Ariana
Stories
26
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484
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789.9 K
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Reading
2 d, 17 h
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The painting left with the family was the only trace of her mother. Hadn’t she said she received it as a gift from someone kind? Whenever her mother looked at the painting, she would smile like a blooming flower. Seorin had nurtured her dream while looking at that piece. She thought that if she could become a painter who painted like that, maybe she could meet her mother who vanished like a mirage. “Anyway, painters are amazing. Talent is one thing, but you have to work twice…-
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The wail of sirens rang out in front of the newly built, dazzling apartment complex from Munju. Because of her father, who insisted that a businessman should live in a good house even if just for show, she had no choice but to live in a rental apartment. Seorin, who had run up the hill as soon as she got off the bus, looked around. The residents of the prestigious apartment complex, who sought grace and dignity even in throwing away a single piece of trash, had gathered in…
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Darkness fell over the mansion resembling a European castle. It was too spacious and classical, even for one person to live in, let alone for a young man's taste. The yellow light from the wall lamp gave volume to the face of the figure on the sofa. Even in the persistent twilight, Sa Taejeong’s eyes were sharp. “The restoration work you instructed has been completed.” The chief secretary, who had brought the wall-mounted frame, bowed his back. Even though the…
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The sweeping of the broom, usually deft, was particularly busy today. Unlike Artist Song at the atelier, Teacher Song at the art academy even dressed plainly. Letting out a yawn, Seorin glanced at the wall clock while cleaning the empty classroom. If she rushed straight to her studio right after clocking out like clockwork, it would be around 9 p.m. If she worked on her commissioned piece until the first train started running the next morning, she would be able to complete at least one more…
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A chilly baritone gripped her slender ankles. A wide back hidden under a coat blocked the piece hung in front of her studio like a seal. The man, who had been intently scanning the piece Seorin had spent days painting, turned around. Faint light from beyond the glass wall flowed along the contours of his face. “Looks like you had a card up your sleeve here.” The cold season beyond the front door had reached all the way to the entrance of her studio. A cigarette…
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Even the faded grass was covered in achromatic tones. Unlike the dry scene outside the window, the hand mixing paints tinted the colors with a rosy hue like plump lips. Though Song Seorin usually went without makeup, it was different on days she came to Shim Jisoo’s atelier. The faint makeup that barely added vitality gave her innocent face a more elegant air. The smooth blouse, which didn’t look cheap, was the same. “Hm—Seorin, could you take a look here for a…
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Faced with the stranger’s familiarity, Song Seorin couldn’t lower her guard. Quietly, she rubbed at the paint that hadn’t fully washed off under her fingernails. In her insignificant life, her only redeeming quality was her artistic talent. Her right hand, which moved nimbly enough to help her make a living or stand before a canvas, was her most valuable asset. The only thing Sa Taejeong sought in exchange for five hundred million won was her right hand. Suddenly, her wrist,…
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Unlike the frost-bitten city, the luxurious hotel glowed warmly with yellow light. Surrounded by men in suits, Seorin stepped into the suite room, her gaze fixed on the floor the entire time. Her sneakers, soaked with melted snow mixed with dirt, did not belong in a five-star hotel lined with fine fabric. If the Strategic Planning Director of Changgon Construction saw her in this pathetic state, he would surely want to clear her debt out of pity. From the bright end of the hallway…
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The goldfish rolled over the shattered fishbowl. The 18,000-won easel she bought after much deliberation met the same fate. At least her father wasn’t rolling on the floor—should she consider that fortunate? Her empty gaze swept across the uninvited guests trampling through the living room and landed on Song Mansik, crumpled in a corner. “Oh, ooh, my Seorin is here!” Kneeling down and pretending to act familiar, Mansik looked a complete mess. His cheeks, still…
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Damn it. I struggled to maintain a composed expression and waited for what would be said next. "Fortunately, thanks to discovering the fire early, it didn't spread to the surrounding areas. However, in the process, the existence of a hidden basement was revealed." Lloyd took something out from inside his coat—a chip, partially burned by the fire. "Judging from the items that were left unburned, it seems to have been a large-scale gambling den. This chip…-
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