Romancing Minthara 소설 & 이야기

It's poem had read: Eyes as green as the meadow Heart as vast as the ocean Hard to learn, but once gotten Remains a loyal friend forever. This morning's had been a loose gown made with Burano lace and a simple but elegant gold necklace. It's poem had been about how she should be draped with the world's finest because she was the finest woman he had ever met. When she brought up the gifts in their conversations, his answers was always either, "friends give each other gifts" or "you are my woman and my father taught me to take care the woman I call mine." And he always threw in a wink after he said that.

Chapter 1 **************** What will you do if you encounter an unmatched girl will you call her monster because of her eyes? ******************* 3years ago I'm just a normal girl but it suddenly changes my life when I found out that, I was adopted but too bad before my real parents can get me. I got kidnap for some reason, And there I met sunhoo he's a bodyguard he always checking on me and taking care of me so I don't feel scared when I'm with him because I know that he will protect me.

“Like the feeling gotten from standing under rain after a drought.” Mira finally met my eyes in the mirror, holding them for a few seconds. “You were definitely born for this, Akira Nightfall. Do not give doubt the chance to steal what is yours.” Before I could respond to her, the door suddenly burst open. “Well,” Maelis Raventhorn started brightly, her entrance irritating as she swept into the room in a cloud of white silk and confidence, “if this isn’t in any way taking forever.” “Manners,” Mira snapped at her.

Two versions of the same woman—one in silk and armor, one in a threadbare coat and mud—stared into each other’s eyes. "You are so... small," the Armored Meilin whispered, her amber eyes scanning Meilin’s DNA. "You are a ghost of a dead world. Why does he choose the shadow over the sun?" "Because," Meilin gasped, her hands clawing at the gold armor, "he... doesn't... want... the sun. He wants... the Rain." The Romantic Agony: The Final Negotiation

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.

He turned slowly, his arm draping over a slender waist. “Rina…” he whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with sleep. His hand tightened around the warmth he thought belonged to his lost mate. “You’re here…” He leaned closer, breathing in. But the scent that met him wasn’t lavender and lily — it was roses. Sweet and strange. He frowned slightly, half-dreaming still. “When did you start using rose, my love?” he murmured softly, pressing his lips against her neck. The soft kiss stirred Mina from her deep sleep. Her lashes fluttered, and when her senses caught up with her body, her eyes flew open. The room, the warmth, the closeness — it all crashed over her like lightning.

“A haunted winter garden.” “Exactly. Peak gothic romance.” His mouth twitched. “You have an interesting definition of romance.” > “Says the man whose idea of flirting is emotional repression.” That earned her a laugh — quiet, genuine, the kind he tried to hide behind a sigh. And for the first time since they’d become bound by heartbeat, the air between them didn’t hum with tension. It just… was. --- But something about the roses wouldn’t leave Mira alone. They pulsed faintly with light — soft blue, the same hue that had marked the curse.

her sweet voice echoed in the room as I shut the door behind me, my eyes spellbound by the enchanting sight before me. "Mini," I said, a wide, delighted smile spreading across my lips as I took in the scene around me. The entire floor was covered in a soft glow from countless candles, casting a romantic, flickering light that danced over everything. My sweet Mini stood in the middle of this intimate setting, looking like a vision of innocent seduction. In the warm candlelight, her high-waisted palazzo pants with their wide legs flowed gracefully, The long-sleeve kimono she wore draped elegantly over her and her cute tube top, snugly fitting and perfectly styled, completed the ensemble, makin

“But wouldn’t that cause another issue with Mitchell’s group? I’m scared for the poor girl’s life. She shouldn’t be called lucky.” “Right.” A bitter smile formed on my lips. “That’ll be the end of that poor girl’s life.” “The teacher shouldn’t have assigned a muse to avoid it.” “That’s impossible. Because every year, every class in fourth year will present their escort and muse to fight for the crown. To fight for the title: Mr. and Ms. Manggahan.” She looked intrigued. “Really? Then, will Ibarra accept it?” I softly chuckled. “With force, yes.”