nana
Stories 34
Chapters 675
Words 2.9 M
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Reading 10 d, 5 h
“It’s been a while. May we go inside? This isn’t the place for a conversation.” Amanda didn’t give Rosie much time to dwell on the feeling. Her tone, like her posture, was confident and assertive. The timid little maid who used to trail after Rosie, asking endless questions, seemed to have vanished completely. “Rosie, I've cleared the small room at the back of the second floor. You know the one, right?” Katia approached, informing Rosie that the room was ready. “I’ll show you. Come…- 131.4 K • Ongoing
“…All right. Please.” Rosie replied weakly. “Yes, I'll do my best.” Andrew meant what he said, but things didn't go as planned. Despite scouring Limpinzel, and indeed the entire kingdom, they couldn't find a single handwriting expert who had been commissioned to forge Michael's signature. Rosie was anxious, but she couldn't bring herself to pressure Andrew. She knew he was truly doing everything he could. She tried to find something, anything, she could do herself, but faced with the immense…- 131.4 K • Ongoing
“Lady Leah?” It was Viscount Allen Barrett who, delighted by Lady Leah’s appearance, called out her name. He rushed toward her as she exchanged greetings with Clovis. “Lady Leah! Do you remember me? It’s Allen Barrett, the one you saved all those years ago.” “Oh, of course I remember you, Viscount Barrett. It’s been a while. You’ve grown into such a fine young man.” Lady Leah… the priestess who saved Allen from that incident where his mother disappeared and he nearly died?…- 123.2 K • Ongoing
- “Business and personal matters are separate. My finger isn't what's urgent right now….” “Your finger is what's important to me!” Oh, my goodness. There are people fighting for their lives right now. If you say my finger is more important than their lives, what does that make them? “Marquis Helion Zig. This isn't the time for such bickering.” I scowled at Helion and approached Reynard. He extended a hand towards me. “You’re right, but I also don’t want to see you lose a…
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“You’re going to be stuf—” “James.” An unexpected voice cut Genevieve off. “Oh my, I didn’t mean to interrupt. Carter, fancy seeing you here.” A delicate laugh followed. Genevieve peeked around to see who James was talking to. It was Julia Bauer. Unlike yesterday, she was dressed to impress. Her gown, while technically adhering to the rules, bordered on debutante-level finery. However, thanks to her natural beauty, it didn’t seem overly extravagant. “I was worried…- 95.1 K • Ongoing
- Thwack! Linea von Brickt’s arrow hit the bullseye. A second-year at Presban Academy, her shot marked the official start of the summer sports tournament. When it came to archery, St. John’s College couldn’t even be called mediocre, even with the most generous flattery. Genevieve had managed to snag a seat in the press box, only to watch her school swiftly eliminated in the preliminaries. Blanca, having witnessed the utter debacle, handed the match records to Wilhelm, the first-year from the…
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“But I can’t today.” Rosaline, upon seeing Edmund’s disappointed expression, felt an unexpected surge of relief. “What do you mean?” “I have prior engagements.” His words only solidified her relief; there was no trace of disappointment. She knew he was merely pressuring her, and so felt no particular regret at his departure. Yet, as he gazed intently at her, a strange sensation stirred within her chest. It was a feeling of tightness, yet also a flicker of familiarity in his…- 160.0 K • Ongoing
- Edmund watched her with an amused expression. His gaze made her feel strangely self-conscious. His crimson eyes were captivating, their beauty amplified by the alluring way he looked at her. The thought, strangely, helped her in the moment. She moved to capture his lips. He evaded her. Suspecting another playful maneuver, she followed his movement, only for him to dodge her again. A spark of defiance ignited within her. She caught his chin and pressed her lips against his. “Hmm…” His breathy…
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"Ah." "Shortsighted, simpleminded, and a bad choice. Just like all the villainesses this Author creates." She was right. The Author's villainesses were always the same. Driven by simple jealousy, they tormented the female lead without any depth of character or emotional complexity. They were so two-dimensional that I often wondered if the stories would be criticized for it. But either the Author didn't care about such critiques, or perhaps clichés simply worked. It was a habit she couldn't…- 161.8 K • Ongoing
- Red hair, red eyes, and a dress as scarlet as blood. At first glance, it's a combination that could easily overwhelm, yet somehow, Camilla effortlessly carried the intense hues. She looked like a single, perfect red rose, gliding into the room. "Shall we finish the conversation we started earlier?" Her voice, refined and elegant, made my throat tighten. "What conversation?" "In the infirmary. I don't think I expressed myself properly." Her low tone made me frown. "All I…
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