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Ethereal Blue

What if your best friend were a ghost-and your soulmate? Buchi never imagined his scholarship to a prestigious Korean school would come with invisible princes, ancient curses, and dangerous rivals. As the only one who can see Min Soo, a Korean prince cursed to walk the earth unseen, Buchi becomes his lifeline to hope. Jealous students, power-hungry sponsors, and dark supernatural forces threaten to tear their connection apart. Will Buchi rise above the odds to break the curse, or will love be lost in the shadows of time? Buchi-egeun joheun hakgyo-e iss-eo-neun scholarship-eul jwahae, geu-eun gil-eseo an-bo-in-eun wang-ja-reul mann-a-seo, gil-eseo an-bo-in-eun ma-eum-eul mann-a-seo, Buchi-eun geu-ui ma-eum-eul bich-eo-neun sa-gwa-reul jwahae. , , , . Buchi-wa Min Soo-eun geu-deul-ui ma-eum-eul kkae-wo-jwoya hal su iss-eoyo. Geu-deul-eun eotteoke hae, Min Soo-eui jo-geum-eul kkae-wo-jwoya ha-geoyo? ########### "Guy why you dey look me like that?" His voice was steady, but the flicker of confusion and heat in his eyes made my chest tighten. At first he didn't say anything until l asked again but in korean (Neo-neun wae naege ireol geoseul hae-yo?) - "Why are you looking at me like that?" (Jeoneun aniya)"I’m not," I lied, though my gaze refused to move from the water sliding down his neck, tracing the hard lines of his chest before disappearing beneath the towel. (Eotteoke geurae?) " Huh! Really?" he asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. ("Neo-neun naege gyeoljeong-gwaui gwaje-cheoreom bolleo issna-yo) "Because you’re looking at me like I’m some kind of forbidden fruit." I swallowed hard, cursing the way my breath hitched. He wasn’t wrong. Something about him—his presence, his confidence, the way he stood there dripping wet like he didn’t have a care in the world—had me unraveling. ("Neo-neun ban-naj-eo iss-eoyo.") "You’re the one standing half-naked," I shot back, though the words lacked bite. ("Mwo neo-neun mweo-rae ganeun-ga?") "What do you expect?" He laughed, the sound deep and rich, like the rumble of a storm. "I didn’t expect you to be so easy to distract." ("Neo-neun joheun geol al-a-isseo.") ("Joheun geol an-iya.") "Distract? I’m not distracted." My words came out too quick, too defensive. He stepped closer, his damp hair falling across his forehead, and for a moment, the space between us felt electric. "Then wati dey make you dey blush?" I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Because he was right—I was blushing, my pulse racing, my thoughts a mess. And then, just as suddenly as he’d appeared, he was gone, leaving nothing but the memory of his smirk and the ache in my chest that told me this wasn’t over. --- Can you survive the pull of gravity when it’s not just the black hole that’s consuming you—but him? Dive into ETHEREAL BLUE, a tale of cursed ghosts, forbidden connections, and the kind of chemistry that stops time itself.
delyonworld · 2.4K Views

Strong Internally

Does anyone expect to see DEATH on their birthday? No. She neither. But she saw. And not just one or two but the death of her entire family. She like anyone else also wanted to enjoy that special day when she was supposed to be the happiest. Her Birthday. But it turned out to be one of the saddest and most painful days of her life. Then what? She was supposed to feel devastated and have a trauma that would take ages to get used to right? But alas! The poor child did not even have time to grieve. Another tragedy hit her. After losing her family she was only left with her best buddy. But as luck would have it she also lost her in the most cruel way possible. A second trauma scarred the life of the tiny child who had just reached the age to understand the world. But that was still not the end. It looked like she was in the middle of a tragic ocean where wave after wave of miserable experiences crashed into her one after another. On top of that, she seemed to be some kind of evil force that sucked the life out of everyone who showed her kindness. Thus at the age of five, she learnt her lesson to be independent in the harshest ways possible from Life. But those experiences made the once helpless and weak girl, the strong, independent and powerful woman she is today, Olivia Basu. Since then she kept all her actions in control until that one encounter at VN High School during her mission as an undercover student named Ankita Dey. ______________ This story consists of several side couples some of whom belong to the LGBTQ+ community. This is a slow burn. Contains mature content. THE COVER PHOTO IS FROM PINTEREST
S_43 · 62.2K Views

