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We didn't end because the love ran out. That would have been simpler-clean, explainable, the kind of ending you can wrap up with a sentence and survive. Instead, we ended the way long relationships sometimes do: quietly. Carefully. With a tenderness that made the damage feel almost polite. After years together, we had the kind of intimacy that turns ordinary things into vows-knowing each other's orders, falling into the same step on the sidewalk, keeping a spare key without ever questioning what it meant. And then the world around us started asking for proof that our love was "worth it." His family never called me a problem outright. They didn't need to. Disapproval arrived dressed as concern-soft-spoken, well-intentioned, impossible to argue with without looking ungrateful. We love you. We just worry. Be mindful. Don't give people something to talk about. Support came with edits. Acceptance came with conditions. And he-caught between duty and desire-began to protect me with omissions, hoping silence could spare me the feeling of being measured. It didn't. This story begins at the end: a breakup spoken in restaurant voices, a spare key slid back across the table, a cheap claw-machine charm clicking once like punctuation. Then it rewinds-through the last community banquet, the first "helpful" correction, the first time he chose peace over honesty-back to the night we won that stupid little charm and thought we'd found something that couldn't be touched. We were wrong. But for a while, we were perfect.

{ NOT A BTS FIC } "What's the one thing you can't live without?" Taz looked at me, brown irises steadily holding my gaze, eyes endearing. The faintest of smiles ghosted his lips, but there was no joy behind it. I almost didn't hear him say, "I think you already know the answer," before he finished his drink and slipped back inside. Almost. * * * In which an ordinary girl finds her peace through an unusually named boy. * * * {Highest Rankings} 7/19/18 - #1 in Asian American 8/11/18 - #8 in AMBW AN: she's unedited and very much a work in progress but she is my baby and we live for growth in this house

Welcome to my Kdrama and Chinese Drama Collection. All of the Dramas that are on here come from Netflix, Viki, or Amazon Prime. *Disclaimer* I do not own any of the shows that I mention in this book. This book is just to show my favorite dramas that I have watched. This book is just for fun.

It happens so quickly: one minute I think I'm having a moment with this blue-eyed stranger who offered me an empanada, the next, a girl crashes in on our conversation as she whines her way into the seat between us and right into the stranger's arms. What's more, she looks like those travelling hotties you see on Instagram who make sleeping in a tent in the middle of the forest in their underwear look glamorous. I guess life just isn't fair like that. Meraki Mori loves words, and has a fascination with words from around the world that the English language doesn't have a direct translation for. She sets out on a backpacking trip after graduation in search of these untranslatable words. But it seems she'll find more than what she was looking for after a chance encounter at an airport and the series of serendipitous events that follow. And maybe, just maybe, for the very first time in her life, Meraki Mori will find herself at a loss for words.

..... The elevator walls were mirrors on some sides making it difficult for the man to avoid looking at her standing right behind him. Unfortunately he caught her face . Time seemed to stop for him in that moment, he felt that nothing else in the world happening was important, just right now, this moment, this person. 'that face...' he was taken aback from from what he was saw. He couldn't help but steal a few more glances. Something about her seemed familiar,No, he was certain he knew this woman. And then wave of memories came flooding in. His brain playing where he knew this face,playing the memory of her ,he could hear her voice in his head again. "You should be strong. It's sad but it happens. Don't cry little prince". 'little prince'. He shook his head gently then took another look at her with his heart pounding inside his chest. 'Is this a dream?.. she looks like her.....',he stopped breathing,his emotions overwhelming him. He didn't want it to be a dream and if it was a dream he didn't want to wake up. She let out a small laugh at something she saw on her phone. "....and the same laughter, She's...... the one?", completely paralyzed with excitement He took more inspecting looks at her reflection certain she had similar facial features ...... The universe had finally brought her to him again and he wasn't going to let her disappear again. How's he going to ensure she doesn't disappear when he's too nervous to talk to her?. How do he even explain what this all is?

SHE LOVES ROSES🌹 AND HE'S MORE OF A DAISIES🌼 KIND OF GUY Rose Chestnut had a plan. She always did. She had her four years of high school planned perfectly; all her i's dotted and t's crossed. She had one unwavering goal: getting into the fashion program at her dream school, Pratt Institute. And she would stop at nothing to make her application look it's absolute best for the occasion. Terry Liu was, for lack of a better term, a mess. He knew few things for sure besides his love for football and was hoping to ride on that for college. Everything else came down to in-the-minute decisions, talk now think later kind of deal. And surely none of those plans included taking his mandatory art class. The one he'd been slyly charming his way out of for three years. When Terry joins Rose's art class halfway through the year, Rose is appointed by her college counselor to help him settle in and catch up. It's seemingly a win-win, Terry's life is made that much easier, while Rose gets to tie the finishing bow on her college application...and get paid while she was at it. The catch is, Rose absolutely despises Terry and would rather be doing anything besides seeing him on a regular basis. But despite Rose's negative feelings and Terry's indifference, the pair actually become something akin to friends...or maybe more?

