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🔞 Renée is a woman. And her job? To be a male escort. Known as René.That year, she cried out, There's a ghost! and threw herself into his arms. The moans behind the door became their unspoken secret. She was like a porcelain doll, delicate yet haunting, stirring ripples in his young, darkness-steeped heart. But the first thought that flashed through his mind was-destruction. Twelve years later, his father brought her home. His mother collapsed outside the bedroom door, dead from a sudden heart attack. And in front of her, he sent his father to his final rest. Because twelve years ago, he had said-"Let's always be together."🎩Why do beautiful things exist?To be possessed-then destroyed.Is it the beautiful woman who brings ruin,Or the hands that reach to claim her? Or merely the tide of longing, boundless, unrestrained? By the banks of the River Lethe, she stands-a solitary poppy, Her breath a whisper of ruin, her touch a kiss of dust. Who drinks her essence will fade, body and soul, into the void. It is not love, nor hatred, Not life, nor death, Not desire, nor sorrow.At the edge of oblivion, the flowers bloom-never to wither.🔞Rex tilted his head, his grip tightening on the remote in his hand, suddenly pushing it to the maximum. He watched with satisfaction as Renée fell back, a moan escaping her lips uncontrollably."Moaning like that-are you just begging for a man to fuck you?"Renée's trembling hands reached for her pants, desperate to rid herself of the thing that tormented her."So impatient? You'd better keep that thing inside you where it belongs," his voice like ice. "You wouldn't want me to bring your sister into this, would you?"Renée tumbled off the sofa, crawling to his feet, clutching his pants as she pleaded with him, "No, please, don't! She's just a child... you can't...She is your half sister...""Then show me what you can do."...…

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🔞Being the girlfriend of a ridiculously wealthy man inevitably comes with a certain perception-one that paints her as materialistic. The material gifts Arden gives her are things she could never afford to return in kind. It makes her feel as if she's selling not just her body, but also her dignity.And Arden-he never talks about his family. That silence only deepens her insecurity. He's obsessed with her now, but for how long? Could he truly give up an entire forest just for her-a small, unremarkable flower?Fairy tales always promise a happily ever after, but even the authors never dare to write what happens after the prince takes Cinderella's hand. Perhaps because deep down, everyone knows-reality is far less kind than fiction.#writerscrown…

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[Short Story]This story was previously included in my short story collection Addiction to Love (2014).In a world where fleeting beauty and hidden desires intertwine, "Love Tattoo" weaves a tale of longing, love, and the indelible marks we leave on each other's lives.Sakura, a young girl on the brink of adulthood, steps into a tattoo parlor seeking more than just ink-she yearns for transformation and the attention of Matsuri, the enigmatic alumnus she idolizes. Her choice of a spider tattoo, etched over her heart, sets off a chain of events that entangle her fate with those around her.Yan, the tattoo artist, is captivated by Sakura's innocence and determination, seeing in her a purity that contrasts with his own turbulent past. Caught between his responsibilities and the haunting allure of Sakura, Yan struggles with the weight of his choices and the shadows of his past.As lives intersect and secrets unravel, each character must confront their desires and the consequences of their actions. From the bustling streets under cherry blossoms to the quiet corners of a tattoo studio, "Love Tattoo" explores the complexity of human relationships and the enduring impact of love, loss, and redemption.Will Sakura find the acceptance she seeks? Can Yan reconcile his past with his present? In this poignant narrative, the lines between right and wrong blur, leaving each character to navigate their own path through the tangled web of life.…