CRESCERE NEL CRIMINE

Ragazzi e ragazze, tutti rinchiusi nello stesso lurido posto. Vittime delle loro azioni. Vittime di ciò con cui si sono macchiati. Vittime di chi li ha cresciuti. Ma soprattutto, vittime di loro stessi. Quando sei vittima di te stesso non puoi correre da nessuna parte. Solo imparando ad affrontare la realtà, solo così, potrai dire di essere veramente libero. Ma ci si può liberare della propria mente? Non potrai mai sentirti libero se prima non impari a convivere con quel che hai fatto pagandone le conseguenze. Alcune cicatrici è difficile guarirle. Dipende dove te le porti, se nel corpo, o nella mente. I pensieri fanno male, logorano. Le azioni ne conseguono. Ma quando ti ritrovi in un posto dove quel che hai fatto ti viene messo tutto su un tavolo, non puoi non guardare in faccia la realtà. Così impari a conviverci h 24, rimanendo solo tu coi tuoi pensieri perenni. Loro verranno uniti da una sola cosa, ovvero, una cella fredda ed un pavimento polveroso dove parlare dei loro maledetti problemi. E questa, è la loro storia... Lui, per lei è come una calamita Lei, per lui è la persona sbagliata. Lui, è la tempesta. Lei, è la calma. Lui, è la persona da cui vorresti stare lontano. Lei, è la persona a cui vorresti stare affianco. Lei, è cresciuta volendo pensare al futuro. Lui, è cresciuto restando intrappolato nel passato. Lei, angelo dannato in cerca di emozione. Lui, demone disperato in cerca di pace. Lei, vittima del pericolo. Lui, vittima del crimine. ⏩©copyright,tutti i diritti riservati sequel: "VIVERE NEL PERICOLO". STORIA COMPLETATA⏪
thestories01 · 55.6K Views

Pause nel tennis: come passare il tempo tra un set e l’altro

Il gioco del tennis è una passione che, se contagia, difficilmente vi abbandonerà. Questo sport fatto di potenza, rispetto e adrenalina sta guadagnandosi il posto che gli spetta nel mondo delle competizioni a livello nazionale e internazionale e, assistere a una partita dal vivo o in televisione (soprattutto in questo periodo di pandemia) è un’emozione sempre forte fino all’ultimo game. Se anche voi tuttavia state assistendo a un set particolarmente monoto, oppure state aspettando l’inizio di quello successivo e non sapete come passare il tempo, ecco qualche consiglio! Cosa fare tra un set e l’altro: qualche consiglio Pronti per qualche consiglio? Forse qualcuno vi sembrerà banale, visto che la pausa tra un set e l’altro di solito è molto breve, ma vi permetterà di far passare il tempo in un batter d’occhio per poi tornare alla vostra partita. https://www.oasport.it/2021/04/pause-nel-tennis-come-passare-il-tempo-tra-un-set-e-laltro/ Fare qualche esercizio. Il movimento è una delle buone pratiche per avere uno stile di vita sano, ma spesso non troviamo mail l’occasione o il tempo per correre o anche solo fare qualche esercizio. Questo momento di pausa potrebbe essere la “scusa” buona per allenarsi iniziando per gradi. Partite da qualche minuto di addominali, dorsali e piegamenti, per poi allungare gli esercizi e renderli una costanza nella vostra routine. Giocare online. Navigare con il telefonino (o al pc se lo avete acceso) è un altro passatempo su cui potete puntare mentre aspettate che riparta il tennis. I giochi online tra cui scegliere sono tantissimi, da quelli più interattivi, ai giochi di società o d’azzardo come Book of Ra soldi veri o simili. Ordinare la spesa. Fare la spesa online, soprattutto quando non si è tranquilli a uscire di casa o si vuole un servizio comodo ed efficiente, è la scelta migliore da prendere. Iniziare a selezionare la spesa per la settimana è un recupero di tempo prezioso, per questo ve lo consigliamo per passare il tempo in queste occasioni. Iniziare quel libro da troppo in sospeso. Quel libro che da tanto volevate iniziare vi sta chiamando: cominciate leggendo qualche pagina e sicuramente avrete sfruttato il tempo nella maniera migliore. Organizzare le ferie. Per chi e se si potrà andare in vacanza, la scelta della destinazione e del programma delle ferie è uno studio curato da fare man mano qualche mese prima di partire. Perché non iniziate a controllare online i luoghi, i prezzi e i servizi in modo da iniziare a farvi un piano? !
donal_lind · 235 Views

