Elindeki yüzüğe baktı genç kız. Mahallede her zaman dalga geçtiği, adını insandan bozma koyduğu, yıllarca aşağıladığı adam ile nişanlıydı artık. Bol ve uzun pantolonu, dede kazağı ve uzun sakalları ile ilgiyi nasıl üzerine çektiğini anlamıyordu. Mahalledeki kızların dalga geçtiği içten içe hayranlık duyduğu biri oldu...
[Bazen doğru insanı yanlış seversin.] Hüzünlü bir güzellikti adam. Acıyla karılmış; azapla yoğrulmuştu... Ama öyle güzeldi ki, genç kadın biraz daha yaklaştı yatağa. Gözleri kapalı olduğundan göremediği şiir işli bakışlarının bergüzarına sarılıp kahverengi saçlarının alnına dokunuşunu, kaşlarının gözlerini saran kavsi...
di dalam kereta yang ramai dan berisik, ada dua siswa laki-laki duduk di seberang Kim Dokja, satu dengan rambut merah darah, yang lain dengan rambut putih, remaja berambut merah menunjukkan rasa jijik terhadap remaja berambut putih, yang berdiri di sana. tanpa henti memuji beberapa legenda aneh? karakter milik penulis...
Bahkan jika kita berhasil mengatasi masa lalu, itu tetap menjadi bekas luka yang ingin kita sembunyikan. Tapi ketika bekas luka tidak sembuh dengan baik, mereka bisa terbuka lagi. Jadi apa yang terjadi ketika bekas luka dari masa lalu Cale terungkap.
>[[COMPLETED]]< Everything comes with a price. That is the basic knowledge in the world. Years after the war, the redhead had finally reached his dream of slacking off. Yet he did not know it will come to this. Former Commander Cale Henituse is dying, and everyone realized it too late.
Cale telah pindah ke apartemen baru setelah masuk ke universitas di kota. Tidak ada lagi saudara kandung yang memaksanya melakukan pekerjaan rumah, tidak ada lagi orang tua dengan harapan atau kesalahpahaman yang tinggi setiap kali dia secara tidak sengaja mendapat nilai bagus pada sesuatu, dan tidak ada seorang pun y...
[Fanfic terjemahan] [Amethystrider] Ringkasan: Sedang mengalami masalah rambut. Cale luar biasa. Eruhaben dan Rosalyn ingin masuk. Penulis asli : Yoo ryeo han Penulis fanfic : Amethystrider Sumber : Ao3
Cale, who was forced to rest everyday after he stabbed himself with the dagger, woken up in the world which he's familiar with, Korea. But he was so sure that it is also not his world. Not only that, his body which is tall, now turned into a small one. How did this all happen? Well, of course, it's no one other than G...
What if White star took Cale's younger twin's body and manipulated Cale because he know that Cale can kill him easily.
Fanfic ini terjadi di chapter 570 atau lebih, ketika Alberu membuka matanya sebagai Macan Kegelapan, dengan POV-nya karena kesalahpahaman sangat berharga.
"What's your favorite color?" It was a fine random day when he remembered that dorky brunet asked him. Kim Rok Soo never really answered him that day. However, if one ever asked him that question again, he's ready to answer this time-
Each dragon has a hoard. They are known for hoarding gold, gems, and anything that catches their fancy. Raon's hoard is a little. . .different. Trash of the Count's Family.
Raon (On and Hong tags along) meeting Kim Rok Soo in a different universe, hours before his days as Cale Henituse. Basically Raon accidentally caused an error in the universe and this error caused him to meet Kim Rok Soo in a different dimension hours before him becoming Cale Henituse. He talks to Kim Rok Soo about...
Cale saw his companions falling. He could not see them anymore. He could not bear to see them anymore. He could never ever bear to see them like that again. Yes, he would never ever let that happen again. **** A spin off of my other oneshot XD Well, I dont know if you'd like it but anyways.
"Living Dream Catcher" One of many ridiculous nickname that his colleagues gave him as Kim Rok Soo was based on that ornament originated from the West... Well, that transmigator had never thought that even as Cale, the spirit of that nickname lives on.
The whole world was in a state of emergency. Cale Henituse, The hero who would never be seen again, was running away. 'Is the world going to end?' Everyone thought. ----- The cover art is from Manhwa and does not belong to me. Credit to LCF manhwa artist, Pen4.
[COMPLETED] Everything around him was blurry. His body aching painfully despite the common fact that his ancient power should've healed his wounds by now. Cale couldn't even utter a low whine when he felt his wrist burn at the painful friction of the rope that was tying him. "Cale." The redhead looked at the source...
The war is over no one really died but something is wrong here they can feel it. They feel like they lost something precious. Something seem to be missing and empty. They won the war and everything is over now but why aren't they happy. They are missing something. No. Someone. Who is this mysterious red haired person...
"I DECLARE WAR TO THE PAERUN KINGDOM!" "CLOPEH SEKKA, YOU BETTER HIDE YOUR ASS YOU BASTARD!" One day, Cale woke up with the news that statues of him are laid out around the continent.
This is already 2 years after White Star was defeated. Cale stands on the balcony, staring at the long distance. Tomorrow will be 8th November... But, no one will talk about it. Choi Han and Alberu seem not to care too... It's already 2 years since two punks not even said happy birthday to him. 'Maybe, I'm the one wh...
It has been one year since the war with the white star. On one day Cale suddenly felt sick, it turn out he is growing wings. Eruhaben seems to know the reason. And what will it be?? --- These events does not happen it the actual fic!
"How did I ended up like this? Cale was staring at his imagine on the mirror...he was a child again. ~~~ I decided to rewrite this fic from the beginning, bc my writing skill were really cringe 2 years ago and I couldn't stand it anymore, also I was eagerer to add more chapters to the story, as new ideas came to my mi...
'I know that I shouldn't have trusted them' as that bluish half translucent screen hovers above his head, Cale realized that he really should learn to stop jinxing himself every fucking time. 《Just one SSS-level scenario that's way too long to be put in [Constellation's Test/Musing]》
Peki ya biz? Açılmak üzere duran süslü bir kurdale miyiz? Yoksa açılması neredeyse mümkün olmayan gösterişsiz bir kördüğüm mü?
