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365 days to find love

One year to live. One chance to be seen. One dream to chase. I was a ghost in the heart of London, a silhouette fading into the grey fog of the city. As a lead designer for a prestigious fashion house, my talent was the engine behind our top sales, yet I lived my life submerged in oversized black hoodies and fake glasses. I had mastered the art of being invisible—a survival tactic born from a teenage trauma that taught me beauty was a target. My "snatched" waist and striking curves were secrets I kept buried under layers of fleece, while my boss, Martha, treated me like a nameless tool that produced gold on paper. The diagnosis changed everything. A brain tumor. 365 days. When Martha called at midnight, ordering me to a struggling branch in Seoul without a hint of empathy, I didn’t argue. I didn't care about her corporate greed. All I saw was an exit ramp. I was going to my dream country, and I was going to spend my final days living out loud. Seoul was a whirlwind of neon and steel, but the prejudice was a cold splash of water. In the Mapo-gu office, my coworkers didn't see a savior; they saw an outsider who "couldn't even dress herself." she can't even dress how is he going to make dresses. But I was done hiding. The company’s survival rested on my collaboration with Kim Shi-na, the "Nation’s Goddess." She was a porcelain-skinned superstar, obsessed with perfection and deeply in love with the heir to the company, Lee Hun-joo. To the public, they were the ultimate power couple. To me, Shi-na was a nightmare who looked down on my heritage and my baggy clothes—until my designs made her the talk of the world. The breakthrough came when Shi-na wore my "Lunar Silk" gown on the red carpet. Suddenly, the company was back on its feet, and I was the secret weapon everyone wanted to unmask. But the glory was short-lived. The night I went to Shi-na's apartment to show her my latest sketches, my world fractured. I walked in on her with a secret lover—not Lee Hun-joo. The rage in her eyes was murderous. She threatened to ruin me, to kill me, if I ever spoke. But fate had a different plan for my heart. Amidst this chaos was Sean, my colleague and flatmate. He was the one who saw me when I was still "the girl in the hoodie." He was my anchor, his messy hair and quiet smiles making me feel like I finally had a home. I was falling for him, but my heart was set for a different kind of heartbreak when I realized he was already engaged to be married Unable to face him in our shared apartment, I wandered the streets of Mapo. The air was freezing, biting at my skin as I walked the empty, neon-soaked roads, my eyes blurred with tears. That was when I saw him.Lee Hun-joo, the cold, untouchable heir and the man Kim Shi-na claimed to love, was staggering down the middle of the street. He was completely drunk, his expensive shirt unbuttoned and his tie hanging loose. He looked nothing like the powerful man he was .He was heavy, smelling of expensive bourbon and cold air. As he leaned against me, his head dropping onto my shoulder, the "Invisible Girl" and the "Golden Heir" stood alone in the dark. I couldn't leave him there. I called shi na but she never answered confused about what to do I struggled to lead him back to my apartment, my heart still raw from Sean's marriage news but racing with a new, terrifying adrenaline. I didn't know it then, but by dragging the drunken heir into my home, I had just walked into a thrilling, dangerous love story—one that would force me to shed my hoodies, face the wrath of a jealous Kim Shi-na, and finally show the world the beautiful woman I was before my 365 days were up.
Doviey_A · 2.9k Views

Ruinous Love

**WARNING** CONTAINS SCENES OF EXTREME PHYSICAL VIOLENCE AND SEVERE DISTRESSING PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA● In the shadowed stillness of the room, she stood transfixed amidst the onslaught of memories of a father now gone. Her tears fell not with a cry, but traced a path down her cheeks in a heavy, stifled silence. As his tall shadow loomed upon the threshold, a faint tremor of dread and uncertainty coursed through her. He stepped inside, moving forward slowly, until he stood close before her. For a fleeting moment, her gazed locked with his—those wild eyes said to carry the scent of blood and the weight of a dark, haunted past. But behind that predatory gaze, another truth was beginning to reveal itself. His fingers, trembling with uncertain restraint, reached towards her face; a touch so delicate it seemed impossible that these hands had ever closed around the cold hilt of a sword. He gazed into the girl's light brown eyes but, he was not looking at her; instead, deep within her eyes, he was searching for someone else. Then with his gentle hands, brushed the tears from her cheeks. With a fevered longing, he pulled her against his chest, as if he were chaining her to his very soul; he then buried his face in her hair. With every breath, he drank in the scent of her. The girl, eyes wet and body rooted in place by fear, yet burning like a furnace from sheer embarrassment, heard the rapid thrumming of his heart against her ear—a beat whose rhythm, like the tender words of a mother, offered solace to a broken heart. Her fear dissolved in the face of the man’s pure and evident grief. She lifted her shaking hands, clutched at his clothes, and in that heavy silence, allowed herself to rest in the chill of the embrace of that dangerous man.
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Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 278.4k Views