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What happens when the biggest rookie boy group suddenly becomes six? When Izz unexpectedly debuts as the newest member of CORTIS, the entire K-pop industry is thrown into chaos. Fans are divided, the media won't stop talking, and every performance is watched under a microscope. Can one girl really find a place in a group of five boys who have trained, dreamed, and struggled together for years? From awkward first meetings and hilarious dorm life to unforgettable stages, world tours, award shows, variety shows, late-night practices, and the unbreakable bond they build along the way, this is the story of six artists chasing one dream. Together, they'll face scandals, sacrifices, impossible expectations, and the pressure of standing at the very top-while proving that family isn't defined by blood or gender, but by the people who choose to stand beside you. This is the journey of CORTIS-six hearts, one dream, and a story that changes everything.

A collection of poems I've written dating from now to when I was in high school.

Josiah "Phantom" Murphy, a black bartender, owns a bar in New Orleans, Louisiana, where time passes quickly, and people care for one another. But after nine p.m., time seems to stop, and humans are no longer allowed in the bar. Visit The Underground and meet Josiah and some other fan favorites as well. DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL, AND I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANY CHARACTERS THAT BELONG TO OTHER STORIES. THIS IS FAN FICTION.

A million people spend their entire lives trying to pick up missing fragments of themselves. Stolen Entries, a collection of flash fiction that tells the stories of a thousand souls and...perhaps even yours, dear reader. Find the story that stirs your heart, and may it leave a lasting impression. Yours truly, RosePoet (Author's note: Hello, dear readers! I would like to thank you for your support in reading my books Hidden Poetry and Dead School Days. I hope you enjoy this collection of flash fiction! I would also like to mention that I am still new to flash fiction writing. I am used to writing poems, so some of the chapters in this book may feel a bit more poetic and descriptive than your typical flash fiction. That should be all. Again, thank you so much for all of your support. )

This collection of poetry digs deeper into exploring loss of friends, relationships, and depression while trying to heal and overcome all of it. . . A collection of poetry compiled of every thought that creeps in the night and more. . . I will ask for patience for completion of this book as it reflects experiences and moments in my own life. This is a part two to a collection of poetry published on amazon.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ☕︎ ⋆｡°✩🌙 Not every story has to be bittersweet. Some stories can be made of sunshine and rainbows... -or perhaps, in this case, midnights and coffees? ☕🌙 There are stories written beneath the warmth of the afternoon sun, and then there are stories that begin somewhere between 12:03 a.m. and the first sip of cold coffee. This one happens to be the latter. ✦ ──────── ✦ What happens when Kang Hae-rim accidentally comes across a tiny 24/7 convenience store during one of those sleepless nights? And what happens when she keeps coming back... only to find the same employee behind the counter every single time? Lee Minho. The quiet, oddly charming, slightly-too-observant employee who seems to have made the night shift his entire personality. At first, it's just a convenience store. A cup of coffee. A packet of ramen. A few exchanged glances. A sleepy "Welcome." A casual "See you tomorrow." Nothing unusual. Nothing that should matter. Except somehow, the midnight visits become longer. The conversations become less awkward. The coffees become two instead of one. And somewhere between fluorescent lights, empty streets, convenience-store dinners, rainy windows, and conversations that were never supposed to last until sunrise... something begins to change. Maybe love doesn't always arrive with grand gestures and dramatic confessions. Maybe sometimes it looks like someone remembering your usual drink. Maybe it sounds like a quiet laugh at 2 a.m. Maybe it waits behind a convenience-store counter, under flickering lights, while the rest of the world sleeps. But there's one question neither of them seems ready to answer. Will their relationship be inconvenient... or convenient? ✦ ──────── ✦ I suppose... we can only wait and see. ♡ Because some stories aren't meant to break your heart. Some are simply meant to keep you company at midnight. 𓂃 ࣪˖

Time stole the edges of the memory. The faces blurred. The moments faded. Yet somehow, one person remained. A heartfelt MM romance about nostalgia, second chances, and the people who leave fingerprints on our souls long after they're gone.

