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Reborn: The Duke’s Obsession

Delia's life was a cruel reality: the neglected and abused illegitimate daughter of a noble family, the Ellington family, she yearned for the love of her stepmother, Baroness Augusta, and younger sister, Lady Anne, who relentlessly mistreated her. Her world crumbled when she discovered a double betrayal: her beloved husband, Lord George had secretly pined for Anne, marrying Delia only to be near her sister. Simultaneously, her step mother framed her for a crime Anne committed. Overwhelmed and heartbroken, Delia's attempt to escape a death sentence led to a fatal carriage accident. But death was not the end. Delia awoke one year in the past, finding herself still engaged to George. This was her second chance, and the naive girl was gone, replaced by a woman consumed by a burning desire for revenge. Her first target: Duke Eric Carson, the powerful and wealthy man her sister Anne desperately pursued. Delia boldly approached Eric with a proposition for a contract marriage. To her surprise, Eric agreed, but with a condition: their fake marriage would become real and they can go their separate way after a year, hiding his own secret agenda. Now, armed with Eric's unexpected devotion and his willingness to lay down his life for her, Delia meticulously begins to dismantle her family's world. With Eric's help, she exposes the secrets they hide, manipulates their desires, and turns them against each other, orchestrating George’s demotion, Anne's downfall and seizing everything her sister coveted, including Duke Eric love and obsession. Will Delia and Eric be able to conquer all odds to get what they want? What happens when Eric doesn’t want their contract marriage to end? What happens when the last petal of that indicates her second chance falls? ——————— EXCPRET “I can’t return your feelings, your grace,” Delia whispered, her back against the cool wall. “But I can,” Eric murmured, stepping closer. Delia’s voice trembled. “It’s not the same.” She choked out. “ No one can love me without hurting me.” “Then teach me,” he said, his breath warm on her cheek. “Teach me how to love you the way you deserve to be loved. I’m a quick study.” When she stayed silent, he sighed contentedly, a soft smile playing on his lips. “It’s alright. Just… use me. Anything you need. if you want money, ask the treasury, take as much money that’s needed. if you want power, use my name. if you want security and love, use my body.” His breath warmed her skin, his chest rose and fell with hers. "As long as it's from you, I'm happy."
Cameron_Rose_8326 · 53.4K Views

[BL] The System Runs on Magic (OS)

༺❘✦ Ryo moderates online drama. Llewellyn is the drama. The System decides online arguments count as combat experience—and sends Ryo into battle as his partner. ━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━ Ryo thought moderating online drama was the worst part of his job. After years of night shifts, caffeine, and defending the Internet’s most polarizing figure — Llewellyn, the world’s most famous hero, the System’s golden boy, and the only person alive with Transcendent-level Elemental Mastery — Ryo figured he’d seen it all. Conspiracy theories? Fan petitions? Cult-like followers? All in a night’s work. Until the System decides that arguing online at 2 AM now counts as combat experience. Ryo’s unwavering defense and obsessive threat tracking apparently make him the ideal partner for Llewellyn himself… so the System sends him straight into battle. His role? Magical crisis management, unstable Elemental forces moderation, and surviving long enough to reset whatever magic is currently warping reality. Easy, right? Except that now he’s neck-deep in Dungeons and Distorted Realms — and just a little too fixated on Llewellyn’s mastery in battle. And everything else. It would be fine if the System’s matchmaking algorithms didn’t keep pushing them closer. ━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━ What you’ll find here: System | Magic | BL | Magical Apocalypse | Character-driven | Feral Partnership | Emotionally repressed chaos (slow burn-ish + mutual pining) | Banter | Combat | System mechanics | Elemental Magic | VR Games | The apocalypse is already happening, and the internet is not handling it well. What you won’t find: Instant power-ups | Love triangles | Harem anything | Sappy anyone | A protagonist who’s ever had a normal sleep schedule. ━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━ Webnovel updates: Mon / Wed / Fri — with extra chapters during launch week Also available (early access) on patreon (@scribblingpancake), with updates on Tue / Thur / Sat.
ScribblingPancake · 18.8K Views

