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Stories 21
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“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…- 50.3 K • Ongoing
- 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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- “Nervous?” the man beside me asked casually. “No.” “Your voice trembles, Estelle.” His gentle tone prompted me to look up at him. A face, perfectly sculpted as if by an artist's hand, turned towards me. Deep blue eyes like a tranquil lake, and silver hair shimmering like a fairy's in the light. His captivating face, the kind that would make anyone stop in their tracks, was framed by a high-collared uniform, lending him an almost ascetic air. I never dreamed I'd marry such a beautiful…
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She tried to hide the tremor in her voice, masking her nervousness with a pretense of shyness as she subtly asked her sister, “Could we, perhaps, switch soups?” Flora tilted her head at her younger sister’s unexpected request. “Hmm? Switch our soups?” she echoed, her voice laced with puzzlement. Vivian’s eyes darted around, searching for a plausible excuse. A slightly embarrassing but workable explanation came to mind. “Well… your bowl seems to have fewer carrots,” she mumbled, her…- 72.7 K • Ongoing
“What?” “You’re good at shooting, fencing, you’re fluent in Sevrian…” “Is that all I’m good at?” It was an annoying question, but she couldn't deny that he excelled at everything. “No, you’re good at everything.” Lilian sighed deeply. “Come to think of it, only I know this, but you’re a great cook!” “That’s right. I’ve cooked for you so many times; it would have been a shame to leave that out.” “That peach pie you made was…- 17.5 K • Ongoing
Ellie answered hesitantly. “But… they said it was a temporary position. Is it alright for me to ask to be moved to the kitchen?” She’d worked as a housemaid at the Baron’s estate, never in a kitchen. She’d barely secured this temporary position with her limited experience. Wouldn't requesting a kitchen transfer render it all pointless? Diana found Ellie's reasonable objection frustrating. It wouldn't be strange for a temporary employee to be dismissed for being picky about their work. Even…- 29.7 K • Ongoing
The scattered vials on the floor made her dizzy. Had he truly consumed all of those? The mind-control potion, fine, but the truth serum? Why? Blanche’s fan snapped against her cheek, interrupting her thoughts. “Are you deaf?!” Slap! “I asked why the potion isn’t working!” Slap! “Didn't I tell you I’d send you to Matthias if you disobeyed?!” Slap! Her memory was impeccable, wasn’t it? Shariette pointed at her throat, a…- 46.9 K • Ongoing
- "Well, I suppose showering affection on trash is typical of a rat." ‘Rat number 5,381.’ Shariette counted in her head, calmly relaxing her body. Detaching her consciousness from her wooden doll-like body was simple. She could free herself from all sensation if she wished. ‘When the Verit solution boils and turns yellow, add stinging nettles…’ To pass the time, she flipped through the pages in her mind, searching for the recipe for the medicine she had to make…
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- “…What should I do?” Shariette circled the unconscious man like a restless bird. Option one: run. “This is my house. Where am I supposed to run to?” Rejected. Option two: destroy the evidence and pretend nothing happened. “As if this guy would ever fall for that.” Rejected. Option three: eliminate the victim and witness. “More likely I’d be the one eliminated!” Rejected! Unable to find a solution, she crouched down, groaning as she whispered…
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