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    Emerlyn

    Stories 8
    Chapters 612
    Words 1.1 M
    Comments 356
    Reading 3 days, 16 hours3 d, 16 h
    • TIN 3

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      by Emerlyn — "He asked if I wanted to go with him, and I said no." I suppose I should be thankful that I'm not yet considered "merchandise" to be sold here. If I were, I would have no choice in the matter, but at least I could make a show of declining the proposal. Furthermore, Ling-Ling mentioned that when Wang Wei first inquired about the price, the boss had quoted an outrageously high amount. Claiming that I wasn't for sale and that I was too valuable, it seemed like he was just waiting for the right…
    • TIN 2

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      by Emerlyn — "Phew." Standing in front of the ornate entrance, I took a moment to fix my appearance. I double-checked the nametag that Lingling had fixed, and lightly shook off the cigarette smell from my hair. It would be troublesome if I was mistaken for using drugs. "I've brought the liquor you ordered." I knocked lightly on the door. There was no response from inside, but I gently turned the doorknob and opened the door. The room was filled with a thick haze of smoke, with a stronger smell than Lingling's…
    • TIN 1

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      by Emerlyn — There were things that come to mind when I close my eyes. The scorching sun, the shimmering ripples that seem to break, the sound of crashing waves, and the pungent smell of seawater mixed with humid air. The events of that day when ordinary things were suddenly turned upside down for me. '...What is this?' I remember the moment when a beam of light seeped into the pitch-black darkness. My shoulders, crammed into a narrow box, ached, but the space was too tight for even a small groan to escape. My…
    • BHB 1

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      by Emerlyn — Han Yeowon leaned against the wall, his face pale. He looked as if he might collapse if he didn’t hold on to something. What did I just see...? He had simply headed to the student department office as usual. Having skipped a liberal arts class, he had plenty of time until his next class and needed somewhere to kill time. He planned to work on an assignment, but as he got closer, faint sounds reached his ears—heavy breathing, gasping as if someone was struggling to catch their breath, and a voice,…
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