일상로맨스 Novels & Stories

“Have you ever opened your door to find a this absolutely gorgeous, hunky, specimen of a man standing on the other side? I’ve dreamt just that, repeatedly, to the point that I’m frustrated with myself for not having a depth of imagination to move beyond this dream guy -pun intended- and into something more substantial. I mean, all he does is stand there with a sexy smirk on his face. Night after night, I see myself in this cozy little log cabin. There’s an enormous fieldstone fireplace dominating the room. The warmth from its roaring fire permeates every crack and crevice of the small, but spacious room. Either there’s no electricity, or it’s gone out for some reason because I’m sittin

it too hated cheating bastards the most. Zhi Ruo smiled satisfied as she put the book back into the big screen, looking as graceful as ever like she hadn't thrown a tantrum just a moment before. "I'm done with that. Are there any missions available yet?" {Aiyya, i was just about to tell host. You have been given a B ranked mission in the small world in a Dramatic School Romance : <>. Does host wish to accept?} "Some high school story? I was hoping to be transferred into the harem of some ancient chinese emperor" Zhi Ruo pouted "It's better than staying bored in this place though." She added as she clicked yes.

The part of the poem that read, "I stand on the bridge, gazing at the scenery. The people watching the scenery are watching me." It was not until now that Darren knew that some people came into his life to make his days shine with wonder and to fill his dreams with beauty. Under the endless sky of fireflies, the two people gradually drew closer. It was unclear who was more proactive, in the warmth of their breath, they exchanged a gentle and lingering kiss. When both descended the mountain, they were in a good mood. Back in the courtyard, Darren escorted Hannah back to her room. With a kiss on her forehead, he said, "Hannah, good night. Sweet dreams."

Love. END

God, that woman is insufferable. I’m making my way back to Rivers hotel when I pass a flower shop, I stop at look at the flowers and I pick a bouquet of sunflowers, yellow tulips and a few daisies. River is going to love this. I pay the nice lady at the shop and leave my tip for the café in the jar and walk back out. I get back to her hotel in what seems like 10 minutes. I go up to her room and let myself in with the key she gave me. I set the bag and coffee on the counter and walk into the room. I don’t notice River at first, all I hear is the sad song from the romance movie playing and that’s when I see her.

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

One impossible day at a time. To be continued ---

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

she whispered. He reached out hesitantly. “Can I?” he asked. She nodded. His arms wrapped around her like a shield. She buried her face in his chest, letting herself breathe for the first time in days. --- The day slipped away in a haze. They didn’t talk about contracts or pretense—just stayed close. Fingers brushed. Smiles softened. It wasn’t perfect. But it was real. By evening, Damien took her hand. “Come with me.” “Where?”