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Pretty Boy How could you exactly define yourself as being pretty? Is keeping myself high, be enough? Would the wounds around my body, mark me as to being one? Could drowning myself with alcohol guarantee me into feeling like that? Because if it does, then I guess being wrecked and having an obscure life are things that could be defined as being pretty. But, being pretty comes with a cost, and seeing your friend as to being one is just plainly forbidden. But what if the forbidden nature of it all, could come falling into a mess that's nowhere near as pretty as him. Would it fall into shattered pieces or could it fix what is already broken? And would the love that both of them are willing to give each other be enough to overpower the bigger repercussions that'll probably come out of it? [Smut Included]

"Are you okay? Can you still stand up?" I asked him "Go away!" He replied I remember the day I met him he was wearing a black shirt and black pants. He looks helpless and wasted until I get to know him more after the incident "I just wanna be the one who can He call and I wanna be the one who can be with him always" He explained I didn't know that he and I would be friends, I didn't know that I could be the one who would listen to his complaints and dramas, but I didn't know that....he likes someone else "I can be the one you can call and... I can be the one that you can be with always" I replied while looking at him We both didn't talk and stayed silent. I guess being in love makes you stupid and I can prove that as I am the stupid one

Society has three rules that must be followed in order to be accepted: Number 1: Find your soulmate. Number 2: Be with them and fall in love with them. Number 3: Do not willingly reject your soulmate. They are the only one for you. Following these will guarantee success in life, and you've been taught that since you were young. You want a happy future? The rules will grant you that wish. You must remember the rules. You must respect the rules. You must obey the rules. But these "rules" aren't fair, especially not for you. When your soulmate is someone you despise with all your being, you feel that these rules will give you anything but happiness in the future. Everyone will look down upon you, but you could care less. You hate the rules. You run from the rules. You break the rules. Because you know what? Screw the rules. Started: 18/06/03 Ended: 18/11/11 Copyright © 2018 Tazzyrk

❝~~Darling don't be afraid. I've loved you for thousand years and more~~❞ ♡ 𝗩𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿⁹⁵˙˚∘•✿ Convinced the inside of Jimin's head is just a rotation of "Wanna kiss him,touch him,hug him,madly in love with him,want to be his 'one and only'". In Taehyung's Head "Sometimes it's just really hard for me to ignore Jimin.He turned out to be someone I can't live without". -The prettiest flowers will die one day- ❤︎ Star belongs to Moon like Taehyung belongs to his Jimin⋆ ֪ ☪︎....... Today,tomorrow,always & forever.Moon&Star will be side by side forever.It's not just destiny. *It's because we're Soulmates in every universe. *It's because we're made for Each other .. ☾★_𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 "𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱" 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 "𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁"_☾★ 𝗩𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿⁹⁵˙˚∘•✿ NB - The historical aspect is entirely fictional and not based on real Korean history.....

Cover by siimplyisaac Words. Everyone takes them for granted, using them non-stop, screaming them, laughing them, blurting them. But what about when they're dying? Are they strong enough to scream out their last words? To laugh out their final sentence? To blurt out the last thing people will remember of them? Your dying words mean everything. It's what people remember you saying last and it shouldn't be something stupid which if you get used to saying stupid things, I believe you won't have any control of what you say when you die. So words are valuable, and I, James Hunter, won't waste them. Of course I'll speak when it's important but I don't think I'll speak for anything other than that. But I'm dying and I don't want to be, but the choice isn't mine to make. My body- my heart has made up its mind, I'm going to die, I just have to accepting it. And if I'm going to die, I want to be remembered, I want them to visible see my face, feel my touch and hear my voice from my final hours of living. I want my family to know everything I've been holding in and I want my friends to remember me as strong. So what I'm going to die? Everyone does at one point. I'll just die sooner than expected and medication won't do anything to stop it, only postpone it and I don't want it postponed, when I'm ready... I'm ready and I want my heart to be on the same page as I am.

**This is the sequel to Call me kitten** If you read that one first, this one will make a lot more sense, link here: /story/282083105-call-me-kitten-boyxboy-love-✓ It's called living the dream. To have a great and well-paid job, an apartment to die for and a girlfriend who don't mind that you have some fun with others. Simon has all that and everything should be just peachy. But it simply isn't peachy when you happen to get a serious crush on two people at once. And those people happen to be your friends. And those friends happen to be a couple. To choose between the stability of the known and the thrill of the unknown is hard, but to risk losing your friends is even harder. Not to mention discovering that being dominant isn't all that you are. == Links == All socials, and spotify playlist is on my profile! == Disclaimer == # This is a boy x boy x boy polyam story # Contains explicit language and content (+18!!) # Contains acts of BDSM, so if you're not into that, beware (those chapters will begin with a warning)

What if you committed suicide one day. After just one horrible day that set you off. You know, the bullies and the mean classmates who want to help but don't. And your crush refuses to help you one night. What if another woke up months later with no memory? You don't know who you are, nothing seems familiar. All you know is that something draws you to a boy who died months ago right before school ended. A lot of people care that he is dead, they feel responsible. Another boy catches your attention and you can't help but feel something for him. What if he's the answer to your problem but he won't talk about the dead boy? What if he does? Can you win over his trust and figure things out or will meeting him awaken something in you, you may or may not have known? or seen coming...

8th member Sometimes love ends in a bad way but when it ends in a good way, it is a wonderful thing. Sometimes it takes a few tries until you find the "one". Maybe they are your soulmate. Maybe not. Does love last even with your soulmate? He might not have been her first love but she thought he was the one. But she also thought he would love her for the rest of their lives. That didn't do as she planned. Will she get another chance at love or will she die single? Find out in "True Love?" This was my first story ever and is not realistic at all. I mean is any fan-fiction? I'm warning you though. It is my first one so I can't say if it's good or bad. Doesn't have a really good beginning or ending.

| • | • | What's life without drama | • | • | How could you know love without experiencing heartache. | • | Your pride can be your biggest downfall | • | Everything isn't always picture-perfect, In fact most things comes with a hefty Sacrifice. In the wise words of my great-Grandmother • "Live for yourself son, and not for others". • I must say it took me a while to break that phrase down. Having to learn the true meaning of what L O V E really is (isn't always so lovely) , H A T E , hmm (Hate is a strong word), ever heard that phrase before? I believe we've all have. Understanding the meaning of a true lover, a bestfriend, a counselor. Growth, bounding, a journey. I welcome you into my life, brace yourself this ride won't be smooth ! But it was damn sure worth it. *Stands tall, adjust mic. Clears throat. "Hello everyone, I'm Jordan X Johnson and this is my Truth" * Real life events, My Truth *

He broke my heart. After months of dating and everything seemed perfect. He told me he didn't think it would work. He didn't tell me why. I guess that's why I was so mad. Anyways, the story starts right after he broke up with me. I was at a friend of mine's house, crying and eating all of his ice cream. He came up with a plan to get back at him. I agreed not knowing how bad it would get. I wanted to show him what it's like, but just breaking his heart is no fun. No, we had a plan that involves breaking someone's heart that was close to him and use him to do it. I got to sit back and watch him break, like I did, but I might have gone too far... The story starts like this...