She found herself forcefully reconciling with the person she almost dropped in the sea of unwanted memories. And he found himself torn between the past and the present.
Changmin, an ordinary boy... or so people would say. On the outside, he seems like an innocent boy who's never been in something ever related in violence. In fights, he would just surrender or accept the blows. That's the point of view for his friends and neighborhood. In his own world, his second world and life, he's unbeatable. He goes on missions to go out to assassinate people, takes on the most dangerous missions that even the best leagues don't accept to. During his missions, he encou
When you love someone, you need to let that person go. Because love isn't about claiming, but letting go.
“I was drizzle and she was hurricane.”
Teaser... Noises; all I can hear was a bunch of undefined noises. There were people arguing, fight
But what he remembered most about that night…. was the sound of her broken voice, pleading with him.
Welcome fellow LoveBeats. This is your leader Rasa speaking, So listen up because I can't stand repeating myself...
Son Ha Eun's a 16 years old girl, she's a little shy when it comes to make friends, but her true personality doesn't have anything to do with that. Because of her dad's company, she had to move, but the thing is, that she didn't know this would change her life, the friends she had and the things she loved to do...all of them would disappear because of
Pain. Excruciating pain. Severe, intense, unbearable pain. I writhed around as I desperately tried to escape, to let go of this pain and to just simply die. I wanted to die so much. This was pure torture, torture in its most sadistic nature. I felt my whole body go numb and my knees go weak. I felt my senses get lost and my nerves spasm. I felt my brain dull and my eyes close up. I felt pain jolting straight to the core of my heart. There was nothing more I'd like to do than to just simply
I hurriedly grabbed a pair of handcuffs and locked one of my arms to the bedpost. Once that was done,I realised that I forgot to lock my bedroom door.I considered unlocking myself, but it was too close to the time. All I could do was pray that no one would enter the room.
After being abandoned by her parents at five years old and having to survive on the streets all alone, Isa was taken in by a woman who felt sympathy for her after seeing her skinny dirty body and messy hair trying to save her bread from being ran over on the street. The nice woman didn't enroll her into school until three years later only because she wanted to reestablish the basics of her language at least and