Sweetly Stitched Novels & Stories

The words hit Jun like physical blows. Jun looked at his own hands. Smooth. Manicured. Unstained. He thought of Min’s hands, scrubbed raw but forever marked. I need you safe. "Done," Felix announced, his voice thick with emotion. He snipped the thread and taped a sterile pad over the stitches. "It’s not my best embroidery work, but it’ll hold. No heavy lifting Beak, and I mean it! No fighting either." Baek rolled his shoulder carefully. "Thank you."

The sewing machine whirred softly in the corner of the boutique. Maya stood by the fitting table, carefully trimming the edge of a sleeve she had just finished stitching. Fabric rolls lined the shelves, threads of every color hung neatly in place, and the warm scent of fresh coffee filled the air from the cup sitting nearby.

Melody moved a chair and sat next to Sophia, commenting on each player from time to time. They agreed with the judges, and even a veteran like Sophia was impressed. "Those two girls are good. Their stitches are delicate and steady." Following the direction Sophia was pointing at, Melody saw that it was Janice and Queta. Melody noticed that Queta had a proud smile on her face, while Janice looked much calmer. They stood out until the end of the game, but never once did Janice appear smug. Sophia's comments were very objective. "In terms of evenness, fineness, and density of the stitches, Janice and Queta did the best. What impressed me more is that Janice used the picking technique when embro

“Do you want him to live?” Camela took too long to respond. The Bride lowered her voice. “Because if you do…the stitches must be in place before the next moonrise.” “Stitches?” Camela's voice trembled. The Bride pointed at the mannequin. “The dress is stitched with threads pulled from promises, and you, my dear, have made quite a few of those.” Camela felt a tightness in her chest again, as the intense heat from the seal within her pulsed hard, almost painfully.

“Cherish it.” His strokes stayed slow and deliberate. Her juices coated his fingers as he teased her steadily.

Dahlia's Point of View Even the air felt fresher after I freed myself from that cage of lies and betrayal. I didn't feel tired at all despite my four-hour flight. Instead, I was filled with a sense of ease and relief, reminiscent of a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. I was speaking to Mina Vulpona, my new colleague, when my phone vibrated. It was Sylvia. She had sent me a photo of her wearing the winner's crown for the Bridal Queen Tournament. She was standing next to the dress I had created, and Felix and Leon were standing on either side of her.