The Intersection's Pretty Boys/ A Junji ito Fanfic

The Intersection's Pretty Boys/ A Junji ito Fanfic

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Alice is a normal teenager girl with a pretty normal life until she's forced to move to a different village because of her mother's new job. Nanchou-shi is a beautiful but scary village. The villagers say that in the night there are ghosts wandering the streets of Nanchou-shi. What will happen when Alice catch the eye of two young men that look exactly like the other but they aren't related by blood Warning: English is NOT my mother tongue (This is the first story on wattpad about the intersection bishounen) 4# junjiito (8.6.2020) 31# #horrorromance (20.4.2020)
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🍵 Once, in the heart of Tokyo, there bloomed a girl who glowed like sunlight trapped in dew. Her laughter made the city sigh, her kindness coaxed petals from concrete. They called her Tinkerbell-a barefoot dreamer who painted the world with moss and crystal light. But time was cruel. The garden of youth withered, and from its ashes rose a darker bloom: the Scarlet Ghost, veiled in silk and secrets, bound to a man who called his chains love. Every soul who once adored her-heroes, villains, sinners-now bends and breaks in her name. Their devotion is not gentle; it burns, devours, and worships. For in this city of gangs and ghosts, the fairest flower became the deadliest myth- and the fairy of the past is the curse that no one can uproot.🍵

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