Where Every Story Blooms

    Cherry

    Stories 2
    Chapters 97
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    • BSGE 69

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      by Cherry 'It will work out. It has to.' Beatty drew strength from her friend's words, steeling herself as she spoke again. “Won’t you drink it?” "Wh-what? What are you saying? Why would I drink your medication?" Her refusal rang hollow. Firina trembled with an intensity that betrayed far more than simple disinterest. The Duke's brow furrowed as he observed her strange reaction. ‘Surely not...’ Previous investigations had found no trace of poison. The medical reports were…
    • BSGE 31

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      by Cherry He still recalled it vividly. In that cold winter, the helpless feeling of a father, who had to let go of his hand and could only watch the disease of the young deepening. As the cold in the North intensified, Baby's breathing slowed down. ‘Baby….’ Then, it became increasingly difficult to control his hands and feet, and in the end, he lost his consciousness. Later, it was rare for him to have the time when he came to his senses altogether. Tightly. Recalling the nightmare-like…
    • BSGE 56

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      by Cherry "…It didn't come?" (t/n: now, Beatty uses 안 왔어요 = (it) didn’t come, which is already using honorifics and more polite, and not informally.) "Yes." Tak. Only then did the maid let go of her hand which had tightly gripped Beatty's wrist as she smiled. "Please say it like that from now on." Voices mixed with ridicule passed through the ears of Beatty, who cupped her reddened wrist. "How bad would I feel if I hear informal speech from a nobody, much less a kid?” Beatty…
    • TE 12

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      by Cherry "My sister, my spouse, I have come into my garden: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, friends, drink, and be drunk with love. I slept, but my heart was awake. Listen! my beloved is knocking. 'Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is wet with dew, my locks with the drops of the night.' I had put off my garment; how could I put it on again? I had…
    • BSGE 68

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      by Cherry  "Well, I can't say it's entirely impossible, but..." Ather glanced at the dark clouds surrounding him, quickly masking his surprise before continuing. "Unless one is born with an exceptionally strong beast-kin power, it would be possible." "Is that so? Hmm, I wonder if Ritter possessed such formidable power," Beatty mused aloud. Catching the unexpected name, Ather inquired.  "Ritter... you mean His Highness, the Second Prince?" "Yes," Beatty replied nonchalantly, seemingly…
    • BSGE 67

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      by Cherry “What?” The word hung in the air, fragile and sharp-edged. Execution? The Duke's voice was measured, almost clinical, as he explained why he couldn't immediately sentence the Viscountess to death. His gaze settled on Beatty's startled expression, reading the subtle tremors of shock that rippled across her features. "Naturally, I could sever her neck at any moment if you wished. However, I'm keeping her alive because of the medicinal treatment she brought." "Medicinal…
    • TE 11

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      by Cherry “You..., you like that so much?” Seo-ha bit her lower lip, she searched for the perfect insult to pull the man back into reality. Abruptly, a mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes as she feigned madness, running her tongue over her lips with deliberate slowness, silently daring him to go to hell. "Why take someone else's wife when you could do that kind of thing with any other decent woman?" Seo-ha asked innocently. Tae-beom's eyes narrowed like a snake when he heard the question. At…
    • BSGE 66

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      by Cherry "But the real sword is still dangerous for you." "Uh……" Beatty was just hesitant to answer because he didn't know how to accept this, but the Duke nodded as if he understood everything. "It's hard to accept early things." Aslan's young lions were a regular thing. The cubs, unable to control their overflowing power, used to want to wield the real sword before they could complete their proper posture with a wooden sword. "But using a real weapon when you're not used to it is a burden on…
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