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In the ruthless world of Aether Wars esports, Black midlaner Kiana "Shadowfox" Reynolds dominates with lethal precision and unyielding fire. Her sworn enemy: stoic Korean top laner Min-jae "Ironwall" Park, whose unbreakable defense and cold fury have crushed countless opponents. What begins as vicious online clashes erupts into real-world venom-trash talk in arenas, near-brawls at tournaments, stolen glances thick with hate. Forced proximity, betrayals, scandals, and heart-stopping matches slowly unravel their walls. Enemies become something more in the crucible of pressure, passion, and the fight for a world championship. A slow-burn interracial romance forged in blood, sweat, and the glow of the rift. ©️ Relle H

She was never supposed to be seen. Not by the palace. Not by a prince. Not by a court that had already decided what she was worth before she spoke a single word. Mi-ran tends palace gardens in Joseon-era Korea, her mind sharp as any scholar's, her world deliberately kept small by people with every reason to keep it that way. When a lantern festival puts her face and a crown prince's gaze in the same moment, something begins that neither of them is permitted to name. The court will not allow it. Lady Seon-mi will not allow it. Tradition, hierarchy, and centuries of rigid certainty about who belongs where will not allow it. They will do more than refuse it. They will attempt to end it. What follows is not a fairytale. It is an exile, a transformation, and the long hard road back to a palace that does not know what it is looking at when she walks through the gate. Mi-ran returns from the Ming Dynasty not as the gardener who was sent away but as something no one prepared for. The court that destroyed her built the version of her that will take them apart. But love was never the only cost. The people she loved paid portions of what she owed. The grief she carries is real and it does not dissolve in triumph. The man who signs her exile order loves her. Both of these things are true. Some love stories end at the altar. This one is only beginning there. A historical interracial romance set between Joseon Korea and the Ming Dynasty.

Destiny was given a chance to pursue her dreams. She always wanted to be famous and now is her chance. But it wouldn't be easy...Luckily, she was in a group with her three best friends. So, how bad could it be? ________________________________________ Picrews I used in this story: Picrew 1) https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2067455 Picrew 2) https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1965867 ___________________________________________ Started: 2/11/2020 Republished: 11/28/2020 Republished again: 5/19/2024

Shauna Gibbs arrived at Westmont Academy carrying everything she could not put down - the memory of her father's voice, the silence he left behind, and a promise she intends to keep no matter what it costs her. She did not come looking for anyone. She came to build something her father would recognize, something worth the grief. Evan Park arrived carrying his own wreckage - the kind that hides behind a clean jawline and a football jersey and a grandmother's house so large it echoes when you walk through it alone. He is disciplined and guarded and quietly devastated, and he is not looking for anything either. They find each other the way people find each other when they are not paying attention to where they are walking. What builds between them is not fast. It is not simple. It is chosen, deliberately and quietly, against the weight of other people's expectations, against a friendship that is not what it appears to be, against a world that has opinions about who belongs with whom and says so in the ways that worlds always say things - in looks and rooms and doors that open for some people and close for others. And then everything that was quietly building between them cracks open. All at once. In the worst possible way. Where the Light Stopped is a slow-burning interracial romance and psychological suspense novel about grief and its aftermath, about what love costs when the world around it is actively trying to undo it, and about what remains of two people when everything they built has been stripped to the foundation. This story does not rush. It does not look away. And it does not promise you easy. ©️ Relle H.// R. H.

She built her reputation by making luxury goods and elegant lifestyles look effortless, mastering the art of seeming natural amid opulence. He built his image around making loneliness appear charming and artistic, turning solitude into an aesthetic statement. Neither of them anticipated the night that would unravel everything they had so carefully crafted-two individuals who should never have met, reaching for something that was not quite each other and instead discovering a raw, unspoken truth neither was prepared to confront. Seoul had taught her how to navigate and survive in rooms where she was constantly being scrutinized and measured twice over, her every gesture weighed and analyzed. The spotlight had shown him how to be visible and admired without revealing himself or overrevealing. But between hotel corridors with muted lighting and cozy coffee shops tucked just off bustling main streets, between train rides that blurred the boundaries between cities, and silences that lingered one beat too long, something shifted-gradually, subtly, yet irreversibly. Not dramatically. Not overnight. An unchangeable shift. This is not a story about finding the right person easily. It is a story about becoming honest enough to recognize truth when it appears, brave enough to reach for it, and patient enough to rebuild from the wreckage of everything that came before. In a world where curated images are currency and love can be used as leverage, choosing each other could cost everything. And yet, they chose. © _RelleLebby_// R. L.

She was used to being the only one - the only Black face in crowded rooms, the only voice speaking a different language, the only person who knew that survival sometimes meant keeping your head down and your feelings buried so deep even you forgot where you left them. He was born into a world where everything was handed to him before he knew to want it - money, status, a future mapped out in boardrooms and expectations. He raced because it was the only place he felt free. The only place where speed meant escape instead of performance. They should never have met. They definitely should never have kept meeting. But Seoul had a way of bringing people together in the spaces between neon and rain, between engine roar and silence, between the person you showed the world and the person you hid beneath your skin. What started as annoyance sharpened into something that cut. What started as rivalry twisted into obsession. And what started as two people who had no business needing each other became the only thing keeping them both from drowning. This is not a love story about perfect people finding perfect happiness. This is a story about damaged souls, dangerous secrets, and the devastating cost of choosing truth over loyalty. About the rhythm of blood and engines and heartbeats that refuse to stay in time. About what survives when everything else burns.

