Chapter: Pure trash "Mr. Jeong, are you okay? You suddenly seem.... distracted." "I-I'm...fine, it's.... fine," Sung-ho answered somehow, his hands were shaking because of that ugly memory. He pressed his hands together forcefully under the desk, ignoring the pain running through his nerves Choi Dea looked at him with slight worry, wondering why he was sweating so hard. After he explained everything what happened with her sister and him, even though she wasn't sure whether it was truth or not, her expression softened a bit. She also noticed how he had reacted when she had mentioned his father Shi-woo. So she assumed that the relationship between Mafia son and father might not be good "Thank you for your explanation about Joo-eun," she said after a moment. "And I would prefer if you don't tell about this incident to anybody. Ever. Sung-ho frowned a little. "Urm, sure. She glanced at the bracelet again which her friend had given it to her when she was little. Even though she couldn't remember that,
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Chapter: Reviving "I don't recall as we did." Giant was no more than five feet tall-his true name was Bedwyck-but a fierce little man for all that. "Slayer, did you ask Craster for his counsel?" Sam cringed at the name, but shook his head. He filled another spoon, brought it to Bannen's mouth, and tried to ease it between his lips. "Food and fire," Giant was saying, "that was all we asked of you. And you grudge us the food." "Be glad I didn't grudge you fire too." Craster was a thick man made thicker by the ragged smelly sheepskins he wore day and night. He had a broad flat nose, a mouth that drooped to one side, and a missing ear. And though his matted hair and tangled beard might be grey going white, his hard knuckly hands still looked strong enough to hurt. "I fed you what I could, but you crows are always hungry. I'm a godly man, else I would have chased you off. You think I need the likes of him, dying on my floor? You think I need all your mouths, little man?" The wildling spat. "Crows. When d
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Chapter: Parallel Celandine observed the man curiously who just came out from the chamber, going downstairs. She noticed the small hand batch on his black robe, wondering what that might be meaning. Suddenly everything around her changed. They traveled dawn to dusk, past woods and orchards and neatly tended fields, through small villages, crowded market towns, and stout holdfasts. Come dark, they would make camp and eat by the light of the moon and the lamps. The men took turns standing watch. Celandine would glimpse firelight flickering through the trees from the camps of other travelers. There seemed to be more camps every night, and more traffic on the kingsroad by day. She somehow knew it was a dream. Morning, noon, and night they came, old folks and little children, big men and small ones, barefoot girls and women with babes at their breasts. Some drove farm wagons or bumped along in the back of ox carts. More rode: draft horses, ponies, mules, donkeys, anything that would walk or run or rol
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Chapter: Unpleasant She was grubbing for vegetables in a dead man's garden when she heard the singing. Arya stiffened, still as stone, listening, the three stringy carrots in her hand suddenly forgotten. She thought of the Bloody Mummers and Roose Bolton's men, and a shiver of fear went down her back. It's not fair, not when we finally found the Trident, not when we thought we were almost safe. Only why would the Mummers be singing? The song came drifting up the river from somewhere beyond the little rise to the east. "Off to Gulltown to see the fair maid, heigh-ho, heigh-ho . . . " Arya rose, carrots dangling from her hand. It sounded like the singer was coming up the river road. Over among the cabbages, Hot Pie had heard it too, to judge by the look on his face. Gendry had gone to sleep in the shade of the burned cottage, and was past hearing anything. "I'll steal a sweet kiss with the point of my blade, heigh-ho, heigh-ho." She thought she heard a woodharp too, beneath the soft rush of the river.
