Candles (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Candles (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

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"What's that?" my wife asked after hearing a plate that had been dropped. "I don't know" I answered. "Just go to sleep" I said assuringly. I walk down the stairs and had been greeted by my first love, but I know she died a couple of years ago.. But why is she here? "Vi?" I asked. She turned around and looked me in the eyes, she still have that glow in her eyes but she's paler and that smile is replaced by a straight line by her lips. "I need you to help me" she said sweetly. "H-how?" I stuttered. "I have unfinished business still" she said coming closer and clooser, she's about to start cupping my cheeks but she can't "That's why" she said, giving me a fake smile. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Heya! Well, that happening there ^ will happened at the end of the book and chapter 1 will start to Violet's life when she met the famous Niall Horan. So expect that in the ALMOST end
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The foundation of South Korea's high society is money, power, and marriage. His marriage was considered a mere 'contract' between the fathers. So it didn't matter who the bride was going to be. Pretty or ugly, addicted to shopping or depressed, promiscuous or virtuous. The important thing was what the bride would bring to the table. However, she was different. He recalled Lisa, who had been sitting so gracefully in front of the magnolia tree. Her white, slender face, pure smile, and her brown eyes looking at him. Crack. His chest hurt. Damn it, it hurt so much that he began to curse. *** Their bodies perfectly became one. Their entangled bodies, legs interlocked, embracing each other. They moved as one as if they were searching for salvation. "If you begin seeing another man, I'll kill you." He sharply bit the nape of her neck. "I'm warning you now, but I'll really kill you. Don't even look at them. Don't talk to them. Don't even acknowledge their presence." Lisa let out a soft moan and couldn't respond. In the night, a spring night where the heavy darkness dripped down like paint, the room was brimming with passion. __________________________________________ DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN THIS WORK. CREDITS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNER OF THIS BOOK. A Lizkook Adaptation __________________________________________

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