She came to Gwangju to outrun a version of herself she no longer recognized, carrying nothing but a sealed envelope and the particular courage of a woman who had learned that wanting something openly was its own kind of risk. The letter was never meant for him. He was leather and silence and the kind of history that made people lower their voices when his name surfaced in conversation. He was also twenty, younger than her by two years, and carried in those years a compression that made him seem older in the ways that mattered and younger in the ways that hurt. He read what she wrote to another man, and instead of mocking her, he handed it back with two fingers and told her the other man did not deserve it. What followed was not a love story that rushed. It was built in back alleys behind soup restaurants, in the weight of phone calls that arrived after midnight, in the vibration of a motorcycle between her thighs and the particular freedom of moving fast enough that the past could not keep pace, in the slow and terrifying process of learning that the walls they had constructed were not decorative-they were load-bearing, built against real things, and opening a door in them for another person required a courage neither of them took lightly. Gwangju was alive with drama, tension, grief, and warmth, and the city did not protect its people from consequence. Friendships cracked under pressure. A past she believed she had outrun arrived with the calm of someone who had never accepted her leaving. Love arrived through the wrong door and refused to leave quietly. And not everything that broke was put back together the way it had been before. This was a story about what happened when two people who had survived real things finally encountered someone worth surviving for. It was mature, unhurried, and deeply human, and it did not look away from the cost of becoming someone who could actually be loved.

I wouldn't believe it. Refused to believe it. His words went against everything I'd been told by those around me- everything I'd told myself. I was ugly and that was the end of it. I was an outcast who didn't need or even deserve the affection of anyone other than my family and best friend. From the moment I'd entered middle school, I learned this. I reminded myself of it every day so that I couldn't get hopeful, so that I wouldn't make an embarrassment of myself by thinking that anyone else could view me differently from the masses. I wasn't pathetic. I was a dreamer, but I wasn't stupid. So why, WHY, was I letting one boy open the gates that led into the maze of my true personality, letting him see things that I'd be ashamed to let anyone else see about myself? Why was I purposely setting myself up for the worst heartbreak I'd ever experience just so that everyone could tell me that I only had myself to blame afterward? And above all things, why did this boy seem genuine in his efforts to erase my insecurities and replace them with the staples of self-confidence?

──❝I know it's tempting to kiss me, don't be afraid of entering a new world. Let me control you, let me take over you.❞

Only the innocent kids know the innocent Things

Noun. side piece (slang) A mistress; a woman with whom a man carries on a physical affair/emotional affair without having the intention of forming a serious relationship **EDITING** **Started: September 2019** **Ended: October 08, 2019** -Warning: Possible cursing, racism/colorism, and sexual content. *unedited, will have spelling/grammar mistake

Originally pub 2014 & edited and republished Abena and Ki, were childhood pen pals whose lives were irrevocably changed by a tragic accident, placing Abena, then known as Nani in a seven year coma, just months before college and the death of Ha-na -Abena's sister and Seong-ho-Ki's brother. With Abena and Ki reunited in adulthood under complicated circumstances. They are both grappling with past traumas and a resurgence of feelings they thought were long buried. Ki, now a successful lawyer, finds himself inexplicably drawn to Abena, his new coworker, but is unable to recognize her as his former confidante. Abena, on the other hand, struggles to reconcile her past emotions for Ki while navigating her newfound life in Seoul, including an uncertain engagement to a man who sees her more as a friend than a prospective wife. Overwhelmed by her precarious circumstances, she must wrestle with whether to reveal her true identity to Ki and possibly unravel the fragile peace they have constructed. As secrets are unveiled and past misdeeds resurface, Abena and Ki must confront their shared past and decide whether their intertwined future is worth the potential heartbreak

"𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖,"

"It's about 6 AM into the New Year, and Alex and Jimin are both sure it's going to be another crappy one... Though if they shyly admit, there is one thing that doesn't sound too bad...and that's possibly spending the whole year with each other." - It only took the span of one year for the pessimistic Alexis Thompson and the blunt asshole Park Jimin to fall for each other...but no one said falling in love was going to be easy, as the months go by in between. A short story. ©GreenRules95 (Interracial/AMBW) RANKINGS: #29 - AMBW (23/2/19) STATUS: Complete (but will be re-editing all chapters)

𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖩𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗇, 𝖪𝗂𝗆 𝖳𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖩𝖾𝗈𝗇 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝖣𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌.

"i don't know who yuri is but she sounds like a hoe lol" lowercase intended

ˢᵘᵍᵃ y aren't you texting me anymore lol? ᵃˢⁱᵃᵇᵃᵉ Cause ion fw you . . . . . . ˢᵘᵍᵃ I'm better than him ᵃˢⁱᵃᵇᵃᵉ stfu bitch..no you're not... . . "What if I was him..." "I'll suck yo dick"

Even in the darkest hours; light still shall prevail He lived most of his childhood in the endless darkness created in his mind. Seeing no end to the darkness, he found solace in music, using it as a temporary paralysis. Music became his life, his blood, his dream,....... His first love. Backed into corner with depression beating and breaking him down, his was completely lost. Well that was until he met her..... ~ I watched in complete awe. Everything about her was perfect at this moment. The way the Seoul sunset glittered against her beautiful toffee skin. The way her long black her floated the air behind her. The way her white dress clung to her beautiful curvy body. My heart pounded to the rhythm of the music as she danced, freely. I heard someone clear their throat, snapping me out of my daze. I felt my knees go weak as she smiled at me showing her pearly white teeth and dimples. "See sometimes you just need to let go and be free. Get out of your own mind and just feel the music around you." ~

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highschool!au you x park jimin (Reader insert) "Can I tell you something?" "Go ahead." "It's a miracle we ever met."