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I Still Choose You (Yuri Hanamitchi)
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Complete, First published Sep 28
Esther had a rough life. Kingsground, daily fights, you name it. She was there. No-one had ever been able to calm her down. Not her friends, her fake friends, and certainly not her parents who were always too busy with work to pay attention to her.

But when she steps into HVIS after being expelled from her old shool, it all changes.

There, she meets Yuri Hanamitchi, a red-haired boy who quickly catches her eye, slowly but dangerously. And then there's Mark Keifer Watson, persistent, determined and never backing down, to Esther's irritation. 

But when the boys realise they are both falling for Esther, what happens? Does Esther pick? Or does she pick up the pieces after everything crumbles?

We Could've Been,
-By st4r_2010
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30 parts Ongoing

In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