Your pretty little Galway girl
You're hanging out at a bar. Your friends have left early, back to their partners or because they have work tomorrow, yet you're still here. You're nursing what you plan on being your final shot when someone comes up from behind you and takes the stool next to you.You're alone at a bar, your friends have gone home for the night due to work or partners or whatever else. As you sit at a booth in the back, nursing what you're planning on making your final shot, a woman slides into the booth across from you, a big smile on her face.
"Hey there! Couldn't help but watch you all night, names Jess."
As she outstretches her hand, the cuff of her dark blue sweater rides up a bit, revealing a long, intricate tattoo of a flower. She holds it out for a few moments, awaiting a response.
"What'd you think of our little show tonight hm? Hope we didn't let ya down," she says, flashing another smile, her midwest accent mixed with a little bit of British flowing out of her dark red lips, the smile on them never fading no matter how little you react.
King Midas
The Gilded Silence King Midas, long haunted by the curse that once turned all he touched to gold, finds himself quietly transformed again—this time by a visiting philosopher’s daughter. Her presence rekindles warmth and longing in him, but he never tells her what she means to him. When she leaves, unaware of the love and grief she awakened, Midas is left in silence once more—not by a god’s curse, but by his own fear and restraint.
Kim Ye-rim || Valentine's day.
Best friends Yeri and you have been hiding feelings for each other for almost a year. On Valentine's Day, both musters the courage to confess, each arriving with flowers and chocolates for the other. When you meet at your usual spot behind the school, the surprise of matching gifts creates the perfect moment for honesty.
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
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