nieye
Stories
5
Chapters
149
Words
810.3 K
Comments
2
Reading
2 d, 19 h
Edith looked at the candy Khalid had given her and sighed in relief. "Why was I so worried?" She squeezed her eyes shut, recalling the anxiety that had consumed her over the past few days. Now that she had the duke’s approval, it was time to focus on retrieving the Ice Flower’s power. Before the heroine arrived. 'Once Helena appears, I’ll be kicked out for sure.' Edith and Lucion’s relationship had always been the worst of the worst. As long as Helena existed, the two of them…- 165.3 K • Ongoing
- 'The main characters always heal without a single scar, no matter how badly they’re hurt.' But Edith carried every scar with her. 'Maybe it’s because I’m destined to become a witch.' After her bath, Edith quickly slipped her gloves back on. Once her hands were covered, she felt her spirits lift a little. "Sleep well tonight, miss." A warm bed, soft food, and gentle pajamas. A sudden wave of drowsiness hit her all at once, and Edith’s exhausted body collapsed into sleep. It was…
- 165.3 K • Ongoing
- Afraid he might send her away, Edith quickly added, "But you don’t need to worry, my skills are solid. I can prove it to you right now." “I’m more concerned about getting you some proper food.” “What?” "Come along." Edith followed behind Khalid, but she stopped when she noticed a boy blocking the front gate. The boy was casually leaning against the gate. His gaze bypassed the duke and landed directly on Edith. Their eyes locked, his red irises glowing faintly under the…
- 165.3 K • Ongoing
- Edith regained the memories of her past life a month ago, on her birthday. That day, she was being bullied by Laura, as per usual, when suddenly, Edith learned the truth about this world. ≪A Flower Blooming Under the Sun≫ She had been reincarnated into a romance fantasy novel, often shortened to "FBUS." Devastation washed over Edith. Was it because she’d been reborn into a novel? No, that wasn’t the problem. In her past life, Edith had been obsessed with romance…
- 165.3 K • Ongoing
- She shrugged, completely unfazed by the fact that she had just gotten her own daughter's age wrong. Edith knew better than to feel disappointed. She had long since accepted what kind of person her mother was. Silently, she continued cutting her steak. "You don’t even know how old your daughter is. Pathetic." "Life can get busy once in a while. No need to be so harsh, madam." "Spare me the ‘madam’, it's revolting." "We live under the same roof. Can’t we be a bit kinder to each…
- 165.3 K • Ongoing
“This year’s New Year’s ball is especially magnificent, Your Highness.” “It’s said all of this was organized under your authority, Princess.” As Esha entered the grand ballroom, nobles rushed forward, eager to greet her. When Portia had been alive, these nobles hadn’t spared Esha so much as a glance, but now that Portia was gone and Esha stood as the sole surviving royal aside from the Emperor, they were eager to forge ties with her. Better late than never. “Oh, and this must…- 115.9 K • Ongoing
- “No, navy is too dull. Bring me something else.” With a flick of her hand, Esha dismissed the maids carrying a tailcoat and gestured for them to bring another. She had been sitting on the sofa for two hours now, choosing Johan’s outfit. “Anything is fine with me, Your Highness,” Johan said quietly from his seat beside her. But Esha shook her head. “This will be your first formal appearance in Elendor’s social circle. ‘Anything’ won’t do. First impressions tend to linger…
- 115.9 K • Ongoing
- Esha’s smile was bitter. If only Johan desired it, she too wished to see him appointed to the Imperial Knights Order once he was older. But that was entirely within her father Edmund’s power to grant. In the palace, Esha held no influence or authority. Her words alone could decide nothing. The old knight scratched the back of his head, a hint of disappointment in his voice. “Well, there’s still plenty of time, isn’t there? I’ll continue to teach him diligently. Perhaps when His Majesty…
- 115.9 K • Ongoing
- “Sister, what are you doing?” Johan’s small voice echoed as he approached Esha, who was seated in the center of the library. She had been frowning in concentration, but the moment she heard his voice, her expression softened into a warm smile. “Reading.” “What kind of book?” “A history book. About Atlan, your country.” Johan tilted his head curiously. “But you’re from Elendor?” “Yes, but Johan, this is your homeland. I thought if I studied it, it might help…
- 115.9 K • Ongoing
- Johan didn’t know how to handle a sword. It was only natural, as he had never been taught. On top of that, he was small for his age and still clumsy with the Elendorian tongue, making him an easy target for them. How can you find enjoyment in tormenting someone weaker? Their cruelty made Esha’s blood run cold. She lowered her gaze to Johan. He was gripping the wooden sword tightly in both hands, staring down at the ground. The sight made her want to wrap him in her arms then and there. {Why…
- 115.9 K • Ongoing
- Previous 1 … 6 7 8 … 15 Next