The Guilded Curse

Chapter 0 – Ashes of a Daughter Place: The Ruined Palace Date: Late winter, Year 768 The palace burned. What once stood tall in white stone and gold banners now crumbled in smoke and ruin. Screams had long faded. Blood dried too fast in the winter wind. The flag of Eltharion lay trampled in the mud, and beneath it all, Vireya stood alone. Her armor was cracked. Her blade, gone. She had killed and bled and shielded—and still, they lost. And yet she stood. On shattered marble steps, her father—the king—watched the last member of his kingdom flicker in the girl before him. He had not fled. He had not begged. But he had not answered her warnings, either. “Do you see it now?” Vireya whispered. Her voice was hoarse from ash and war. “He used us. Everything I said… everything you ignored—” Silence. He didn’t argue. He never had to. He was the king. She was the weapon. She took one step closer. Blood leaked from the cut at her ribs. The world spun. “I’ve fought every battle for you. Spilled every drop they asked.” Her voice softened. “And I came back each time hoping—just hoping—you’d see me.” Still nothing. The wind picked up, bitter and sharp. Her fingers trembled as they reached for her chest plate. She couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t sure she wanted to anymore. “If I were born again,” she said, eyes dull, “would you ever… love me?” He met her gaze, just once. But no answer came. No apology. No denial. Only the quiet shame of a man who realized too late what he had broken. Vireya’s lips trembled with a hollow smile. “That’s what I thought.” Her sword slipped from her hand. “I hope I’m never your daughter again.” And then—her knees gave out. The world tilted. Darkness swelled around the corners of her vision. But just before the fall, she felt arms catch her. Solid, trembling. Too late. She closed her eyes. Place: The Garden of Eltharion Date: Early spring, Year 756 The air was too still. Leaves rustled overhead, casting dappled shadows across her face. The scent of pine and soft earth clung to her skin—but beneath it, the sharp sting of memory. Vireya’s eyes opened slowly. The sky above was too blue. The silence is too clean. No fire. No blood. Her throat ached—dry, parched, and burning like she’d swallowed smoke. She coughed weakly, and her hand flew to her side— But there was no wound. Only the phantom pain of where a blade had once pierced her. The memory of steel sang louder than the wind. She pushed herself upright, limbs trembling. Her body was smaller. Softer. Younger. “No...” The word caught in her throat. Her voice was barely a whisper. The last thing she remembered was dying—falling in her father’s arms after giving up the hope of being loved. And now… this? Footsteps. She flinched instinctively, body coiled for defense. But it was only a girl—barefoot, with soft steps and a plain brown dress. Her maid. Lune. Mute. Loyal. Eyes like dusk, always watching but never judging. Without a word, Lune knelt beside her and gently offered a glass of water. Vireya stared at it for a long moment. In her old life, Lune had been the only one who never asked anything of her. Never spoke behind her back. Never looked away from her. Her fingers shook as she took the cup. The water touched her lips. Cold. Real. “Thank you,” she rasped. Her voice cracked. “You're still here.” Lune only bowed her head, then reached out to brush a leaf from Vireya’s tangled hair. A quiet gesture. Familiar. And just like that, tears pricked behind Vireya’s eyes—but didn’t fall. She drank. Slowly. The water didn't ease the ache in her chest.
Arii_137 · 109 Views

Phantom of a Devil (BL)

