nana
Stories 34
Chapters 675
Words 2.9 M
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Reading 10 d, 5 h
Footsteps echoed hollowly as I dragged myself forward. Dawn was breaking beyond my bedroom window, the usual chorus of insects strangely absent. The serene blue light rippling through the thin curtains made my stomach churn. Arven sat on the bed. He watched me enter, then sighed softly. “Back already? And why the long face?” “Move.” At my gesture, he shifted, awkwardly maneuvering his large frame to the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped where he’d been sitting. I ignored the indentation…- 161.8 K • Ongoing
“Yes. I heard it crying after it fell.” Looking up, Mia spotted a bird’s nest high in the branches, and the agitated chirping of what were presumably its parents. “But I cannot see…” Despite his blindness, he seemed to have a remarkably accurate sense of the nest’s location. Mia recalled hearing that some highly skilled clerics developed heightened senses. “Shall I put it back?” Mia…- 250.6 K • Ongoing
- Mia’s lips parted slightly. The young noblewoman, ever a lover of romantic tales, pressed on with her questions. “Does your heart race?” “Um. W-when we’re close?” “Not physical contact! Just… that fluttering feeling when your eyes meet!” “Oh…” Mia’s face flushed crimson as her jaw worked soundlessly. “So, there is someone!” “S-sometimes…?” “Does his voice linger in your ears, or keep replaying in your mind?” “Th-that too,…
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I know why. Do you know someone named Hana? I’d heard she was searching for Hana in the Bervein territory. From Ratel’s perspective, she must have thought I, in my female form, was Hana. Hadn't I lied, claiming to be Bervein’s half-sister? But since Hana wasn't here, Ratel likely assumed Bervein had killed or disposed of me to hide his shame. “What brings the busiest person in the empire here?” “There was a peace treaty with Bahart.” Demia, watching the workers leave,…- 140.9 K • Ongoing
- After Kelion left, I gazed at the sky through a hole in the tent. The sky above Bywood, famed for its fierce winds, was strangely calm. Xavian will be fine at the temple. There are plenty of good people there, right? My gaze snagged on the dark silhouette of Lextis in the distance. A dragon. Xavian always loved dragons. I suddenly remembered the dragon doll I’d given him to take to the temple. He’s probably cuddling it in his sleep. A small smile touched my lips at the thought. I then returned…
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*** For several days after returning from Asius, Katrina didn’t leave her room. The arduous journey had caught up with her, bringing a wave of fatigue. Her days consisted of eating, resting briefly, and then sleeping again. “Lady Katrina appears to be asleep again,” was the report he received that morning. She somehow managed to resolve the incident and return. No one, not even Damian, had expected her to succeed. “Keep watching her,” Damian instructed the maid. The household staff…- 123.0 K • Ongoing
She had told the gypsies she would do anything to send him back, but a part of her wanted to run. She’d been hesitant to tell him about the possibility of using the painting to return him. An unfamiliar mix of emotions swirled within her. Then, when he’d given her the bracelet, a question arose in her mind. Did Han think of me while choosing this bracelet? What was he feeling when he gave it to me? What kind of life did he lead in his own world? Did he have someone he loved? The moment she…- 150.7 K • Ongoing
- Sasha's words had struck a nerve. He'd told her to send him back, to absolve herself of responsibility, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was burdening her. He’d always considered himself quick to forget kindnesses shown, but perhaps that wasn't entirely true. “Is it so hard to say thank you? Must you always beat around the bush?” “…It’s not like that.” He retorted sullenly. A token of gratitude. Was it, truly? Heiner watched her, her face bright with a smile. He felt a…
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"I'd like to speak with Rosie privately. Would you excuse us?" Caithlin requested. "I'll have someone show you to the tea room," Michael responded smoothly, summoning a servant to open the door. Caithlin, as if separating Rosie from a plague, quickly ushered her into the tea room. Rosie worried about Michael's feelings, but he seemed unaffected. He rarely cared about anyone other than her. As soon as the tea room door closed and the servants' footsteps faded, Caithlin’s voice, laced with…- 131.4 K • Ongoing
- The road to Limpinzel was strangely peaceful. Yet, Rosie couldn't enjoy the peculiar tranquility. Michael's upcoming trial, where he was summoned as a key witness, weighed heavily on her mind. "Dr. Hurtman's death…" she murmured, lost in thought as the carriage rattled along. She had never met Dr. Hurtman during her time at the Kanies Manor in Rutherfield, but she knew he had been Michael's sole physician during his childhood and that he had abused him. "He even used electroshock…
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