Touch Your Heart Manhwa Novels & Stories

He gritted his teeth and glared at Ryan: "Don't meddle in other people's business! I'm just teaching my lover again!" "Lover?" Ryan raised his eyebrows and smirked, "So why did I just hear Harris say that you're just his ex-boyfriend?"

“Vivian Letitia, after this you will no longer be my girlfriend. But you will forever be the one I love the most, I'm going to be late. You should go back first…” Vivian Letitia knew he was making excuses for her to leave, but she was also heartbroken to see him. She wiped the tears from her face with her hand, then took a deep breath. She must be brave, not weak. After a brief farewell to Lionel Alan, Vivian Letitia also left. Although the two of them are not together now, they will always remember each other. And so did Lionel Alan, he watched Vivian Letitia leave, his heart ached. But this pain alone is okay, I don't want the person I love to be sad. Vivian Letitia, my life is also love o

He turned his back on Lang Tinh as he was not interested in her, but in fact because of the momentary confusion at the beauty of the girl in front of him, for the first time, he felt his chest was heavy, his heart beat as if he wanted to kill his body. Lang Tinh propped her hands on the ground and stood up straight, her feet numb from being tortured by high heels. He turned his head, he was captivated by the girl in front of him. Slender, three-round figure is not "hot" but each round goes round and round, especially what attracts his eyes the most is the round chest behind the pure white dress, he keeps staring at the point. There, the deep cut from the neckline revealed a small gap in the

His arm came around her shoulders again, not as a question, but as a quiet answer. “I used to wonder if I’d ever be able to touch someone again,” Adrian said, voice barely more than a whisper. "You can," she said, turning to him. "You are." They pressed foreheads, breath for breath. She felt the strength in him, the vulnerability in him, the pain of all those years he'd spent wasting, hiding, alone. But she saw the strength—slow discovery of something deep and true. It was no fairy tale. It was harder, more subdued. Constructed out of wounds and gentle words, not magic. And somehow it was more beautiful.

Banished to a desolate region, he perished by the roadside. As for Marcus, once a proud scholar, he reverted to his former state of idiocy, wandering the streets as a target of mockery and humiliation from all who saw him. But this time, there was no kind-hearted astral to grant him the Heart of Astral Clarity. In the end, I completed my tribulation, severed all ties of mortal love, and was bestowed the title of "The Heartless Astral."

A mixture of gratitude and embarrassment settled within her as he gently wiped away her tears, creating a unique connection between two souls traversing through the unexpected twists of fate. The hazel eyes that had witnessed much silently communicated a profound understanding, leaving Hiya to contemplate the depth of compassion that had unexpectedly entered her life. She lowered her gaze, and he continued, "I am sorry... I know I shouldn't have done this, but you were crying nonstop for a long time, and I couldn't resist.” --------------------

Lia looked at me and I nodded "I want to move on." "Move on isn't easy Hailey." Lia said and I know that "I know but somehow we all have our limits and I'm starting to get tired." "I know I know you're not Oh Hani in playfull kiss that kept liking Baek Seung Jo for 4 years." Lia chuckled "It's drama, Kdrama is only exist in fairytale world." I chuckled along with her "Yeah, oh right! I forgot to tell you." "What is it?"

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Of the days when we were just Clara and Taehyung, two young wolves chasing dreams under the stars, before fate twisted us into enemies bound by a mate’s mark? The thought vanished when he stirred slightly, his hand moving unconsciously, fingers brushing my arm as if by instinct. The touch was feather-light, almost tender, and it sent a jolt through me—a cruel spark of confusion that ignited something deep in my core. For a heartbeat, I imagined what it would feel like if that hand ever reached for me with tenderness instead of wrath. If his fingers traced my skin not to bruise, but to soothe. If his eyes, when they opened, held warmth instead of storms. My breath caught, my body betraying me

************** I went to bed immediately after I took a shower. I picked up my pbone and scrolled through F******k. Only artists came out because they are the only ones I love and followed. I was busy looking at the pictures when someone texted. From: 09********* "Hello! Are you still awake? How are you?" I frowned when I read the text. I didn’t reply because I didn’t know who's texting me. I opened my Spotify to listen some music. I chose "Butterfly" by BTS. The song is too good. I couldn't understand the lyrics but I was enjoying it. My mood lifted up but someone ruined it. I got a text again from an unknown number.