Unlike every other person in this world, So Eun only dreamt of living. In a world where gods, demons, and mortals inhabit together to strive for peace and harmony, all of that toppled over when a Phantom child was born. And like a wimpy little flower, waving in the middle of a road bustling with people, was a reminder that being born as a Phantom, fragile as glass--was like treading on thin ice. A Phantom is forbidden to be hurt physically or emotionally, intense emotions will eventually cause him to get weak and lead to his death. A crack appears on the thin ice. One day, he met a boy named Han Min who saved him from being vanished. The most skilled fighter, became his one true friend. Until one night, something remarkable happened that changed their lives forever. Giving him a second chance to live, ten years had passed, and his heart was leading him to a certain evil supreme, and what he saw was just his best friend, Han Min. The innocent and honorable child who swore to protect him and his people, had long become the scourge of the heavens and a threat to the mortals. Why do tragedies of human lives appear in disguise as simple coincidences? After that night, what exactly had happened between them? Witness how these two unfortunate souls found their way to untangle the twisted knot of their fate. "After all these years, you know I would always come back to you." Their journey begins here. --- Slow-Burn, Mystery, Pining, Fantasy, Cultivation, Heavy Angst, Betrayal, Fluff, Romance, Tragedy, Drama, Psychological, Plot Twist! A reminder that this is BL. A lot of heart-wrenching revelation will await you by reading this. Trust the process. Please support this Author with votes, gifts, comments, reviews, and by obtaining a premium chapter for at least a special mention to every end of the chapter. That would be the fuel for the Author to write more! Support the Author: https://ko-fi.com/sharrnister *social media accounts announcement soon* --- Author is still stockpiling the updates. Disclaimer: Cover Art is not mine, all belong to the respective owner/artist. I will take it down if requested.
sharrnister · 455.5K Views

My Teacher;My Alpha

Eighteen-year-old Lily Hart has always been obsessed with the supernatural—but in her quiet, fog-shrouded hometown of Silver Pine, fantasy and folklore were nothing more than stories... until the new literature teacher arrived. Mysterious, magnetic, and unnervingly intense, Mr. Caleb Ryland is no ordinary teacher. When a chance encounter in the forest reveals his true identity—a powerful werewolf Alpha—Lily’s world is shattered and reborn. Not only is Caleb hiding a dark secret, but he’s also been waiting for her. Because Lily isn’t just anyone… she’s his destined Luna. As an ancient bond awakens between them, Lily is thrust into a hidden world of wolves, war, and wicked shadows. While the connection between her and Caleb deepens, so does the danger. A demon king, ruler of a dark realm, has set his sights on Silver Pine—and on destroying the power that Caleb and Lily share. By day, Lily is a regular high school senior. By night, she trains for war beside the Alpha she’s bound to, growing stronger and more attuned to her emerging powers. With each battle fought and every demon slain, their love intensifies—but so does the threat looming over them. When the quiet before the storm gives way to the demons’ full assault, Lily must embrace her destiny or risk losing everything: her town, her pack, and the bond that could reshape the supernatural world. Because this isn’t just a story of wolves and war. It’s a story of awakening, of love, and of a girl who dared to become a queen in a kingdom of monsters.
Noble_allhailnoble · 3.9K Views

The Hero Who Chose Peace

Fifteen years ago, Asahi Ryuuji was just a humble farmer and martial arts enthusiast from Earth—until he was transported to another world and gifted with an extraordinary power known only as the [Gift of the World]. Chosen as humanity’s last hope, he fought endlessly across kingdoms, ravaged battlefields, and against time itself. And finally, he did the unthinkable: he defeated the Demon Lord and his four strongest generals in a single, world-shaking battle. But victory didn’t bring him peace. Haunted by the countless lives he ended—even those of monsters—Asahi vanished from the world he saved. No grand parades. No goodbyes. No crown. He retreated to the most dangerous and uncharted island in the realm, where nature is wild, magic is ancient, and dragons still roam. There, he began a new life—one of soil, silence, and healing. Now 35 years old, Asahi farms quietly, surrounded by beasts most would flee from, and seeks only the comfort of growing things and listening to the wind. But the world hasn't forgotten him. Neither has she. Elysia—the Dragon Queen, strongest of her kind and ruler of skies—descends upon his island, not with fire or fury, but with understanding. Having watched from afar as Asahi sacrificed everything, she comes not to drag him back to glory, but to stay... by his side. This is not the story of battles and heroes. It is the story of what happens after the final war. Of quiet mornings, shared meals, and slowly blooming love. Of a man learning how to live again.
Dark_North_Dipper · 12.9K Views

