Ariana
Stories
17
Chapters
300
Words
500.0 K
Comments
45
Reading
1 d, 17 h
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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 Old-fashioned and outdated, both then and now.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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“130…and 9 billion?” She stammered, as if unable to believe it. It was an amount so large that she couldn’t even grasp its magnitude. “It’s 13.94 billion won. That’s the principal amount, without interest,” Kang-heon corrected the figure precisely, glancing at Moo-geon, who was always sensitive to numbers. “The debtor, Seo Myung-sik, has disappeared. So, who should we get the money from?” The voice…
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“Are you here to take it?” Could it be that he came for the painting? Did my father send him? It felt like someone was stabbing my heart with a sharp pencil. A sense of dread clouded my vision, making everything blurry. My hand finally lost its grip on the pencil. Ha-yoon turned her head, much like a plant that had failed to take root. The sudden intrusion of the man, his piercing gaze that seemed intent on tearing her…
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The man staring down from beneath the building was deathly still, in stark contrast to the dynamic motion of the car pushing against the winter wind. With one hand resting on his waist, his gaze shifted to the frozen Han River. Knock, knock. A sharp, orderly knock sounded. Beyond the window, a snowflake perched on a bare branch lost its grip and fluttered to the ground. Ji Kang-heon, who had knocked precisely twice, adjusted his attire…
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