[Telah Dibukukan, Tidak tersedia di Gramedia] ❝Maafkan aku, bahkan hingga kau menutup mata, aku tak pernah bisa membahagiakanmu❞ ㅡLee Jeno ©tx421cph 200227 #1 in tragedy

[Telah Dibukukan, Tidak tersedia di Gramedia] The Last Series of J's Universe ❝Mereka adalah pasangan yang ditentukan oleh langit, dengan takdir yang dibuat di luar batas kemampuan manusia.❞ ©tx421cph

[Telah dibukukan, tidak tersedia di gramedia] ❝Percayakah kau akan sebuah reinkarnasi? Sebuah pengulangan tragedi kisah cinta yang dikenang sepanjang masa❞ Sebuah kisah, berlatarkan Tahun 2057 [Bahasa narasi baku ㅡau] ©tx421cph 190301 #1 in sci-fi 190301 #1 in scifi 190301 #1 in sciencefiction

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In a world of monsters, is it possible to find the beauty in each other? Ice melts... Power ignites... Bonds forge... Just in time to clash with the impending storm on its way. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "I think you have lost your mind," Soren suddenly muttered. Then it happened: Annika grinned. A glowing warmth lit inside, heating her cold interior. There was something extraordinary about the simplicity put into a grin. The anguish lessoned, and suddenly anything was possible. Surely the sky could fall if Annika could smile? "What makes you say that?" She asked as she continued her movements. The grin acted as a soothing balm on her aching heart. Annika might've been crazy to become so easily uplifted by an everyday facial expression, but crazy seemed like a much better term to be than slave. "Only a lunatic would approach me in my slumber." His eyes remained shut, and he didn't object to her petting, so Annika didn't stop. "Well... you wouldn't know if you were asleep?" "Mmm," the sound vibrated like a guttural hum, "I awoke the second you entered." "Did you?" Annika asked as she turned her head to study his face, but this time, his eyes were open, revealing those beautiful pits of colorless depths. --------------------------------------------------------------- (WARNING: MATURE CONTENT OF ALL KINDS *EMPHASIS ON THE ALL PART*) Highest Rank: 48 (thanks to you beautiful creatures)

When I met him on a rainy afternoon the air smelt like gardenias. My black oxford pumps were soaked from accidentally stepping on a puddle, and the tiny yellow umbrella I held up barely saved me from the chilly rain. When I met him on a rainy afternoon, the sky was pink and blue. I was starving and almost craving to smell the stuffy scent of my closed up home's small living room. When I met him on a rainy afternoon, his son held my feet out of the blue and called me 'mum'. He rushed out of the restaurant only seconds later, his cheeks a pale flushed hue. When I met him one day on a rainy afternoon, he looked up into my eyes and apologized. And inside my head, I thought to myself... what a lovely way to meet a lovely man on such a lovely rainy afternoon. ••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-•••••• 1st Draft - 15/03/18 2nd Draft - 08/08/20 Published : 28/08/21 | Paperback & Kindle Cover : Sierra Po Trailer : boba

Don't mess with the devil Momma always said Don't mess with the devil or you'll end up dead Don't look at his dagger-like eyes, they'll make you bleed Don't listen to his words, he'll lead you into fulfilling evil deeds Making him mad would be your biggest regret He'll make sure you pay an extra fee with your debt He slits throats and crunches bones with emotionless eyes While smirking maliciously with those dark red lips that spill lies He'll pretend to be friendly, give your cheek a poisonous peck But once he's done with you, he won't think twice before snapping your neck

"Who the hell are you?!" "I'm Hoshi, you?" In which Hoshi is a genie that appears everyday at 10:10. Started: July 25, 2016 Updates from : October 7, 2017 Until : October 29, 2017 Status : Completed. ≫Translations VIETNAMESE : @HoonOh

this book tells a story about a girl who still admired her past--as she thought it was beautiful. ranked #878 in short story; 18/06/17 bellaame, 2017

In which a boy helps a girl enjoy her last days.