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THE SECLUSION OF PENS

Title: The Seclusion of Pens For six long years, Pens had lived in isolation, hidden away in a secluded mountain retreat where time seemed to stretch endlessly. The walls of her small cabin were lined with books, maps, and remnants of a life she barely remembered. The only sounds were the rustling trees and the occasional howl of the wind through the narrow valley. She had once been someone—someone important, perhaps even powerful—but now, she was just a ghost, forced to pretend she was dead to the world. She had never been given the full truth, only fragments of explanations whispered to her before she was taken away. "For your safety," they had said. "For the greater good," they had insisted. But what was this greater good that required her to vanish from existence? Why did she have to live like a shadow, watching the world from the edge of oblivion? Pens had spent years trying to piece together the mystery of her exile. Was she a fugitive? A missing heiress? A pawn in some unseen war? Every possibility seemed more absurd than the last. She had trained in secret, sharpening her mind, her body, and her instincts, preparing for the day she could break free. But the world had not forgotten her entirely—there was still the promise. Every six months, a messenger arrived at dusk, cloaked in secrecy, delivering a single cryptic letter. Sometimes, it contained nothing more than a warning. Other times, it offered hints of the life she had left behind. But always, without fail, it ended with the same words: "You may go out once. Just once." It was a cruel allowance—one fleeting night of freedom before returning to her prison. Each time, she ventured beyond the mountains, blending into crowds, searching for answers. Each time, she returned with more questions than before. As the sun set on another six-month mark, Pens stood at the threshold of her hidden world, gripping the newest letter in her hands. This time, it was different. The words on the page were urgent, almost desperate: "You must leave. Do not return. The promise is broken." Her heart pounded. For the first time in six years, she wasn’t just being given a night of freedom. She was being told to run.
Beelliant · 4.8K Views

New Luna! New Rules!

“What? Are you flustered? You just had sex with an older woman?” Evelyn said, pouting. “Your perky breasts would disagree, my little flame”, Drake responded, staring intently into her soul with a smile on his face. Evelyn lost all sense of duty as she stared into the eyes of the stray wolf, Drake, the unmistakable resemblance to her past lover, the late Lycan king, the only man who gave her everything she was. Her world further crashed when he called her “little flame”, only Damian dared to call her that. Damian Blackhood before his demise had made her the sole heiress of his castle and trained her fervently, he was aware of the brutal ancient prophecy that his successor wasn't going to be from his bloodline but a flame in his life, Evelyn was that flame, he ignited it, a once discarded Omega trained to become Ravenclaw‘s Luna. But he kept a crucial secret from her; he was dying. Their love thrived until one night when Damian fell ill and Evelyn had to watch her once vibrant lover fade away gradually, he handed over everything he had to her and died, against mixed acceptance from the pack, she became the Luna of the pack navigating the roughness of the powerful position, forming alliances, breaking some, fighting battles. The greatest battle she had to fight was developing a forbidden affection for a young stray wolf boy who was the reincarnation of her lover, twenty years after he had left her stranded. Would she embrace her second chance at love even if it defies time itself? Would she deny herself happiness and hold on forever to the ghost of the past?
muonekeeazzy · 7K Views

My Silver-Haired Classmate Only Speaks Her Heart in Russian

Alexei "Alex" Nakamura thought his biggest challenge in high school would be maintaining his perfect grades while hiding his monstrous intellect. He never expected it would be pretending he couldn't understand the beautiful Russian phrases whispered by his silver-haired classmate. Katarina "Katya" Volkov is the picture of composure—cool, elegant, and untouchable. With her striking silver hair and piercing blue eyes inherited from her Russian heritage, she commands respect from classmates and teachers alike. But Alex knows her secret: when she thinks no one can understand, Katya reveals her true feelings in soft Russian whispers that would make even the most confident person blush. "Он такой умный... почему мое сердце так бьется?" (He's so smart... why does my heart beat like this?) What Katya doesn't know is that Alex understands every word. Born to a family with hidden international connections, he's been fluent in Russian since childhood. Every "дурак" (fool) she mutters when he acts oblivious, every "красивый" (handsome) she whispers when she thinks he's not looking, every heartfelt confession she makes in her mother tongue—he hears it all. The irony is delicious, the tension unbearable, and Alex finds himself caught between wanting to protect her secret and desperately wanting to respond to her hidden confessions. As they navigate the complexities of high school life—from cultural festivals where Katya's heritage shines to study sessions where their intellectual rivalry blooms into something deeper—Alex must decide when to reveal his secret. But the longer he waits, the more complicated their relationship becomes. When she discovers the truth, will she be mortified by everything she's unknowingly revealed, or will she realize that someone has been treasuring every word she thought was safely hidden? From the hallways of their multicultural high school to the prestigious universities that will shape their futures, from their meteoric rises in their respective career paths to the altar where two cultures unite, Alex and Katya's love story unfolds across the years. It's a tale of two intellectual people learning that the most difficult language to master isn't Russian or Japanese—it's the language of the heart. Sometimes the most beautiful confessions are the ones we think no one else can understand. Sometimes the person who understands us best is the one we least expect. And sometimes, love speaks louder in whispered Russian than it ever could in any other language. __________________ Tags: Romance, Slice of life, High school, Comedy
AncientDragonEmp16 · 14.6K Views
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