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Han Yeoreum finds a letter stuffed between the pages of an old library book asking her to save Min Yoongi from himself.
Kim Eunbyul* is forced to marry Park Chanyeol, the self-proclaimed hotshot playboy of SM High School, aka the worst love story you'll read on the internet. Hilarity ensues.
People always stepped into The Bookstore in search of a great something. For some, that great something was love. For others, an answer to a seemingly unsolvable question. And for others still, that great something was a chance to be heard. vellichor (n): the
Ahn Sora hates irritating people, and Kim Jongin, SM High School’s resident player/kingka, fits that definition to a T. However, when their lives become intertwined, Sora finds herself thrown into a crazy rollercoaster of emotions…and maybe even love.
Henry finds himself in disbelief when a birthday fairy pops into his room and grants him one wish.
“Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness.”
"One day, I won't be counting dollars anymore. And when that day comes, we'll be counting stars instead."
If you fold a thousand cranes, you will be granted one wish.
Kim Hanbyul is forced to marry Kris Wu, some rich and handsome man from some rich company. While she’d rather spend her time sleeping in her room, she eventually agrees to the marriage. Will she survive? And more importantly, will she fall in love?
So I’m sitting on my couch on a Saturday night, when someone begins to pound on my door. I ignore it for a bit because I figure that it’s my next-door neighbor, Do Kyungsoo. The pounding gets irritating, so I pause my television and stomp toward the door. Turns out, the source of the ruckus isn’t my foolish neighbor. It’s my
Plots here, plots there, plots everywhere! Submit a prompt for adoption here.
It's Christmas Eve, and Minji wonders what she should get Jongdae for Christmas, his least favorite holiday.
Park Cheon Sa makes a contract with a demon so that she may find her brother's murderer and get revenge.
A writing contest dedicated to winter. Status: Closed
“I don’t paint dreams or nightmares; I paint my own reality.”
Yixing hated the girl who was flawless without trying, until he learned that even she was imperfect.
When everything else failed, he remembered the one thing he still had.
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My older brother, Kim Sunggyu, foolishly told my parents that he would take care of me for a few months while they moved from North Jeolla to Seoul. Of course, we were never blood-related; I was adopted right before Sunggyu auditioned for SM Entertainment years ago. At the orphanage, I was known as Hana because I was the oldest child there. I guess that name stuck, because Sunggyu’s mom and dad kept that name for m
Not once in my life did I believe I had friends. I guess I never looked in the right places.
Due to one unfortunate incident, Kim Yukwon ends up befriending his crush, Lee Minyoung, as well as her twin brother, Lee Minhyuk, both of whom are quite eccentric and like to stick to themselves. Will Yukwon survive?
“True love is not how you forgive but how you forget, not what you see but what you feel, not how you listen but how you understand, and not how you let go but how you hold on.”
You made me into a better person. You saw the worth in me when others threw me away. But what am I to you? A younger sister? Can’t you see that my feelings run deeper than that?
"Friendship isn't about whom you have known the longest. It's about who came and never left your side."
"Why do we wait until it is too late? Why do we let someone else have what we were too scared to reach out and take?" --Unknown
It started off as a favor to a man I met at an English-speaking restaurant and turned into my full time job. I never expected that teaching English to Korean idols would be something I would pursue; English, although my first language, was never something I excelled in during elementary or middle school. I didn’t even have a degree to teach it. Yet, I found myself taking it s
My boyfriend can't say that he loves me. He can't say that he'll protect me. He forgets our dates, my birthday, and his wallet. I've been there for him when he needed me, but never the other way around. I love him. He may not be the best boyfriend in the world, but I love him with a
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