Jock Next Bed (BL)

College was like a wake-up call for most people. Especially the likes of Christopher Owen, who spent the rest of his high school years messing around and pining for the boy he never had. Having had a frustrating high school year, he decided to dedicate himself to his studies in college.   He flew many miles away from home, changed his looks, and hid his real identity from everyone.  His plans were simple: study hard, pass well, no dating. But then he realized two things: life was anything but easy without the backing of his last name. And... he wasn't sure how long he could last before he jumped his roommate, who was obviously not gay. But lust wasn't love, right? Maybe he could indulge a little? Just a little, I promise. ***** EXCERPT: "THAT ARROGANT, GOOD FOR NOTHING, DEMONIC IDIOT! I HATE HIM SO MUCH!" "O-kay... what is going on?" A friend asked him, watching as he paced around the room he just entered. "After battling for a long time. A LONG TIME!" he breathed heavily before continuing, "I... I confessed to him today." The other sat up, eyes wide. "For real?" "And then... with that stupid lollipop in his mouth, he just looked at me and said Okay. OKAY!" Gasps. "I didn't even know people said "okay" to love confessions, but he said "okay" to me!" -- Meanwhile, while he was there panicking, the one who had been confessed to remained seated where he was in the room. He had not moved an inch from that position since he got confessed to. But if one looked closely, they would notice how red his face was, up to the tips of his ears. He suddenly chuckled to himself. "That idiot," he muttered, looking at the door the other had taken.
ThatAmazingGirl · 1M Views

The Mafia Boss Calls Me His Little Ancestor

The monsoon season of Nanyang carried a humid sensuality as Liao Qiao pushed open the hotel’s carved wooden doors, only to overhear Shang Lu’s mocking sneer: “Are you following me? Still not over me?” A sharp reprimand cut through the drama. “Show some respect to your sister-in-law!” The shadow of a black shirt swept over Liao Qiao’s shoulder. Shang Yu exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze dropping to the crumpled figure on the floor. “Take him to the Dark Hall,” he ordered, his voice like glacial steel. Liao Qiao studied the man’s chiseled profile. This was Shang Yu, the ruthless tycoon of Nanyang. He stood at the rain-soaked veranda, cigarette smoke curling around him, the faint scent of snow pine lingering in the air—a blade sheathed in elegance. Their next meeting unfolded in the underground lounge of a nightclub. Liao Qiao sipped a Mojito, watching Shang Yu stub out his cigar with a snap. “Mr. Yan requests your presence.” Before the bodyguard could finish, she sauntered into the private room. Under crystal chandeliers, Shang Lu retched into a toilet bowl while Shang Yu tapped his fingers on the marble table. “Explain the annulment yourself.” Before the words echoed, Liao Qiao leaned against the doorframe, spinning a car key between her fingers. “I heard Mr. Shang owns a Maybach. Care to lend it for a spin?” On the manicured lawns of Nan Yang Manor, Shang Yu knelt to tend to a cut on her ankle. Liao Qiao traced the mole near his eye, laughter bubbling. “So anxious, Mr. Shang? Could it be…” His hands yanked her into an embrace, his palm pressing against her wounded back. “If it hurts, bite me.” The night Shang Lu’s yacht exploded, Liao Qiao stood by the manor’s floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Shang Yu’s silhouette rigid against the lightning-flashed horizon. Thunder cracked. For the first time, she understood why her father called her “Nanyang’s curse”—she had a knack for shattering and reshaping the trajectories of those around her without rhyme or reason. When Shang Yu returned from Palma, he pressed a platinum card into her palm. “Want to see where you were born?” Liao Qiao traced the intricate engravings, finally deciphering the truth in her father’s indulgent eyes—she was never just a heiress. She was the wildfire he’d always kept burning in his palm.
Js_Hs_0149 · 54.8K Views