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Chapter: Faded Glow The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning goods. The old dry wood and countless layers of paint and varnish blazed with a fierce hungry light. Heat rose shimmering through the chill air; behind, the gargoyles and stone dragons on the castle walls seemed blurred, as if Moriah were seeing them through a veil of tears. Or as if the beasts were trembling, stirring . . "An ill thing," Hadassah declared, though at least she had the sense to keep her voice low "Silence," said Moriah. "Remember where you are. They were heading to the Garde Hundreds had come to the battle gates to bear witness to the burning of the Battle of Blood. The smell in the air was ugly. Even for soldiers, it was hard not to feel uneasy at such an affront to the gods most had worshiped all their live Moriah was thinking about his ancestors. They had overturned the altars, pulled down the statues, and smashed the stained glass with warhammers. The old Hand could only curse them, but Ser Hubard Rambton led
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Chapter: Lied few of the lords lingered to speak in quiet voices upwind of the fire. They fell silent when they saw looking at them. Should Stannis fall, they will pull me down in an instant. Neither was he counted one of the queen's men, that group of ambitious knights and minor lordlings who had given themselves to this Lord of Light and so won the favor and patronage of Lady—no, Queen, remember?—Selyse. The fire had started to dwindle by the time Myra and the squires departed with the precious sword. Ezekiel and his son joined the crowd making its way down to the shore and the waiting ships. "Devan acquitted himself well," he said as they went. "He fetched the glove without dropping it, yes," said Dale. Allard nodded. "That badge on Devan's doublet, the fiery heart, what was that Black Horn sigil is a crowned stag." "A lord can choose more than one badge," Myra said. Dale smiled. "A black ship and an onion, Father?" Allard kicked at a stone. "The Others take our onion . . . and that flamin
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Transmuted : Love Of An Evening
Sometimes, one event, one love, one mistake can change someone's life unalterably. Seventeen years old teenager Samlin gets back her first love again, but her mind starts to hesitate. Yet, she can't deny that she has still feelings for Lynn. When the secret society named The Conditorem begins to target her family and friends, she made a promise to herself that she won't stop, until she entirely destroys this cult. With Lynn and his brother Mahone, she makes plans about how to take down the Feingold Brothers, the godfathers of this cult. Time passes by, other enemies emerge against them, they fight together. Staying with Mahone, who wants people to think that he's evil, but Sam reveals her some strange feelings towards him.
After all of this events, at the event, her fear comes true and she has to make a resolution.
Transmuted is a story of some people's past and present, where we all will finally realize that we can't choose who we fall for.
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty-four : The End, But Not EverythingSamlin GreenhamI suddenly open my eyes.I blink and slowly move my head. The pain in head is light, a little like when you are injected morphine.Where am I?I move myself in a seated position, then look around the room, remaining dark.It is my own room.I clamber off from the bed and stand up and switch on the light. The clothes I'm wearing is dry, surprising. The windows are opened, bringing cold air and the door is opened, so I warily step outside.Somebody brought me home.How night is it?"Mom, are you here?" I call out, wondering if someone's in our house. I stay still and try to hear any sound.It's quiet.I go downstairs and examine the front door, which is locked from inside. The grand clock says it's 7 p.m. a
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty-three : SwimmingSamlin Greenham"When is our competition gonna start?" I ask a girl from our team, Ally and sit on a bench."Boys team first. Then us," she replies. Today is the competition, I've been worrying about. It's not a big deal, just the selection for a captain. But somehow it feels a big deal to me, I'm not ready to hand my title to a new swimmer, when I've been the captain for three years.Five hundred yards freestyle.A crowd has already formed around the pool. The captain of the boys team is Brian Hardy. I usually don't consider people who aren't my friends, but if you asked me how his character was, I'd say he was nosy and clingy.Well, now he's coming. I look away."Hey, Sam." He shows a stupid grin, then turns to Ally, "Hey, Sis. How's my mother?"Brian is her elder br
