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Girls are hard to break. Boys are difficult to resist. So, how can these opposing team survive the whole school year without 'killing' each other to the bones?
Soojung's been controlled by her parents, only finding freedom and happiness from her boyfriend and bestfriend. But, when an arrangement to choose for her spouse is on the works— with an ex-girlfriend who's bitter to get back one of her soon-to-husband, a feud amongst the first-class families (plus the second-class and, un
but, then, your eyes starts to wander; because they weren't looking at me—
Kim Taeyeon is tired of being called "innocent"— she has hormones, too! That's why when Kwon Jiyong insulted her of being a forever , she takes the initiative to prove him wrong. Problem is, when she made her first move, not only did her target got
BABY, BABY, BABY, BABY, BABY—PLAY ME, PLAY ME, PLAY ME, PLAY ME;
To be very precise on my side of the story (and to clean my stained record), I have to tell you first that I— Kim Yerim, or Yeri for short— am innocent. I am a cham
"Because, I've been waiting all my life for someone just like you. You're it." You're the Ultimate, You
there's a reason why a clueless muggleborn should never give a smitten pureblood a jewerly during special occasions. yeri learns about it the hard way... amongst all other things. (sort of... she's doing her best, okay?)
Isn't it funny how the one time I'm the one to break it off, I find it the hardest to let it go— to let you go. .
The one thing that striked her most was not how he left her repeatedly after she gave the relationship they have a chance, no. The hardest part for her was how everytime that certain timeline ends, she's the only one who knows about it.
"I'd do anything to help you, Sooj," her cousin protested with false sweetness. "I mean, it's not your fault that you're poor, a failure and still a loser." ##
come on, make it easy,
" all the words of the world is not enough.
can you make it not lonesome? can you make the tears stop?
he says, 'oh, baby girl, don't get cut on my edges; i'm the king of everything and— oh, my tongue is a weapon.
but then a noise did scare me from the tomb, and she, too desperate, would not go with me, but, as it seems, did violence on herself. — shakespeare, romeo & juliet.