《Pigs call it "Taboo".》a letter to my love.
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Dear, Pete! Hello! It is Vegas Theerapanyakul, I want to say how much I am thankful for you. You are my best friend in the entire world, and also my lover. We've know each other since we were children, and since then I've always found myself smiling. I don't know why, but you've possessed me with that power. I love you, and I always will. I know sometimes I can get really scary, I don't know why. But, I want you to know, I'll never ever mean to hurt you. You are my everything Pete, and everything you are.
I solemnly watched the yellow that painted the sky above me. The auriferous architecture that blinded the darkness that swallowed the nights moon to the dust. The dusty smell of clover that rang like bells throughout this empty, spacious play. This play perched me in the middle like the sun and celestial anatomy of earth. I feel like 'god'. Lied on his red carpet of reign. "Oh, I reigned". I reigned. I reign. Gilded sky, I watched, glided sky watch. Who is king? This gold I watch? Or this gold that watch me? Or this cigar flamed in the mosque of my tongue? With its siren eyes of twist and hums of smoke in this fisherman's air. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. It's smogs of rottenness and life. I envisioned that "life" it was candy. Sweet like stick candy. Warm like a bath. Soft like sun's kiss. Special
like a mothers labia.
But, nothing, whoever, whatever could be "life" like Pete. I couldn't envision rottenness, for I was the vision. And, for Pete Phongsakorn he could envision it all, for he was everything, and everything he was all. He was the gold that splattered this play effortlessly, like a tilted painter with a brush. He was the sun and all the celestial anatomies in one, dancing in the orgasms of space and energy. He was god. He was this red carpet of reign and baptism. He was this cigar that milked thy dry mouth, like a mother's breast. He was the rottenness and life. For he was Candy, tall and short, every stick. Sweet. He was the bath that was always warm, and always stayed. He was the sun's first and last lips. He was the mother of all labias and uteruses. For he was Pete Phongsakorn. Pete Phongsakorn was everything.
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Everything was Pete Phongsakorn.
Sincerely, Vegas Theerapanyakul.
A letter to my love.
"I love you Vegas."
"I love you Pete."
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My Destined Alpha Mate
I was walking down the hallway when all of the Sudden I feel a hand grab me and pull me into a janitors closet . I let out a scream , not knowing who had pulled my arm . I look up to be met with the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen . I hadn't noticed before ... there were sparks shooting up my arm and his scent was making me weak at the knees . "Mate" "What's your name beautiful "- Souline ... Souline Mikealson - "Beautiful " He just started at me for who knows how long , not that I could look away ... his god like features stopped me from looking away . He leaned down to my neck and I could feel he's breath on my neck causing me to shiver , I turned my head to give him more access. He kissed my neck causing me to let out a quiet moan . He looked at me in the eyes and then walked out . ........................................
8 565Contract Marriage || J. Jk [Completed]✔ [Editing]
HR #40 in bts fanficHR #313 in fanfic(If you are thinking that this is just another cliché story with a helpless female and a 'come to me' male lead then yes you are right or maybe you are not!)〖 Warning: This book is not edited. I wrote back then in 2017 when I was new to wp. No hate comments. 〗❝One day someone will walk into your life and make you see why it never worked out with anyone else.❞__ _ __ _ __Her life changes when she is married to the hottest guy of the century, their marriage is nothing but a written contract. They decide to fulfil their wills in the name of 'contract marriage' but then fate has something else to say... and when fate interferes... everything connects or even worse.. breaks...Story of a written contract and unwritten love... Story of a glass girl with no class and a badass playboy..〖 Point 5: 'Husband and wife to the world but nothing to each other under the roof' 〗_________________❝You don't choose LOVE... LOVE chooses you...!!!❞You will love this if you love philosophies, angst and quotes.100k on 25 May 2018🎉1M on 08 Nov 2019Drafted- 15 AUG 2017Published- 18 AUG 2017Ended- 26 April 2018Highest Ranking so far:13 DEC 2017Ranked #313 in Fanfiction.Ranked #40 in btsfanfic
8 330Beautifully Broken
"I'm fine," I state rather bluntly."You don't look fine.""Then stop looking."He chuckles, and damn does he. His voice is dessert for the ears, his face is candy for the eyes. If I wasn't so pissed off I might've swooned over him. "How can I? When an angel is so close to me," He smirks.I fully turn myself towards him this time."Were you there? That night?" I have to know before I think about him in the light any longer. "No." He doesn't even hesitate, "But my father was,""If I may ask, what in the hell prompted him to take my brother from a car accident?"He plasters on a tight-lipped grin, a small tick in his chin. "That's the thing, Hermosa, that night was everything but an accident."(Beautiful) ---This is a small intercept from Beautifully Broken. If you decided to read it I hope you enjoy!
8 450Love Storm (Zarry)
Harry Edward Styles, a boy who a little bit childish just got dumped by his ex-boyfriend. What happened when Zayn Javadd Malik, a single-handsome boy decided to take Harry to the summer party?
8 106Catch me if you can
Camila's a beat cop when she meets Lauren Jauregui - daughter of infamous gang boss Mike Jauregui. When a chance encounter sparks years of petty arguing and arrest attempts, Camila learns the world isn't as black and white as she once thought.Highest ranking #2 camren (24/07/20) #29 fifthharmony (10/11/20)
8 112Olive the Other Werewolves
"Shift." His voice hit me like a serrated blade as he stepped out of the crude semicircle of hardened wolves that had formed around me. I pushed myself off of the cold floor for what felt like the thousandth time that day, wiping the small trail of blood coming off of my lip and down my chin. "I won't ask you again." My limbs felt like lead, these wolves had been at me for hours trying to get me to shift into my wolf, unbeknown to them was that their efforts would forever be futile considering the fact my wolf wouldn't make an appearance for me even when I begged. I seriously doubted she would suddenly pop up as a result of their abusive tactics. Instead of explaining my circumstances, driven by a bizarre combination of adrenaline and fatigue, I leaned back on my heels and sent the largest loogie I'd ever conjured flying over and landing squarely between the eyes of the man before me. oOoOoOoOoOo As a late bloomer who was incapable of shifting yet, let alone making any contact with her wolf, Olive Ludovic's life was not off to the best start. Growing up, constantly being tormented and taunted by those around her forced Olive to grow a tough skin and work even harder, despite the fact she was without her wolf. When her home is taken over by a dark pack, life seems to only get worse for Olive as it is quickly discovered that her mate is none other than Matteo, the Alpha of the very pack that was terrorizing her people. It seems to her, that life is just a little bit easier for Olive the Other Werewolves.oOoOoOohello! just fyi there will be mature language and content as the book progresses so i'm letting ya know now ;)HIGHEST WEREWOLF RANKING = 2, LOVE RANKING = 3 (out of 1.8 million books XD), MAGIC RANKING = 1, ROMANCE RANKING = 1 (out of 1.5 million books XD), VAMPIRE RANKING =1!
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