Ariana
Stories
11
Chapters
122
Words
206.3 K
Comments
23
Reading
17 h, 11 m
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"Come to think of it, it's already..." Has it been 15 years? The past, which became clearer whenever she came to the hospital, occasionally sent her back to her childhood. As if shaking off the lingering images, Ha-yoon shook her head vigorously. Her mind recognized reality, but her consciousness remained hazy. At any moment, she felt as though her father would burst through that door, shouting. She pulled her knees close and curled her body…-
59.5 K • Ongoing
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“If you’ve come to your senses, you might want to listen to the report first.” The chief secretary handed over a water bottle and got straight to the point. “Go ahead.” That report or whatever it was. Song Woo-jin leaned back on the sofa, resting his arm arrogantly on the backrest, and closed his eyes. His still-menacing manhood made its presence known. Despite the rather indecent sight, the chief secretary…
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“Sir.” Kang-heon, who had finished Ha-yoon’s hospital admission process, approached Moo-geon. “Regarding the Wonju accident.” “Report.” Moo-geon, who had been glancing at Ha-yoon, slowly turned. Leaning halfway against the hospital room door, he jerked his chin toward Kang-heon. “It seems a prosecutor is involved now.” This could get complicated. Kang-heon’s expression was…
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“Stay still.” The body pressing against hers was filled with heat. Huff, huff. The breath exhaled onto her nape was scorching enough to burn her skin. “Seo Ha-yoon.” As if determined to confirm it with his own body, Moo-geon was resolute. “Yes.” “Stick out your tongue.” What is this about? Though she rolled her eyes, she obediently complied. Acting as though it were natural, as if she’d…
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“A person who’s been painting all their life is this slow just to wave their brush a few times?” What kind of grand painting do you think you’re going to create that you’re dragging your feet like this? Song Ho-yeol looked Bo-young up and down. “Paintings don’t get completed just because you make up your mind to finish them, dear.” “Just paint what you’ve decided to. In any case, a painting will sell as long as it has the name Jin Bo-young on…
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I don't hear it. I can’t hear it. I don’t see it. I can’t see it. ‘Where are you going?’ ‘Could it be that she’s been Missynapped?’ ‘I knew that guy wasn’t ordinary. What if she’s really been taken?’ The noisy voices kept following Lee Heewoo. When Lee Heewoo flung open the door and stepped out, she froze momentarily, glancing around in all directions. She had naturally assumed it would be home, but this situation was beyond her imagination, leaving her…-
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The bride set to marry the marquis was just twenty years old. It was already known that her family was of humble status and poor. However, the domain of Lord Querluxia was even more decrepit than Ezekiel had expected. Aside from the small moat beyond the castle walls, the building barely deserved to be called a castle. The method of construction—using large and small stones tightly wedged together—was a story over a hundred years old. Over time, gaps…-
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“Speak.” Without separating his lips, Moo-geon muttered, his tongue grazing hers. “Cha Moo-geon.” The moment his name was properly completed, his tongue delved fiercely, as if to tear her lips apart. His hands, gripping her shoulders, moved swiftly along her neck and waist, stimulating her sides as though awakening sensation in her frozen body. As his hand, which had covered her lower abdomen, slithered up to her chest, Moo-geon bit…
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“Jin Bo-young is after Seo Ha-yoon.” At that monotonous utterance, the air inside the car grew icily cold. The final fragment of a cutter blade broke off, and a tiny piece of the last cigarette ash lightly fell. If I think about what Song Woo-jin did to mess with me, there’s no way I’ll let Jin Bo-young get what he’s so desperately searching for. Especially if that target is Seo Ha-yoon, who has been within my grasp... Moo-geon’s…
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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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