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty-two : Shot And DiedCalgary, CanadaJune 2011Lynn Vandestine"I don't think we're going to the jazz festival," sighed Mahone, biting his nails."Stop doing that. Gross!" Lynn spoke with a hint of discomfort in his voice, watching his brother behind of a newspaper, also reading."This?" he held up his index finger, then cut the nail with his teeth, throwing it at him. "Want more?" he laughed, teasing him."You're disgusting!" Lynn threw the paper at him, shaking himself. It was a bright day of summer, their house was at the Edgemont neighborhood, an amazing place with mountains view. The Vandestine Castle had been standing there for generations, shining by its history. It had been almost two weeks since June had started, it was the time in Calgary for the international jazz festival. Though
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty-one : Let's PartyLynn VandestineHe wraps a towel around his lower naked body, stepping out from the shower, then looks at the mirror ummindfully."What kind of a freak showers at noon?" He suddenly hears a low voice behind him. Lynn turns, then notices his brother lying on his bed, holding a wine bottle in his hand."Only your brother does," he chuckles, lightly shaking his wet hair, then pulls out a blue shirt from the wardrobe. "Are you drunk?""Of course not," Mahone sits up idly, looking with sleepy eyes. "Wait."Lynn turns to him, "What?"Mahone puts the bottle down, then walks to him, feeling horrified. "Lynn, the scars in your back look....more. What happened to you?"Lynn turns away from him, buttoning his shirt quickly. No, he didn't want to remember the three months when he was starving in a basement, being tortured and beaten up, w
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty : Everything Is BlurryLynn Vandestine"We should have taken a fucking flight. It will take a road to hell if we keep moving by your car," groans Mahone beside him, looking at the road impatientlLynn frowns after hearing about his favorite Mercedes-Benz. "There's no flight available within three hours. I already checked," he replies, gripping the steering wheel more tightl"Of course, you did"Can you call Sam to ask where she is now? Tell her not to do anything__ stupid"She will never do anything stupid, you know that and you're not helping her by telling this, okay? By the way, I just remember that apparently I don't have her phone numberLynn sighs and pulls out his mobile from his pocket, then tosses it to his brother. "Tell her that we are coming, too"We're not gonna make it in time, Lynn, if we're going to go by your car," he guesses the pin and
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Chapter: Chapter Forty-nine : The PastSamlin GreenhamI suddenly open my eyes.I blink and slowly move my head. The pain in head is light, a little like when you are injected morphine.Where am I?I move myself in a seated position, then look around the room, remaining dark.It is my own room.I clamber off from the bed and stand up and switch on the light. The clothes I'm wearing is dry, surprising. The windows are opened, bringing cold air and the door is opened, so I warily step outside.Somebody brought me home.How night is it?"Mom, are you here?" I call out, wondering if someone's in our house. I stay still and try to hear any sound.It's quiet.I go downstairs and examine the front door, which is locked from inside. The grand clock says it's 7 p.m. a
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Let's Dream Together
{ Choi Dea and Sung-ho }
"Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines...."
- by William Shakespeare
Choi Dea was in the possession of a position where she never truly wanted to be, just because of her father insisted. Her whole life was existing without love, she never got a chance to meet her mother.
One day and within a day, her sister Joo-eun trapped her in a business downfall, she planned it all along. Why would a bastard be the CEO of the top cosmetic company, when the true heir was still alive? Joo-eun did that to her because of hatred and envy.
Dea actually never thought about her birth, those feelings never occurred to her. But when she saw her company fall, her cold heart began to quiver, unable to decide between the right and wrong. Due to her close friend's suggestion, she went to meet the Mafia Boss of the underworld, to convince him to help her company regain their shares. Mafia Boss Sung-ho was literally shameless, he had a crush on Dea from the moment he saw her. He decided to help her company and cleared the people who were after her, but the exchange was.........
Two people, from two different worlds, both of them didn't want to be from the beginning who they were. The exchange, could Dea be able to give her heart to the Mafia Boss? Or would she backstab Sung-ho and destroy the underworld if she listened to her conscience?
