Ariana
Stories
17
Chapters
283
Words
473.3 K
Comments
45
Reading
1 d, 15 h
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My daughter, Seo Ha-yoon. Keep doing just as you are now. Whenever she saw a satisfying painting, a gentle voice and soft touch would approach her. Seo Ha-yoon, if you act uselessly one more time, I’ll throw you away. Remember that. On days when nothing could be drawn despite repeated efforts to sever ties, harsh words would strike her like a noose around her neck, cutting off her nerves. With vacant eyes and a half-dazed expression, Ha-yoon would…-
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My dad ruined that person. No, was it really my dad who ruined them? Wasn’t it me, who ignored reality and knew nothing? No matter what I did, I couldn’t bring a dead person back to life. I couldn’t undo the ruined life of that person. Even if I had foolishly stayed home and only painted, I could at least understand that much. It felt as if my blood had stopped flowing, and my heart was clogged. My throat tightened, and my vision turned hazy, as if shrouded in…
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Even with his disapproving expression right in front of her, she couldn’t help but feel relieved that her father hadn’t appeared. If her father didn’t show up in the future, would that mean she could stay by his side? Would that mean she wouldn’t have to hear her father shouting at her to draw anymore? If that were the case, she thought she might be able to remain by his side forever. Such a foolish thought. Thud. A dull noise seized…
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Click. Click. Click. Click. The sound of her footsteps on the marble floor was monotonous yet precarious. Even a slight misstep while breathing could cause her to stumble, so Jin Bo-young bit her nails nervously. What should I do? Just looking at a calendar now made her feel nauseated. "Pull yourself together, Jin Bo-young." This wasn’t the time to be dawdling. What should I start with?…
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Parasite. Even before her memory began, Margarita grew up being called that. Behind their fans that hid their lips, noble ladies exchanged glances and whispered those words among themselves. When she wondered what it meant and asked those around her, they would only offer vague smiles and never explain. It wasn’t until she learned to read that she managed to find its meaning in the Castor language dictionary. A creature that attaches…-
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The man, oblivious due to his focus on studying, failed to grasp the atmosphere. Engrossed in his anger, he didn’t notice the change in Jang Pal-yong’s sharp gaze. Smack! The man, struck on the cheek, was flung to the ground and hit his head against the door. Stunned, he clutched his cheek, looking up at Jang Pal-yong, who crouched in front of him. Blood dripped down between his nose and split lips. A buzzing sound rang in his ears from the impact. “Damn…-
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It wasn’t just unpleasant—it was completely unbearable. Outside the mountain, ghosts were more visible. It was a little better when she was with her grandmother since they couldn’t come too close, but being alone was exhausting as she had so much to keep an eye on. Those times when she went to school alone were not fond memories for Heewoo. “Do you like the city that much?” “M-Me?” Heewoo had experienced so little that she didn’t know what…
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"Say you’re wrong. Say you’re not confident. Beg if there’s another way. Just say you’ll bring your father." "If that’s what you want...If that’s what you want." Not one word would let up. The unyielding retorts paired with an innocent expression choked the long years of bitterness in his throat. Stop it, Seo Ha-yoon. Don’t say another word. Eyes as dark as the night sky glared sharply, almost sewing Ha-yoon’s lips…
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Stepping barefoot on the heated sand, Ha-yoon stomped desperately, as if searching for an oasis. Her anxious gaze swept through the small room over and over again. Although she couldn't fix the torn linoleum floor, she could at least clear away the rustling dust. She couldn't do anything about the crooked window, but she could take care of the cobwebs. With those thoughts in mind, Ha-yoon began searching for something—not a towel or a dishcloth—that the people who…
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"1,394,300,000 won." Moo-geon leaned forward and whispered in a low voice. Ha-yoon, who had momentarily returned to consciousness after dozing in the car, turned pale again. "The interest rate is 5%, I suppose." Even at just 5% of 10 billion won, it amounted to 500 million won. Ha-yoon inhaled sharply. "You could go find your father even now." Moo-geon straightened his upper body and gestured toward the door with his chin.…
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