Ariana
Stories
17
Chapters
273
Words
457.5 K
Comments
45
Reading
1 d, 14 h
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Are they ghosts, huh? I can't find them, huh? Are they playing games with me? The mountain had no parking lot, so Cha Gyeol parked in the village and walked 20 minutes to the mountain entrance and then 30 minutes further up the trail. Finding the shaman's house so easily felt anticlimactic—no, it was infuriating. "Are they all out of their minds?" Cha Gyeol ground his teeth. It was to the point where he suspected they might be putting on a show to deceive him. With each…-
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“Haa…” A natural moan escaped her lips. His tongue smoothly grazed the inside of her mouth, swirling gently over the paths of blood vessels, pressing firmly against the area under her tongue, and softly tracing along the edges of the frenulum. It was as tender and meticulous as a hand brushing loose strands of hair behind one’s ear while sitting by the bedside of someone deeply asleep. She couldn’t ignore it. Her eyes stung, and…-
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She shut her eyes tightly. The sensation of something coming out in clumps was all too familiar. Why now, of all times? Biting her lower lip in frustration, Ha-yoon twisted it slightly. Her first day was usually heavy. Perhaps because she wasn’t feeling well, her stomach cramped, and she knew soon, blood would start dripping. If this continued, she would end up staining the floor. Clutching her lower abdomen, she rose to her feet and…
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Ha-yoon bent her knees and curled her body into a ball. As she did, a strange sensation came from the inside of her left elbow. She lifted her arm to check and saw a white bandage attached there. It was clear evidence that she had received an IV. Thanks to that, the chills, which had been so severe they made her teeth chatter, seemed to have subsided. Why would someone do this for me? Ha-yoon peeled off the bandage, her brown eyes clouding with confusion.…
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"Let's go." As soon as Moo-geon got into the car, he picked up his tablet. "Song Woo-jin, huh." Moo-geon twisted one corner of his lips at the clear intent behind the actions and their results. They say children grow up as they see. Isn't what Song Woo-jin does exactly like Songhwa? Old-fashioned and outdated, both then and now. Moo-geon clenched his fist tightly, then loosened…
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When Ha-yoon’s chest, which had been toyed with in his hands, was pressed against the cold floor, her body twisted violently. She felt the chill once more. Moo-geon pressed down with his weight. The veins on the back of his hand, which was undoing the buckle, stood out prominently. His sprung member didn’t even have time to cling to his navel. Moo-geon used his index finger to press down his member and slid it between the cleft of Ha-yoon’s…
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Drawing the same outline, over and over again. Even after drawing dozens of sketches, there were times when their value remained unproven. In those moments, I felt like biting my tongue. Was this truly the extent of my worth? Is this as far as I go? How much more do I need to prove? My chest felt tight, and I couldn't breathe. My fingers stiffened, and my body turned cold as ice. But the "proof of worth" this man spoke of felt different. My…
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「…In early winter, the weather has been unusually cold, with subzero temperatures persisting. Snow is expected overnight across the nation, including Seoul. Please be cautious of frostbite or hypothermia during outdoor activities, and for those with heart conditions, keeping warm is particularly important. That’s the weather report.」 Subzero temperatures. Damn subzero temperatures. Why was that the first thing to come to mind? "Turn it…
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"Mr. Seo, why on earth—" "Why? Madam, today’s the day we collect the principal. Did you forget?" Seo Myung-sik squatted down to make eye contact with the woman. "I think there’s been some kind of mistake. I paid two months’ interest in advance, and you definitely said—" "Madam." When Seo Myung-sik reached out his hand, a man dressed in black handed him a piece of paper. "Take a good look." Tap,…
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“Could this be a dream?” Maybe if I closed my eyes and opened them again, I’d find myself in my bed. Ha-yoon tightly shut her eyes, filled with desperate hope. The cold wind stung her chest so much that the tip of her nose turned red. The red scab on her forehead fluttered as if it might fly off, and she reflexively touched her forehead. It was just a small piece of paper, but the sensation beneath her palm was vivid beyond belief. It…
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