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"What are you doing?" His melodious voice came from above. Huh? Shariette cautiously peeked out. Their eyes met. Noxian, holding her securely with one arm supporting her back and the other beneath her knees, looked at her quizzically. …Wait, he wasn't about to throw her down for talking back?"You might accidentally drop me." She smoothly feigned innocence, as if the thought had never crossed her mind. Noxian scoffed at the claim, the woman in his arms weighing next to nothing."You're afraid of falling,…- 18.9 K • Ongoing
- "Fire! Fire in the distance!" A distant cry seemed to reach her ears. But what were the odds it was her house? Waking to find her home ablaze, Shariette was dumbfounded. A few more moments of sleep and she’d have been roasted along with her bed. ‘Wake up.’ She’d been having such a pleasant dream, too. The soothing voice that had gently nudged her awake dissipated like sugar in water, leaving no trace. She scrambled to the counter, grabbing the vine-covered box first. The…
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“Yes, we’ve been friends since childhood. We’re like siblings.” Finally, Lilian answered with the warmest smile she could muster. Silence again. Aizen Frederick, seemingly unfazed by the awkward atmosphere, simply gazed at Cairn with a beautiful, smiling face. “I…” Ironically, it was Lilian, the wallflower of the Empire, who had to lead the conversation between these two renowned socialites. “Miss Frederick, what brings you to Baltan Palace? Were you just passing…- 17.5 K • Ongoing
- “I’ve received your latest submission.” Lilian breathed a sigh of relief at the complimentary opening of the letter. However, it wasn’t all praise. “The portrayal of emotions stemming from actions was well-done, but the love for the other person didn’t quite come through.” The editor was right. Cairn wasn’t a lover, just a friend. Lilian desperately clung to that belief. A sudden, impulsive kiss wouldn’t convey romantic love. It was strangely revealing how much of her…
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Daniel remained silent. It was probably a coincidence, or maybe it reacted to a new sound. What was the big deal? But Ellie, already completely smitten, was impervious to reason. “Lord Petrov, come here.” Daniel scoffed. She was truly something else. But that ridiculous title actually moved the cat, both in heart and body. It hopped down from the windowsill and sauntered towards Ellie. “Wow, he likes the name!” Ellie knelt down. The cat rubbed its head against her shin. She stroked its…- 27.2 K • Ongoing
- Amanda stroked the cat's sleek tail. “What do you think of Judy?” “It’s a boy,” Ellie replied casually. Amanda’s eyes widened. “How do you know?” Instead of answering, Ellie tilted her chin towards the cat's tail. The maids all lowered their heads to peer beneath the cat's rear end. Two proudly placed, furry orbs. The oblivious cat lifted its tail high. Feeling a pang of sympathy, Ellie gently pressed the raised tail down. Returning to the original topic, the maids each suggested…
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The southern resort city of Dali was beautiful and vibrant. The dazzling blue sea and the lively people in their light clothing, the towering trees intertwined with brilliant tropical flowers, created an exotic atmosphere. I'd recently purchased a villa here, and as I unpacked, I enjoyed the sea breeze flowing through the open window. Nina came in to explain the day's plans. “Since it’s your first day, it’s best not to overdo it and just enjoy yourself.” “Really?” “Yes. I’ve scheduled…- 17.1 K • Ongoing
- “They’re magnificent.” Admiring the intricate craftsmanship, Reynold called for his attendant to take the cufflinks. “Truly impressive, Madame. Charge it to the Magnolia Trading Company.” As he rose to leave, the trading company’s mercenaries blocked his path. Reynold frowned, turning back to the Madame. “What is the meaning of this?” “I apologize, Young Master,” she said, her face etched with genuine distress. “The Magnolia Trading Company has instructed us to refuse any…
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- I invested the remaining money in alchemy, developing a potion that made flowers last longer and shimmer with an ethereal glow. Using this potion, I cultivated other popular blooms. I thanked my naive, carefree past self. That very innocence, that unassuming nature, had endeared me to the discerning noblewomen. I gifted them flowers, smiling with the same genuine warmth as I had before, never uttering a word about business. But their attention couldn't be diverted from the unusually long-lasting,…
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- In that novel, my fiancé, Lennard Verhagen, was one of the male leads. And I, Estelle, was his first companion. Despite being his first companion, Lennard never laid a hand on Estelle. Crippled by his mysophobia, he wouldn't touch a woman, and this didn't change after their marriage. Forced to endure this, he eventually lost control, and Estelle, trying to stop him, died from his power, her body never recovered. It was a catastrophe brought on by his mysophobia and arrogance. I didn't want to die like…
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