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SAVE MY WRETCHED SOUL.

⚠️ THIS BOOK CONTAINS A LOT MATURE CONTENT ⚠️ ​ THIS BOOK IS CURRENTLY FREE ...... He had everything. He had reached the pinnacle of fame. His name was a household name. Everything he touched turned to gold. Every movie or drama he worked on gained success. It was 1999 midnight was fast approaching and people were skeptical that the world would end when the clock struck midnight. Then he fell. He fell off his balcony into a cold dark swimming pool covered in ice. But fate had more in store for him. He woke up twenty five years later in a struggling twenty-three-year-old body. ******* A story that follows sunghoon(haru ) through this new life, alongside Raiven a top kpop idol, as they redisvover what love and friendship truly is. ******* ​"I love you. All of you," Haru whispered, his forehead resting against Raiven’s. His arm remained anchored around Raiven's waist, holding him steady, pulling him close with a gentleness that suggested he was afraid even the slightest force might break the man beneath him. ​Raiven let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes as he surrendered to Haru's warm embrace. ​Haru buried his face in the crook of Raiven’s neck, his breath warm against the skin. ​"If you keep saying things like that, I might just have to pin you down and fuck you again," Raiven murmured, a small, tired smirk tugging at his lips. ​Haru let out a soft, melodic chuckle, his lips grazing Raiven’s pulse point. Raiven’s skin reacted instantly, a shiver racing through him. He held his breath, his grip on Haru tightening as he fought to savor every ounce of proximity and warmth. ​He held on as if Haru were a ghost that might dissipate at any moment. He was terrified that if he let go, this would all prove to be an illusion,that he would be left in the cold again. That Haru wouldn't be his anymore. ​He wasn't ready to give up the sight of Haru’s beauty, or the way Haru whimpered and moaned his name as he worshipped his body. He had grown to adore Haru's quirks,the old-fashioned phrases that slipped from his tongue, the way his eyes danced with a century's worth of glee and curiosity. ​But most of all, Raiven was afraid that if Haru looked just a little bit closer, he would see the truth: exactly how much he had come to mean to him. **** I PLACED ⚠️ ON CHAPTERS THAT CONTAIN EXPLICIT CONTENT.
Pink_gracious · 131.2k Views

The Dragon's Heart: Unspoken Passion

[PAUSED FOR MAJOR EDITING] Vol 1: Where Love Learns Its Name [Completed] Vol 2: Where Love Becomes Distance [Hiatus] To the world, Princess Ilaria of Caelwyn is a bride of duty. To her heart, she is a woman desperately chasing the love of the husband who will not look her way. All she ever wanted was for him to care; for him to turn his gaze toward her with the same fervor she carried in her heart. No matter how many times he pushed her away, no matter how cold the silence between them became, she never gave up. Not once did she allow herself to see him as someone unworthy of her love. To her, he was always worth it. And when love at last took root, when it bloomed against every storm that tried to tear them apart; when two hearts finally found each other and dared to beat as one… fate, as cruel and merciless as it is, reminded them that there were forces even love could never conquer. --EXCERPT-- Levan pressed his lips to her temple, his lips trembling as though the kiss itself might shatter him. One hand cradled her face with the kind of gentleness he had never shown anyone, while the other threaded weakly through her hair, trying futilely to soothe the sobs wracking his wife's body. His breath break unevenly, his eyes were shut tight, as if by closing them he could pretend this moment would never come. As if the world might let them stay this way forever. As if the reality of it all could be discarded just so that they could live however they wanted. He let his mouth fall against her cheek and linger there, tasting the salt of her tears as though they were his own. He did not move for a long while… because if this sorrow was the final piece of her he was allowed to carry, he wanted to etch it into his very soul. He wanted to remember the way she shook in his arms. He wanted to remember the sound of her muffled cries. He wanted to remember the warmth of her skin pressed so desperately against him. He wanted to remember her as his wife; his beloved. "Live, my love," he whispered, his voice raw and breaking, the words choking out of him like a prayer he could barely force past his throat. He buried his face against her hair so she would not see the tears spilling freely down his cheeks. "Even if it's far from me… live." --×-- >> Tags: [soft comfort • fluff • VERY slow-paced • angst • sweet • romance • slow burn • comedy • fantasy] >> Here if you like SLOW BURN angsty romance. >> Main conflict starts wayyy later. >> Word count per chapter: 1.5k ~ 2.3k
yonanae · 225.2k Views