flowie
Stories
18
Chapters
277
Words
488.5 K
Comments
18
Reading
1 d, 16 h
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Darkness had settled heavily over the room, and silence filled the space. Freed to speak under the condition that I neither shouted nor called for anyone, I asked, "……So, you're saying that you want to sleep in my bed?" The crown prince, who had pulled up a chair beside the bed, nodded. "Yes." "May I ask why?" "That is……." A slight crease formed between the prince's elegant brows. Reynard Baltic…-
54.3 K • Hiatus
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A cold liquid was poured over my head, soaking my hair from the crown. Again? I wasn’t even surprised as I looked up at the second floor of the banquet hall. “Oh dear, my apologies. I had no idea Lady Lindsay was standing there.” A woman leaning against the railing swirled an empty champagne glass in her hand, a mocking smile on her lips. “Oh my, what a shame.” “She looks like a rat caught in the rain. How…
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54.3 K • Hiatus
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Sophie watched as Charlotte strode away, her posture unwavering, her back straight as an arrow. The moment she disappeared around the corner, Sophie let out a quiet sigh, her shoulders slumping. From the break of dawn, Rosa Castle had been abuzz with the arrival of all manner of extravagant goods, and with them came a flurry of whispers among the servants. The murmurs left Sophie unsettled, uncertain of how to react. "Well, of course. As if Her Highness…-
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“Don’t be confusing.” Charlotte mulled over the words Leo had thrown at her before leaving. It wasn’t difficult for her to recognize the innate kindness hidden within his cynical tone. “...You fool.” After everything she had put him through, had he really been shaken just because she looked a little disheveled? Charlotte could only stand there, dumbfounded, as she noticed a fragile sprout that she had thought was filled with…
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"I was actually planning to visit, but I was debating when to go. It’s been a while since I last visited, and I felt awkward just showing up unannounced." At the thought of her grandfather, Jiwoo felt a heaviness settle in her chest. She used to visit often, raiding his stash of snacks whenever she had the chance. It was thanks to him that she first learned how to play go. Her grandfather, lacking an opponent, would switch sides and play against…-
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Is he still in America? At that moment, the grandfather, who had longed to see Taemu as much as she had, suddenly came to mind. Thinking about it, she realized she had completely forgotten about him. She hadn’t visited him often, and he must have been feeling quite lonely. She also wondered whether he was still in good health. While staying in Haeju, she had promised herself that she would visit him often. She set her suitcase…
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Her father’s smile never left his face. Occasionally, when he came home drunk, he would lament how, due to their family’s financial struggles, he had been unable to send her to a university in Seoul, a regret that had always weighed on his heart. Each time, her heart would grow heavy, and she would feel a mixture of sympathy and helplessness for him. So, as a kind of habit, he would always say that he wanted to send Jiwoo to a university in Seoul. When the news…
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His grandfather was a man of rigid principles, too proud to ask for help even when needed. The thought of him accepting instruction, especially from Ji-woo, was almost unfathomable. Yet, there she was, casually mentioning how she had taught him to use his new phone, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It was baffling. “Didn’t you take your driver’s car today?” Ji-woo asked suddenly. “Hm? Why?” “The…
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No matter how hungry they were, the amount of food on the table seemed excessive for just two people. Yet Tae-mu, as if truly ravenous, was eating with an ease Ji-woo had never seen before, mouthful after mouthful, unbothered by appearances. She found herself sneaking glances at him, curious. The food, at least, was surprisingly good. “This place is nice. Let’s come again next time.” The words were casual, spoken in passing, yet they…
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The new haircut was undeniably one that screamed middle school. The adults in the village often said she still looked like an elementary school student, but ever since her short bob, they started calling her a middle schooler instead. While it was a relief to shed the “elementary school” image, being called a middle schooler didn't sit well with her either. The high school next to her middle school allowed for long hair, and most girls sported curls or perms,…
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