Yuna's life looks perfect on camera. A calm home. A loving family. A daughter everyone admires. Millions watch her smile like its real. _________________________________________________________________________________ Minho's life is everything hers isn't. Late nights. Fluorescent lights. A convenience store that never closes. No one is watching him. _________________________________________________________________________________ They were never meant to meet outside of school. But somehow, she keeps showing up where nobody is filming. And he keeps noticing the things she tries to hide. _________________________________________________________________________________ Because the truth is:- Some live look perfect from the outside. And some people only feel real. behind the scenes. (I'M NOT SHIPPING ANYONE. I JUST PUT PICTURES I LIKE.)

Late night poems written by an insomniac, and published here. This'll be my poem collection, and will stay exclusively on Wattpad. I hope you enjoy these poems as much as I enjoy writing them.

She didn't mean to fall for her boss. He never planned to let her get that close. When Special Agent Savannah Hayes transfers to NCIS Washington, she expects cold cases, long hours, and a team that doesn't trust her yet. What she doesn't expect is Leroy Jethro Gibbs - steady, guarded, and impossible to read. Between late nights, dangerous cases, and quiet moments in a basement workshop, something begins to shift. Not fast. Not easily. But undeniably. Because in their world, hesitation is safer. Distance is smarter. And almost is easier. But almost doesn't last forever.

"Why do you always talk about the deep stuff when you're getting drunk?" I ask. "I don't remember the repercussions that follow," she replies. SLOW UPDATES -from Park Jimin's POV- -began April 26, 2019- -status: ON HOLD COVER MADE BY ME !PHOTO EDIT MINE! HIGHEST RANKINGS: #25 in jiminxreader

rowon couldn't fall asleep but when he does he sleeps in the wrong apartment. !This story is not based on real life people I just made these characters for (gets updated rarely)

A girl fighting sleep. A stranger asking, "Are you awake?" Will she ignore the message... Or reply to the stranger who was never meant to find her? -------------------------------------------------- hy☺ I'm not a writer. At least, not yet. I'm just someone who had a story in her head and finally decided to write it down. If this little story finds a place in your heart, I'd love for you to stay.

"So you're what, like my designated driver?" he slurs. "Yeah," Amaru shifts, just as confused as the sulking boy in front of him, "something like that..." In which Kyehoon and Donghyeon are roommates, and it just so happens to be a very boring Saturday. So boring, in fact, that someone hosts a kick-back in an abandoned office building at 9pm. Drinks are consumed, liquid courage brews, and Maruhyeon ensues~! *NOT smut, but lots of messy kisses* [cross-posted on ao3]

This book is a safe place for your late-night thoughts. A Collection of Midnight Thoughts is a deeply personal anthology of poetry about the things we usually keep to ourselves. The heartbreaks we don't talk about, the anxiety that creeps in when it's quiet, and the small glimmers of hope that keep us going. It's a reminder that even when you feel completely isolated in the dark, you aren't the only one awake.

It's a beautiful weekend and all Legoshi needs is a vacation, this could be the best weekend in the young wolf's life

More poetry, less nerdy.

These chapters are just me trying to express my feelings, it's not perfect poetry but pure and written with heart. My first language is not english so there are a lot of mistakes but there are also typing mistakes. I don't even know if this counts to poetry but it's what helps me express my emotions. There are many chapters I don't even like and some of them don't make sense.

The Gym House is the story of a gym owner who built more than a place to train, he built safe space for broken people to rebuild. Inside these walls, members come for different reasons; to lose weight, to get strong, to change their lives. But what they seek goes deeper. Through real conversations, late-night talks, tough love, and unwavering support, the gym owner becomes more than just a coach, he becomes a mentor, a brother, and sometimes the only person who believes in them. This is a story about transformation that starts with a workout, but changes everything. Because at The Gym House, we don't just build better bodies... We help build better lives.