisa is a cop. Rosé is a detective. When a series of weird, unexplainable murders are happening in Seoul, Lisa becomes head of the case and Rosé becomes her partner. While trying to catch the serial killer they will catch feelings too. But will their feelings be strong enough to cope with the pressure of life? Will they catch the killer or will the killer catch them? And how do Jisoo and Jennie fit into this complicated story? Read to find out... Start: April 4 2020 End: January 23 2024 ©Vonnyhony

Roseanne Park, uma garota vaidosa e um tanto narcisista imaginou o primeiro dia na sua nova escola em que foi transferida após o novo casamento de sua mãe, um pouco diferente; ela não sabia que seria uma escola de meninas ultra-rigorosa e conservadora. Então, em vez de um doce romance de escola secundária, ela cruza as cabeças com a severa presidente do conselho estudantil, Lalisa Manoban, que se torna sua nova irmandade. E ela tem que aprender que o ódio e a atração muitas vezes não são tão distantes.

Lalisa Manoban tinha apenas seis anos quando seus pais decidiram tirar as tão famosas férias em família. Iriam para a Austrália, porém, o destino lhes foi cruel, causando o choque de um caminhão desgovernado contra o carro onde estavam durante o caminho para o aeroporto. Os olhos castanho só se abrem quatorze anos depois daquela tragédia, e ela se encontra em uma cama de hospital, sem nenhum arranhão. Lalisa teria que aprender a lidar com a vida adulta, contudo sua mentalidade estava estacada em seus seis anos. Conseguiria ela lidar com tanta pressão? Estória original pode ser encontrada no Wattpad. Todos os créditos a autora original: @JuleteBs

O ensino médio sempre foi um bicho de sete cabeças para todos aqueles que passam ou que já passaram por ele. Para Lisa, não foi diferente. Onde Lisa, uma menina desprovida do amor dos pais e com uma vida turbilhada de problemas. Acaba por encontrar o amor verdadeiro onde menos espera.

Lalisa Manoban, uma garota tailandesa de 19 anos se muda para a Coréia do sul. A partir daí muitas coisas aconteceram. Como ela ter se apaixonado por Chaeyoung, a garota do andar de baixo. Capa por: @aestuantic •Violência• •Linguagem imprópria• ~Plágio è crime ;)

"Com minha respiração ainda ofegante e fora do ritmo me encontrava ali, atirada em cima daquele sofá. Sentia meus batimentos baterem cada vez mais fortes, e aos poucos iam ganhando mais intensidade. Meu corpo queimava por dentro e por fora, podia sentir o suor escorrer sobre toda minha pele pálida, sentia o sangue quente correr por todas minhas veias junto com a adrenalina ali produzida, a dor se espalhava por todo meu corpo e conforme a cada puxada de ar que eu dava o mesmo implorava por mais..."