A window to hell? Impossible, right? Well, not entirely. And Yn knew that. Her window to hell wasn't what it seemed. It wasn't your typical gate to hell.
Her way to hell was alive. She could feel it, see it, hear it, smell it, even taste it. And most of all, she could love them. But would she?
Yn has always had problems figuring out her emotions and she is probably the definition of oblivious. She really doesn't see what's right in front of her. Will she finally figure it out?
Ghost BC fanfiction.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Ghost or the characters in the band. I own Yn or any other OCs used. I don't own any videos/images unless I state otherwise. That being said, the cover is mine!!
⚠️WARNING⚠️: Language, mature themes, idk, other stuff, OH! And this book is really freaking cliche
I really thought I could do this, make a fanfiction again. I was wrong. Fanfiction isn't what I do, no matter how much I try. This story is hereby discontinued.
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He'd never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she'd say every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other.
She'd never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find that, whether he likes it or not.
It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites.
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"You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing.
He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl.
He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away.
"You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering.
"I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk.
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*Warning*
This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)