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Chapter: So HappyChoi Dea hopped out from the driver seat and closed the car door slowly. She was standing in front of a small neat two-storey building and the whole place was plunged into dark as the lights were off. She wondered if her sister was in her home, otherwise she weren't aware of where to find her. As usual, she came here without informing her about that Choi Joo-eun was a thriving model of a new fashion company and because of her beautiful look, it didn't take much time for her to gain popularity. She was two years younger than Dea, actually they weren't blood siblings by birth. Dea was known of the fact that her sister hated her as much as possible, nothing could stop her from that since she hadn't even hesitated to destroy her own father's companySometimes, hate for someone can go beyond control, it becomes massive Choi Dea took a deep breath and passed the gate of the house. She could hear the monotonous humming of
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Chapter: IrritatedSung-ho entered a piece of meat in his mouth by the chopsticks and closed his eyes with satisfaction."Yumm. God, it's so delicious! And the saucy noodles with it.... umm, it's just heaven," he hummed, chewing playfully Sam just stared at him with wide eyes, unable to comment, observing his eating style. His boss had ordered both Kimchi Stew and Jjajangmyeon, it looked like he was hungry, ready to devour everything. He wondered how could a man like him were eating hot spicy food continously, even in a cheap restaurant. He looked around the tables, it was a small restaurant beside the streets full of middle-class men and women. The people were often looking at him and whispering and talking something nonstop between them. Sam wondered why his Mafia boss would eat his lunch here, he never did anything like that before since he became his bodyguard a few months ago"Why aren't you eating?" Sung-ho suddenly asked pointing at the dishes"I'm not h
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Chapter: Awkward moments"Mr. Jeong, are you okay? You suddenly seem.... distracted.""I-I'm...fine, it's.... fine," Sung-ho answered somehow, his hands were shaking because of that ugly memory. He pressed his hands together forcefully under the desk, ignoring the pain running through his nerves Choi Dea looked at him with slight worry, wondering why he was sweating so hard. After he explained everything what happened with her sister and him, even though she wasn't sure whether it was truth or not, her expression softened a bit. She also noticed how he had reacted when she had mentioned his father Shi-woo. So she assumed that the relationship between Mafia son and father might not be good"Thank you for your explanation about Joo-eun," she said after a moment. "And I would prefer if you don't tell about this incident to anybody. Ever.Sung-ho frowned a little. "Urm, sure.She glanced at the bracelet again which her friend had given it to her when she was little. Eve
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Chapter: Meet himThe phone was ringing continuously.And boringly Dea relaxed herself under the shower, letting the water wash the soap lather from her body. She turned off the showerhead after quite a while and brushed the fog away from the mirror glass by her hand. She intensely looked into her brown eyes, while water was dripping from her hair. Then she let out a frustrated sigh and wrapped a towel around her naked bodyAfter she stepped out from the bathroom, she picked up the phone, praising the caller's super lengthy patience."What's up, Myung-dae?""Gosh. What's with that voice?" His voice came through. "Are you alright?"No, I don't think I'm. And yeah I was, until now," she replied curtly. "I feel annoyed. What did you call for?"Really? CIO Ji-ho got the IP address a minute ago, so I called you to let you know that.Dea put the phone in loudspeaker and started to shake the water from her hair gently, glancing at t
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Chapter: CrueltySung-ho stepped out from the building and briskly walked to his car. People around him were looking at him with surprise, he could tell they were wondering who he was. Because of being a Mafia's son, he usually never went out somewhere without his bodyguards. Though at first he hated it being surrounded by scary and smart-looking people headset mouthpiece all the time. He had been stubborn that he would go alone if he went outside of his house since he disliked the idea of gathering too much attention. But it hadn't taken much time to figure out that every time he had gone outside since he grew up, there were people who had been followed him like ghosts. Even when he was fourteen years old, one day he had been shot in the back of his left wrist and the bullet broke his Lunate bone of arm. Since then his father Jeong Shi-woo had strictly forbidden him to step outside from his home without bodyguards. Not that he had cared about what his father ordered, he kept the
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Chapter: Blood WarElrod hurriedly moved his hands from the brunette's breasts as soon as he understood over the loud noise who had come here in the club. He entered a twenty thousand won in her panties and gives a pat at her buttocks. He pointed someone behind to stop the music sound box and made a whistle by his mouth loud enough to hear for everyone to be quiet."Welcome, welcome!" Elrod grinned brightly, stretching his hands forward, surrounded by his six bodyguards. "Look who on the sweet earth is here! This is fucking bloody Mafia Jeong!" he yelled in a mocking manner, then glanced at his assistant. "Keiné, what the hell you're waiting for? Go welcome the Mafia and his hippopotamus lizard in!Sam put his hand on his gun as soon as he heard his bantered insult. Sung-ho crossed his arms across his chest, saying nothingKeiné looked at him oddly, "Me?The grin disappeared from Elrod's face, furrowing his brows dangerously. "Heh heh. You don't want me to rep
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Chapter: The EndMoriah opened his eyes, blinking at the light. Everything around him was white just like vast space, except there wasn't darkness. All around the place was so bright, but there was nothing except him as if he was floating on there alone, in the middle of nowhere. 'What happened? Where am I?' He slowly lifted his head up, it was pounding like a hammer. Of course, he found it slightly ridiculous that he was sitting on nothing or perhaps on an invisible seat. He should have been scared and worried and felt lost, but since he was unaware of those feelings, he became wary. "Slept well?" A female voice made his head jerk to the other side. Moriah grimaced. Hadassah muttered something under her breath, and the next moment he fell from that place. He opened his mouth to scream, but the air was rushing him down, he could feel the unbelievable weightlessness of him. He squeezed his eyes shut, a second later he heard the desperate shriek which could be his own voice... Crunch!
