《Promisory Note (namjoonxreader)》Y/N
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I woke up in my room
I remember our talk about Joon
They were really a big help
Now I remember some details
But how does it connect?
Promisory note and marriage?
It doesn't make sense to me
What promise did he make that includes marriage?
Is he getting married? That's why he couldn't tell me?
If he's getting married, why do I get this feeling?
The feeling of pain
Why do I feel pain when it includes him?
Is he really that special to me?
That even him getting married pains me too much
My only question is
To whom is he getting married to?
I got out of my bed
And opened my window
It's night time
Then I saw his bedroom window open
I don't know what I'm thinking
But I crept downstairs, a flashlight in hand
If he won't open his doors
I'll just go through the open window then
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8 209Legacy
After a gruesome accident, John can't live a normal life anymore. While he's in a coma, he is offered an interesting proposal. If he can't live a normal life in the real world, maybe he could try living a good one in the virtual world. It sounds like an easy solution but things may not go as planned. Chapter 1 and 2 can be considered prologues but I advise you to read them to get a better understanding of both the characters and the world. The story picks up after chapter 4 so if you wish to read a story with a """"slightly"""" dark main character, please be patient. Warning! Some chapters may include : strong coarse language, violence, scenes that are suggestive of or depicting sexual intercourse, rape and ritualistic murders.
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8 183Ninth
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8 107Vastmire and the Planet Longan
Seasons have passed, and the countries around the Tamarind Sea have enjoyed the longest stretch of peace they've ever experienced. If you ask anyone, they'll say this was due to the work of Prince Mint, but they won't know the details. Instead, they'll spread tired rumors, peddling lies as if they were truths, immortalizing Mint as something he's not, someone he knows he never was. The knowledge eats away at him. Unable to take it anymore, he's begun writing a journal with the full intent to discuss everything that happened to him all those seasons ago, dispelling his old feelings of being an imposter in his own body. But will people still think he was a hero after reading it? Or will it be dismissed as the work of a liar, a senile old man lost in his own past?
8 175The Hunt
Cecily's blade swung, hitting its mark as always. The man's arm fell to the cold grass of the prison with a familiar thud. He let out a blood curdling scream. A warning to the rest. Stay away, the Hunter is here. That's the name they'd given her, the Hunter. After she cut off the man who tried to rape hers masculinity, they stayed away. She'd made it clear anyone who tried to touch her would be hunted and slaughtered. Cecily kneeled down, pushing the man's face into the dirt so she could use his back as a seat while she trifled through his belongings. "You're hurting my ears," she told him, no remorse in her voice. "Quiet down before I really do kill you."The man but his lip, well aware that she wasn't lying. Sobs shook him, making for an uncomfortable seat. She, however, didn't particularly feel the beed to kill him. It happened, not often, but it did. "Oh, hush up," she hissed, taking out a bag of rations with her metal hand, "it doesn't hurt that bad."With her good, human hand, she dropped the plastic bag of food into her own bag. She pushed up, off the man back. As she was about to walk away, bag slung over her shoulder, brushing against her autumn colored braid, she turned back to him. "Consider yourself lucky," she said, no hatred in her voice, there never was. "Consider yourself lucky that you didn't do anything stupid. And even luckier if one of the scum bagged criminals in here feel a little light in their hearts and help you. Consider yourself luckier if you die there."With that, her old black and white Nike sneakers carried her off into the brush of the huge prison.
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