THE FORBIDDEN BOND

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silver glow over the dense forest. A soft breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and earth. It was the perfect night for a hunt. But tonight, the hunt was not what Xavier, Alpha of the Nightshade Pack, sought. Xavier stood at the edge of the clearing, his sharp gaze fixed on the distant horizon. The pack members were scattered around the camp, preparing for the full moon that would rise within hours. His wolf stirred restlessly beneath his skin, the pull of the moon’s power always a reminder of his duties. Yet, his thoughts were far from the pack. For weeks, his dreams had been haunted by a pair of hauntingly familiar eyes—eyes that didn’t belong to a wolf. They belonged to a human. Raine. The human woman had wandered too far into the territory of the Nightshade pack. She was a stranger—unimportant. But there was something in her gaze, something that sent a jolt through Xavier’s chest. He’d felt it the moment their eyes locked. A bond. A connection. A pull stronger than the one to his pack. Xavier had fought it, but deep down, he knew the truth. The ancient laws of the werewolves were clear: humans and werewolves do not mix. Such bonds were cursed, bringing destruction and war. Xavier knew better than anyone the cost of breaking the rules. And yet, as the moon rose higher, casting its light upon the world below, Xavier could no longer ignore the way his heart raced every time he thought of Raine. It was a dangerous path to walk, but he had already taken the first step.
Glory_Chidubem · 25.3K Views

Liked & Unloved: My Boss, His Breakup, and One Very Poorly-Timed Like

“ALERT: Boss’s Instagram just dropped! Caption: ‘Turns out love’s harder to balance than a quarterly report.’ Location: 24/7 bodega with a six-pack.’” The office group chat explodes as Lila Carter slumps on her couch, trying to console her best friend Mia, who’s just been dumped. To lift Mia’s spirits, Lila swipes open Instagram, tapping her boss’s post: “Look at Ethan Voss—Harvard MBA, Wall Street golden boy, face that belongs on GQ covers, bank account thicker than the Fed’s reports. Even he gets his heart broken. You’re not the problem, Mia. That guy’s just blind.” Mia’s tear-streaked face freezes. “Wait… why’d you like this?” Lila’s phone nearly slips from her fingers. It wasn’t schadenfreude—how was she supposed to know? Last night, at 3 a.m., she’d been editing Ethan’s merger docs when his voice note popped up: “Carter, I think I just got dumped.” As his executive assistant of three years, she’d replied with a confused “?”—only for him to delete it seconds later. This morning’s bodega post? She’d hit “like” not to mock, but to check if he was actually okay. A “professional courtesy,” she’d told herself. But Ethan, sitting on the bodega curb in a rumpled suit, staring at his beer can, sees her name in the likes. He chuckles darkly, the streetlamp catching the shadow under his eyes. “So my EA thinks my heartbreak’s a joke, huh?” That’s when the chaos starts. Ethan begins “retaliating” in ways that blur the line between boss and… whatever this is: dragging Lila to a “Heartbreak Expo” as his “emotional consultant,” making her appraise his ex’s “vintage couple’s watches” (which he definitely doesn’t care about), and at the team retreat, grabbing a mic to announce, “Heard someone enjoys my misery? Let’s see how she likes this—I’m better at chasing you than closing deals.” Lila’s finally forced to admit the truth: that “like” wasn’t just a click. It was the crack in a dam she’d built over three years—from the night she’d shielded him from a client’s whiskey-fueled rant, to the mornings he’d left her a hot coffee (black, no sugar) on her desk, to the time she’d cried over a failed project and he’d said, “I’ve got you” (quickly adding, “The team. I’ve got the team”). Now, with Instagram likes as evidence and Ethan’s “revenge” revealing more than he intends, Lila’s about to learn: some mistakes—like a single “like” on a heartbreak post—might just lead to the best thing that’s ever happened to her. “Carter,” Ethan says one night, leaning against her desk, “next time I’m pining, you better not like it. You’re gonna be too busy kissing me instead.”
孙登峰 · 1.4K Views