lady Isadora

Capitolo 1 Lady Isadora, un'affascinante giovane aristocratica, passeggiava nel giardino di Kensington, circondata da aiuole fiorite e alberi secolari. Il sole del pomeriggio filtrava tra le foglie, creando un gioco di ombre sul sentiero. Isadora amava quel luogo; era il suo rifugio segreto, dove poteva sognare e riflettere lontano dagli sguardi curiosi della sua famiglia. Ma oggi, la sua mente era occupata da pensieri contrastanti. Da un lato c'era Lord Nicholas, un giovane affascinante con un sorriso disarmante e un'intelligenza acuta. Dall'altro, c'era Hastings, il potente duca di Waverley, noto per la sua determinazione e il suo carattere tenace. Entrambi erano su pretendenti, entrambi avevano catturato la sua attenzione. “Isadora!” chiamò una voce, interrompendo i suoi pensieri. Era Lady Margaret, la sua migliore amica, con un'espressione vivace sul volto. “Ho sentito voci di un ballo a palazzo la prossima settimana. Dovremmo andarci!” “Un ballo?” rispose Isadora, i suoi occhi brillavano di curiosità. “Senza dubbio, sarà l’occasione perfetta per incontrare Lord Nicholas e il duca.” Margaret, divisa tra l'eccitazione e la preoccupazione, smise di camminare. “Spero che tu non scelga Hastings. È affascinante, ma è anche molto ambizioso. Potrebbe non essere il partito giusto per te.” Isadora sorrise, ma il suo cuore batteva forte. “Nicholas è un gentiluomo, ma c’è qualcosa in Hastings che mi attrae; la sua forza, la sua presenza… è difficile da spiegare. Ma come posso scegliere, quando entrambi gli uomini sembrano interessati a me?” Lady Margaret, prendendo la mano di Isadora, lo fece con affetto. “Ricorda, cara amica, che non è solo il tuo cuore a dover decidere, ma anche la tua mente. Ascolta ciò che senti veramente.” Mentre le due ragazze si allontanavano verso casa, Isadora sentì un misto di emozione e incertezza. La danza tra il dovere e il desiderio era appena cominciata.*
DaoistcgQX7C · 3K Views

Dawn Of The Alpha King

In a world tethering on a war between Werewolves, Humans and powerful Vampires. Blackwood a place where the moonlight bestows its ethereal glow upon age-old secrets, unfolds a mesmerizing tale of destiny, entangled in forbidden love and the enduring conflict between humans and werewolves. Amidst this struggle, vampires weave insidious plots to dominate all of mankind. As the Lupus Dei, The King that was promised, Ethan grapples with the extraordinary gifts of accelerated healing and the ability to transform at will. Often morphing into a colossal, hulk-like werewolf, he navigates a world where alliances hang by a delicate thread, and shadows conceal a history marred by betrayal. Within the echoes of this forbidden love story, the resonance spans through the ages, weaving seamlessly with a prophecy that promises unity but harbors the potential for chaos. Join Ethan on a riveting journey where the moonlit forest serves as a haunting backdrop for a war waged between light and darkness. Choices made within this realm reverberate through a world ensnared by ancient enmities. As the narrative unfolds, discover a tapestry intricately woven with suspense, passion, and the enchantment that lies beneath the surface of the night. Ethan's odyssey becomes a dance between the forces of light and darkness, where the consequences of each choice echo through the ages, shaping the destiny of a world ensnared in the delicate balance between ancient adversaries.
fredrick_anele · 57.8K Views

