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Love Me Harder And Other Short Love Stories

Short stories to accompany you.. STORY-1: Falling For The Antagonist, Mr. Choi! Seeing her father getting killed right in front of her eyes, Na Ae Ra swears that she will avenge her father. 12 years later, she finds the person who killed her father, was none other than her first love, Choi Yu Shik. What will Na Ae Ra do? Will she avenge her father or not do anything? STORY-2: Love Me Harder Song Yu Qi, a high school graduate gets married to a man whom she barely knows. Without knowing much about him, she soon falls in love with him. Since then, a cute give and take relationship starts in between the two. STORY-3: The Promise Baek Ji Ah and Kang Minhyuk were living happily married for a year until, Baek Ji Ah's long-lost childhood friend, Lee In Joon appears and their married life crumbles. Will Ji Ah be able to amend her broken heart by finding love in her childhood friend's embrace or get back with her husband? STORY-4: An Unexpected Proposal Han Sora always had a crush on Lee Yi Kyung since high school and she even encourages herself to propose him on the graduation day but instead gets proposed by Yi Kyung's elder brother, Lee Junsu... Will Sora's heart melt with Junsu's flowing love? Or Does Junsu's heart gets broken into pieces? STORY-5: Love Amidst Investigation Park Ji Hyun is a detective who has been framed for killing her own brother. While running away from being caught, she meets a handsome young man, Han Seo Jun, who helps her all the time. She falls in love with him and investigates the murder of her brother. STORY-6: I Travelled Into A Comic and Made The CEO Fall For Me Son Mina is a young university students who gets body shamed for being fat and ugly. One day while reading her favorite comic, she travels into that comic world. Her soul gets swapped with the comic's female lead's body. And with that she makes the CEO fall for her.... STORY-7: I Hate You, I Love You Park Ji Sang always loved Kim Yeon-Ah but never expressed his feelings towards her and they remain friends. Due to a certain incident, Yeon-Ah slaps him and starts to hate him. Five years later, they meet again and this time Ji Sang tries his best to express his feelings towards her. STORY-8: Forbidden Relationship Despite of being married, Choi Ah-Yeong cheats behind her husband’s back. Not because he is a bad person but because she again has feelings for her ex who returned back. Will Ah-Yeong leave her husband, Jung Sang Hoon for her ex, Kang Dae Hyun? STORY-9: Feelings Rekindled Byeon Da-Jung and Yang Woo-Jin were married to one another but they divorced soon after four years. Four years later, they meet again due to some circumstances and realize the mistakes they did and that they still have feelings for one another. Will they get back with one another or go separate ways? NOTE: This book is still under progress so, I apologize to make you all wait! Thank you for your love and support! Stay safe and take care y'all!!!
Song_Shinyi · 380K Views

Timeless Echoes : Stories of Love & Fate

Anaya Sharma is a woman of logic, a developed known for her brilliant yet Complex ideas. she believes in code, not fate — algorithms, not magic. love and impossible things like Time Travel have no place in her meticulously structured life. But everything changes on the Night of the lunar eclipse. On a whim, she buys an antique silver bracelet from an old book store, captivated by its crescent moon motif. the shopkeepers cryptic words lingar in her mind — " it connects souls across time but only under the moon Shadow does it's magic awaken. " Brushing it off as mere folklore, Anaya returns to her apartment, where the city lights fade under the blood moon's Eerie glow. Then, The Impossible happens. A sudden gust of wind rattles her windows, the bracelet burns against her wrist, and when she turn around — there he is. A man, dazed and confused, standing in her living room. Arjun Mehta. A strange dressed in clothes too out dated. A man who should not exist in her time. As the night unfolds, question turns into wary conversation. File Anaya offer him a bowl of Maggi noodles, Arjun reveals fragments of his past— everything except how or why he is here. But as she watch him drift into sleep on her leaving room sofa, her mind races. something about this is not a strange — it follows a pattern. A pattern she feels she's seen before. and as she retreats to her office space, starring at the bracelet under the dim glow of her monitor, see realises one terrifying truth : This isn't just a coincidence. it's only the beginning
DaoistGkSocO · 288 Views

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PROLOGUE: WRITING A SET OF all possible character strings. All possible books would be contained in that. Most unfortunately though, there is no guarantee whatsoever you would be able to find within it the book you were hoping for. It could be you might find a string of characters saying, “This is the book you were hoping for.” Like right here, now. But of course, that is not the book you were hoping for. I haven’t seen her since then. I think she’s most likely dead. After all, it has been hundreds of years. But then again, I also think this. Noticing her as she gazes intently into the mirror, the room in disarray; it is clear that centuries have flowed by, or some such. And she, perhaps, has finished applying her makeup, and she is getting up and is going out to look for me. Her eyes show no sign of taking in the fact that the house has been completely changed, destroyed around her. The change was gradual, continuing, and even long ago she was not very good at things like that. As far as she is concerned, that is not the sort of thing one has to pay attention to. Not that she is aware, but it seems so obvious, she doesn’t need to care about it. Have we drowned, are we about to drown, are we already finished drowning, are we not yet drowning? We are in one of those situations. Ofcourse, it could be that we will never drown. But think about it. I mean, even fish can drown. I remember her saying meanly, “If that’s the case, you must be the one from the past.” It is true of course. Everybody comes out of the past; it’s not that I’m some guy who comes from some particular past. Even when that is pointed out, though, she shows no sign of backing down. “It’s not as if I came out of some bizarro past,” she said. That’s how she and I met. Writing it down this way, it doesn’t seem like anything at all is about to happen, right? Between her and me, I mean. As if something could ever really happen. As if something continues to happen that might ever make something else happen. I am repeating myself, but I haven’t seen her since then. She promised me, with a sweet smile, that I would never see her again. For the short time we were together, we tried to talk about things that really meant something to us. Around that time there were a lot of things that were all mixed up, and it was not easy to sort out what was really real. There might be a pebble over there, and when you took your eyes off it it turned into a frog, and when you took your eyes off it again it turned into a horsefly. The horsefly that used to be a frog remembered it used to be a frog and stuck out its tongue to try to eat a fly, and then remembered it used to be a pebble and stopped and crashed to the ground. With all this going on, it’s really important to know what’s really real and what’s not. “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived boys and girls.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived no boy and no girl.” “Once upon a time…lived.” “Lived.” “Once upon a time.” From beginning to end, we carried on this back-and-forth process. For example, in this dialogue, we were somehow finally mutually able to comeup with this kind of compromise statement: “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl. There may have been lots of boys, and there may have been lots of girls. There may have been no boys at all, and there may have been no girls at all. There may even have been no one at all. At any rate there is little chance there were equal numbers of each. That is unless there had never been anybody at all anyway.” That was our first meeting, she and I, and of course it meant we would never see each other again. I was making my way in the direction she had come from, and she was headed in the direction I had come from, and this is a somewhat important point; you must realize this walking had to be,
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