The Alpha's Ruin

The forest pulsed with life, the scent of rain clinging thick in the air. The moon hung heavy overhead, a silver eye watching—waiting. Beneath it, the alpha stood at the clearing’s edge, broad shoulders tense, golden eyes locked on the lone figure before him.The omega was smaller, leaner, his dark curls damp from the mist. His chest rose and fell with measured breaths, but there was no fear in him. No submission. Just something wild, something defiant.The alpha’s wolf stirred, restless. Wrong. Omegas were supposed to lower their gaze, bare their throats, yield. This one? He met the alpha’s stare head-on, lips curling at the edges like he knew exactly how much that would piss him off.“You shouldn’t be here.” The alpha’s voice was a low growl, his instincts warring between warning and… something else.The omega tilted his head, sharp amusement flashing in his dark eyes. “And yet, here I am.”A challenge.Something in the alpha snapped. In a blur, he closed the distance, caging the omega against the nearest tree. Heat crackled between them, the scent of pine and something dangerous filling the air. The omega didn’t flinch, didn’t shrink back. Instead, he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, slow and deliberate, like he was tasting the tension between them.“You’ve got a death wish,” the alpha murmured, his breath ghosting over the omega’s skin.The omega smirked. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like watching you lose control.”The alpha’s hands curled into fists against the bark. This omega is going to be the death of me
Obruche_Princess · 23K Views

Crescent Pines Lycan Saga

In the storm-lashed town of Alerion’s Edge, where the forests whisper ancient secrets and the moon rules more than just the tides, Crescent Pines Lycan Saga begins with Moonbound Hearts—a sweeping tale of forbidden love, cursed bloodlines, and the violent pull of destiny. Avery Caldwell, a fiercely independent artist haunted by the grief of losing her fiancé, retreats to the edge of Crescent Pines to escape the noise of the world. But her search for silence is shattered when she crosses paths with Kael Thorne—a brooding, dangerously captivating stranger who saves her from a creature made of shadows, its eyes like burning coal. Wounded and mysterious, Kael vanishes before her eyes, his injuries mending beneath the silver gaze of the moon. Kael is a Lycan, the exiled heir of the Thornclaw Pack, cast out for rejecting a blood-pact older than memory. Cursed with uncontrollable shifts and hunted by the Mirefangs—a ruthless rogue pack led by his own brother, Lucien Thorne—Kael lives between two worlds, neither fully man nor beast, and haunted by the throne that was stolen from him. But everything changes the night he saves Avery, a woman whose soul may be bound to something far older—and far more dangerous—than either of them realizes. As Avery is pulled deeper into the Lycan underworld, she uncovers the legend of the Moonbound: a mortal woman whose soul echoes with the power of the old moon gods. She might be the one destined to bridge the divide between Lycans and humans, to shift the tide of war. But loving Kael means more than just risking heartbreak—it means standing at the center of a conflict that could burn both their worlds to the ground. Caught between Kael’s need to protect her and the awakening power stirring in her veins, Avery must learn to survive brutal politics, ancient rivalries, and the wrath of Eira, a high priestess and Kael’s former betrothed, whose hatred burns as hot as prophecy. Eira will stop at nothing to see Avery fall and the prophecy rewritten in her favor. As blood spills beneath a rising full moon and trust fractures like old bone, Avery is forced to confront impossible choices. The war Lucien stokes threatens to erupt into chaos, and Nina—Avery’s skeptical younger sister—arrives in Alerion with secrets of her own, unraveling the fragile threads Avery thought she could hold onto. Amid visions and omens, guided only by the fading wisdom of Grandmother Rhea and the reluctant alliance of Dorian Vance, a hunter with his own scars, Avery steps into a role she never asked for—but cannot deny. When the final blood moon rises and the Mirefangs prepare their siege, Avery must decide what kind of future she’ll fight for. In a world where even love has claws, destiny demands more than courage. It demands transformation. Moonbound Hearts, the first in the Crescent Pines Lycan Saga, is a story where myth bleeds into reality, love defies the stars, and the fiercest battles are not waged on battlegrounds—but in the heart.
sammiebraveheart · 20.9K Views