Her name was Blaze Tilo, and she knew how to come in with guns a blazing.

Title. Labels. Why give a name about something that it's meaning is way more profound than anything else. Life should not have a label or a title. It should be lived and enjoyed for every second of breath. As soon as humans understand this way of thinking, everything changes. Alliza lived for 19 years letting people around her label everything for her, even the things that were more precious to her. As soon as she turns 20 she realizes that her whole life has been turned into something that wasn't what she dreamed of. In this journey you'll will see her changing her own life concepts and bloom as the most beautiful and scented rose that she is, and soon as the first petals began to bloom, love will be a consequence to happen in her amazing journey.

In a future ruled by a moral ranking system, your virtue determines your worth-and where you're allowed to live. Jun Park, a Tier 3 orphan raised to obey, becomes a target after questioning the system's logic. Pursued by enforcers and betrayed by the algorithm meant to protect him, Jun uncovers a truth too human for machines to process. Zhao, a high-ranking operative in the gleaming perfection of Tier 1, is sent to eliminate the threat. But Jun's defiance plants a seed of doubt-and in the sterile corridors of power, doubt is treason. As rebellion simmers at the edges and culture collides with control, a question rises: Can morality be measured? And if not, what happens to a world built on its calculation?

Natasha Li is going through a bit of a hard time. With the rise in anti-Asian hate crimes and the constant pressure from her mom to go to a top university, sometimes all she could think about is disappearing completely. One day, when a mysterious new student shows up to Natasha's high school, she notices that something about her seems different compared to everyone else. Natasha tries again and again to approach her but all she would receive is a cold stare before she is turned away. Just when all seems hopeless, Natasha notices a dead body on her way home from school, its skin slashed through with a knife, and its veins drained of all its blood. Gulping, she turns around. And sees her.

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"To capture Love in all its shades - dark, light, pastel, bright, neon - and every form it can take." She sends these messages off, one each week of February. At the end of each message, it says. Sincerely Yours, Love. ['Aimi's Love' won Best Blurb and 'My Land Shrouded With Mysteries' won Best Entry Mystery for the LoveShot Contest 2015]

~An anthology written for Asian American & Pacific Islander Heritage Month '23, '24, and '25~ It's no surprise that my stories are all written from the heart. I've been thinking, though - home is where the heart lives. Maybe I should write about my home this time around. These stories, accompanied with notes about identity and diversity, intertwine into a possibility of how culture shapes who we are today. Embark on adventures or relish in the little moments in life, filled with Chinese history, culture, mythology, and more - tidbits from where I live and where my heart lies. Each story will acclaim and pay tribute to where I am and what made me, me. After all, there's no shame in loving who you are. ------------------ Accolades: 🥇1st in the Glorious Awards 🥇1st in the Dazzle Awards: Random Category 🥇1st in the Brumous Collab Awards 2024: Best Opening Line 🥈2nd in the Categories Mini Awards: Best Opening Chapter 🥉3rd in the Valentine Awards: Diversity Genre

Light is dead but his memories stayed the same. He went down to earth in search of somebody to use. Until he found them

High school senior Kaylee Chen runs into her long-time crush Elliot Saengchan in the library, when they both reach for the same book. Their hands touch, their eyes meet and so begins a meet-cute, one for the books. --------------------------------------------------------- Original Short Story intended for ContemporaryLit Mini Romantics Challenge (100-500 words), BUT I didn't submit it in time, because procrastination is my vice of choice. However, I like the characters that came from it, so there will be more! Please vote and comment, if you thought it was cute. Thank you!

I am a 30 year old Asian-American woman from California who had a painful childhood. No, I didn't grow up poor and on paper and my family was financially stable; however, l experienced a series of physical and mental abuse even up to my early 20s. In order to survive, I accepted the strikes thrown and learned to adapt. This is one of my stories.

Raelynn Crawford can't remember the last time she spoke. She can however remember the last time she told someone she loved them. When her Papi was shot and killed in front of her. When she, her mother, and her sister move to San Diego, California, Raelynn expects to get through her last year High School by keeping her head down and minding her business. But when she meets outcast Yohan Lee, who has become completely infatuated with her, that might become harder than she thinks... This story contains mature language, viewer discretion is advised!

For Gabriella Allison Espinoza de la Torre, people are her worst fear. If she had a phobia, it probably be fear of people because she just can't seem to understand them, at all. For someone who has become an introvert, surrounded by people everywhere she goes, she finds it a tad bit difficult to handle but its doable. Her daily routine? Wake up, go to work, stay late till work, grab some coffee, continue working, then go home. It rarely changes. Sometimes stays the same. Well, until he comes along the way. Daniel Wang, the complete opposite and yet the most similar man to her she has ever met. Scary. note: lowercase intended <3 •• -thank you for reading, God bless! :)