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Chapter: Too much pain She was grubbing for vegetables in a dead man's garden when she heard the singing. Arya stiffened, still as stone, listening, the three stringy carrots in her hand suddenly forgotten. She thought of the Bloody Mummers and Roose Bolton's men, and a shiver of fear went down her back. It's not fair, not when we finally found the Trident, not when we thought we were almost saf Only why would the Mummers be singin The song came drifting up the river from somewhere beyond the little rise to the east. "Off to Gulltown to see the fair maid, heigh-ho, heigh-ho . . . Arya rose, carrots dangling from her hand. It sounded like the singer was coming up the river road. Over among the cabbages, Hot Pie had heard it too, to judge by the look on his face. Gendry had gone to sleep in the shade of the burned cottage, and was past hearing anythi "I'll steal a sweet kiss with the point of my blade, heigh-ho, heigh-ho." She thought she heard a woodharp too, beneath the soft rush of the rive "Do you h
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Chapter: Fear"Ah...." Celandine observed the man curiously who just came out from the chamber, going downstairs. She noticed the small hand batch on his black robe, wondering what that might be meaning. Suddenly everything around her changed. They traveled dawn to dusk, past woods and orchards and neatly tended fields, through small villages, crowded market towns, and stout holdfasts. Come dark, they would make camp and eat by the light of the moon and the lamps. The men took turns standing watch. Celandine would glimpse firelight flickeringthrough the trees from the camps of other travelers. There seemed to be more camps every night, and more traffic on the kingsroad by day. She somehow knew it was a dream. Morning, noon, and night they came, old folks and little children, big men and small ones, barefoot girls and women with babes at their breasts. Some drove farm wagons or bumped along in the back of ox carts. More rode: draft horses, ponies, mules, donkeys, anything that would walk or ru
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Chapter: Die The morning air was dark with the smoke of burning goods. The old dry wood and countless layers of paint and varnish blazed with a fierce hungry light. Heat rose shimmering through the chill air; behind, the gargoyles and stone dragons on the castle walls seemed blurred, as if Moriah were seeing them through a veil of tears. Or as if the beasts were trembling, stirring . . "An ill thing," Hadassah declared, though at least she had the sense to keep her voice low "Silence," said Moriah. "Remember where you are. They were heading to the Garde Hundreds had come to the battle gates to bear witness to the burning of the Battle of Blood. The smell in the air was ugly. Even for soldiers, it was hard not to feel uneasy at such an affront to the gods most had worshiped all their live Moriah was thinking about his ancestors. They had overturned the altars, pulled down the statues, and smashed the stained glass with warhammers. The old Hand could only curse them, but Ser Hubard Rambton led
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Chapter: Desire The drapes kept out the dust and heat of the streets, but they could not keep out disappointment. Dany climbed inside wearily, glad for the refuge from the sea of Qartheen eyes. "Make way," Jhogo shouted at the crowd from horseback, snapping his whip, "make way, make way for the Mother of Dragons." Reclining on cool satin cushions, Xaro Xhoan Daxos poured ruby-red wine into matched goblets of jade and gold, his hands sure and steady despite the sway of the palanquin. "I see a deep sadness written upon your face, my light of love." He offered her a goblet. "Could it be the sadness of a lost dream?" "A dream delayed, no more." Dany's tight silver collar was chafing against her throat. She unfastened it and flung it aside. The collar was set with an enchanted amethyst that Xaro swore would ward her against all poisons. The Pureborn were notorious for offering poisoned wine to those they thought dangerous, but they had not given Dany so much as a cup of water. They never saw me for a qu
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Chapter: Eating xlq_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 Francisco, USA September, 2016 Mahone tightens the knot of his black tie around his neck, then fixes the collar of his coat. Actually, suit-coat always makes him feeling uneasy, but since it's a mourning day, he can't go there with his usual outfits. It has been three days since Garrett Greenham died. His daughter Samli
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