Beneath a painted sky

A small coastal town in Oregon, known for its breathtaking sunsets and charming, tight-knit community. The wind carried the scent of salt and memory as Clara Hart drove into the small coastal town of Haven Bay. The ocean stretched endlessly to her left, crashing against the rocky cliffs like it was trying to speak. In her rearview mirror, the towering skyline of New York City was already a distant ghost, swallowed by the miles of winding roads and fading autumn leaves. She hadn’t been back in ten years. The town hadn’t changed much. Same crooked street signs. Same weatherworn buildings, their facades softened by sea air and time. The same old bakery with the sun-bleached awning. Her heart twisted at the sight of it all—familiar, yet foreign. Clara slowed her car as she reached the heart of town. She passed the art supply shop Mrs. Dorsey had owned since Clara was a kid. A hand-painted sign hung in the window: Welcome Home, Clara. Her chest tightened. Somehow, news traveled faster here than anywhere else. She turned onto Windmere Lane, the road lined with cedar trees that led up to her grandmother’s house. Or rather, what had been her grandmother’s house. The two-story cottage sat quietly beneath the sky, wrapped in ivy, its shutters flaking white paint. It looked just as it had in her dreams. Clara pulled into the gravel driveway and cut the engine. For a long moment, she sat still, hands on the steering wheel, unwilling to open the door. The house was a time capsule. A sanctuary. A tomb. She stepped out, gravel crunching beneath her boots, and approached the front porch. Her fingers brushed the wood railing—faded, but solid. She remembered sitting here as a little girl, painting sunsets while her grandmother read poetry aloud. The key was still under the third flowerpot, just like always. Inside, the air smelled faintly of lavender and dust. The living room was filled with sunlight, casting warm pools on the hardwood floor. Her grandmother’s rocking chair sat in the corner, unmoved. Clara dropped her bag by the door and walked slowly through the space, her fingers trailing along the furniture, the books, the picture frames that hadn’t been touched in months. When she reached the kitchen, a note pinned to the fridge caught her eye. "Clara – Welcome home. If you need anything, you know where to find me. – Eli" Clara stared at the note. Eli Morgan. The name rippled through her like a forgotten melody. He had been her childhood friend—the boy next door with kind eyes and a crooked smile. They’d spent summers chasing fireflies and winters building snow forts. Then high school happened, and life happened, and she had left without saying goodbye. She hadn’t heard his name in years. Clara set the note down and walked to the window above the sink. From there, she could just make out the old Morgan house across the field—tucked behind a row of pine trees, its roof sagging a little more than she remembered. Smoke curled gently from the chimney. A decade had passed, but some things, it seemed, refused to change. She unpacked slowly that afternoon, one room at a time. Each item she uncovered—an old painting, a worn book, a chipped mug—was a relic of a life she’d once known. She placed everything with care, as though reassembling pieces of her grandmother’s memory would somehow make the loss hurt less. By late afternoon, the sun had dipped low in the sky, casting golden light over the porch. Clara stood with a mug of tea in her hands, wrapped in a thick cardigan, watching as the wind rippled through the grass. A small voice drifted through the air, faint at first, then clearer. A little girl was laughing. Clara peered around the porch post. A child—maybe six or seven—darted through the field with a stick in one hand and a red scarf trailing behind her like a comet. Behind her, a tall figure followed at a slower pace. Eli. Clara’s breath caught. He was broader than she remembered, his frame solid with years of labor. His hair was a little d
Ikisa_Glory · 6.4K Views
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