The name of this story monster beast he was a bad monster beast and he

The name of this story .monster beast was a bad beast man then he meet this laddy call amarchi .amarchi was a pool girl and she have no body .her aunty named ngozi . came back from Lagos and tell amarchi that she we go with her .amarchi was so happy to hard that from her aunty .some few days letter amarchi take ngozi and traveled back to Lagos some weeks letter amarchi start maturing her so bad .ngozi .come and take this money and buy pure water for me half bag .amarchi: okay aunty I,m coming .then she take the money and buy the water when she was coming back she sew one man pls help me with one water .amarchi:okay sir take .monterbeast : thanks my name is monster beast .he .ask her u live around ,amarchi :yes sir I have to go ,monster beast :no problem dear thanks and she went back home ,ngozi: amarchi this water is not complete ,amarchi yes ma I drink one ,amarchi: are u mad ngozi slept her ,so monster beast was looking at her ,next day ,amarchi was going to market and she sew monster beast,,amarchi :good morning sir , monster beast: how are you ,amarchi : fine sir ,monster breast: u are not fine who is the laddy u live with ,amarchi: she is my mom sister ,monster beast,and were is ur mom ,amarchi: she is late ,monsterbeast :oooo,sorry ,amarchi: pls sir are u a beast ,monster beast: why are u asking ,start going, monster: was asking He's self a question, why since I see this girl I changed who is this girl I most find out , some day letter , some girls ask amarchi why are u following that beast , amarchi: which beast , some girls, monster beast he is a bad monster , amarchi, he is my friend so he is a bad monster beast, but he have not ,kill me y ,next day, amarchi : sew monster beast, sir pls can I talk to u .monster beast: stay away from me pls just go ,amarchi pls sir ,monster breast just go pls ,amarchi just start going, ngozi: see u beast child, amarchi: why are u calling me that pls stop I,m not a beast, ngozi: go and get me water now,amarchi went to bring water for her ,she start asking her self why aunty ngozi is calling me beast who I ,m my I most find out, some days letter amarchi go back to the village to the village to ask, amarchi:sir is amarchi late favour ebere daughter, the man OK my daughter why are u here, amarchi: thanks sir my mother sister keep calling me a beast, the man : yes my daughter u are the daughter of a beast , ur father was a bad monster beast, but ur mom changed him,no beast can hot u ,u can change any beast ,amarchi: thanks sir, she went back to Lagos, some mouth letter amarchi sew the monster beast ,monster beast pls $569 who are u ,amarchi tell him her story and dey were more den a friend some years letter dey got married , the end
Joy_Chijioke · 1.1K Views

Smelling Secrets

Jiya Dey, our main character has a secret. She can smell secrets from a mile! She carries this secret around like a burden, hoping that no one ever knows about it. She will rather live a normal life than to have people accuse her of plundering the secrets, they ought to hide. She thinks she is hiding it well, keeping her sense of smell in control. That is until she stumbles upon not one but two ghastly secrets. Secrets about her friends; those friends she thought she knew well enough. For a while, she keeps herself from thinking and assures herself that she would live a normal life and behave as if nothing happened. Anyways, it was not her problem! But sooner or later, she has to face reality. What happens the night she thought she could sleep peacefully as if nothing happened? What is this strange Institute that sent her an acceptance letter in the middle of the night? What happens when she gets enrolled in the INSTITUTE OF SMELLCRAFT & SNIFFING? Will she keep those secrets in her head or will she uncover more secrets around the Institute? ~*~*~ "Jee! Jee!" a voice whispered urgently, "Vake up. Yer journey iz about to start." "Ugh!" Jiya grunted. Her head was throbbing with extreme pain. She tried to open her eyes but could not do it. "Jee! Are ye okay?" the voice continued as a warm hand was placed on Jiya's forehead. She felt energy and warmth spread to her body. She made a sound again before opening her eyes rather woozily. She blinked a few times to clear her vision. She nearly fell her bed at what she saw in front of her eyes. "I did not vant to scare ye", the black cat jumped off the bed and shook its head ruefully as it sat down on its haunches. Jiya was so scared that her heart was jumping up and down the throat. She had seen this very cat roam about in their garden quite a few times for the past two months.
Ashley_Babe · 48.9K Views
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