소심녀 Novels & Stories

"Who… who are you?" He leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. He looked at me for a long moment like he was trying to figure out how to say something important with his dark eyes searched my face, studying me. "My name is Dominic," he said slowly like he was testing the words. "Dominic Ross." Ross? It doesn’t ring a bell…. I shook my head slightly confused. "I don't know any Ross." He smiled a little a sad smile. "Of course you wouldn't but your mother was a Ross, she was my sister”

I huffed, “You’ll know immediately when you see her.” “I see…” He hummed, “Are there any witnesses?” “There are some kids who have seen her.” I replied, “They often call her a witch too.” “I see, good, getting a confession from kids is a good thing.” The priest replied. “Yes!!” I exclaimed, “After all, kids don’t lie!” “They indeed don’t.” He hummed, “Kids are pure creatures.” He took a long deep breath, “Do you have a name?” “Yes!” I answered, “It’s Leila.” I told him, “Leila Smyte.”

Then it comes to the youngest and also the smallest cast member in the studio. “Hello~…I am the cutie pie from~Fruit BOMB!!…im the youngest member and also the one incharge of being cute~ the loveliest fruit of all~..Cherry, Cherry~ Ko Chery~…”. (Ko Cherry) “.……Oh, Okay….I am Mies Sai…a rather normal man…nice to meet you..Miss Ko Cherry…”.

"Jane." . ................

But Allison just approached slowly, her eyes fixated on the picture as if it had a hold over her. “This is of the Silver Saintess, Ariadne,” she said quietly. “…The false prophet who walked amongst us one hundred years ago. She was a creature who declared themselves an embodiment of the Goddess, and yet saw to bend the world to her will. A world in the image of her insanity.” Her eyes then finally snapped back to my own, showing me the hatred burning within them. “She was an evil that has never been forgotten… A Devil of the Mist.”

San Diego. My granny remarked, "Meet their gorgeous son, grandchild. He is really handsome. You two fit well." I had to stop getting my food after noticing a pair of dark eyes. Simply put, it's impossible to look away from Zamiel. He is an exact replica of the goddess. Mrs. San Diego asked, making me swallow my spit more forcefully, "Goodness! You are Nicole Ashanti, right? Your gown is so lovely and gorgeous. May I know who is the designer behind it?" How was I going to tell her the truth without doing any research? This is a bit challenging.

Rachel I sighed happily, stretching my arms, although I am tired as heck with all the work, and babysitting but at the end of the day, I'm happy and satisfied with myself. Nowadays, two things make me forget that help me forget Jayce, one of Brandon and Jane's babies, and two of my late nights at this restaurant.

When the battle began, he entered the battle area, and he saw a little girl who had entered the area just like him. Joon Woo just smirked when he knew that his final rival would be a girl. He was sure that he could beat her easily. The girl is named Song Hyang. While Joon Woo looked at her with a mocked face, she just stared at him expressionless. The battle just somehow started and they fight each other. Joon Woo tried to hit Hyang. He didn't care if she was a girl, all that he needed was to win the battle. But the more he tries to hit her, the stronger she becomes. They fight each other, and Hyang becomes the winner in the end.

In her arms she held another, smaller, package. “Comrades,” the woman cried shrilly. “Pity an innocent babe. Mercy for a poor child!” She thrust the small package at them. It reeked of dirty diapers. From between the folds of cloth a shrunken face stared with sightless eyes at the ceiling. Svetlana backed off. The woman dropped to her knees, striking her forehead on the floor. “Take him,” she pleaded, her piercing voice drilling into Svetlana’s eardrums. “Take him, please!”