lemonade chord

Between love and duty, which is one a person should choose when it comes to marriage? But in my story, it's a little bit of both when I enter this new phase of life. What is the result? AWKWARD. Yup. Even the big capital letters can't sum up my feelings. Because it mixes with guilt, making me feel wrong, tense and a little bit giddy when facing my borrowed new handsome husband. And why is that? It because the groom ended up marrying the bridesmaid when my big sister, the bride, went missing on the day of the wedding ceremony! # This current cover books do not belong to me. Found it on internet. It just a temporary cover until I draw a new ones.

A foreign college student studies in Seoul, South Korea. Who expected her to meet a famous South Korean rapper? The issue is not the meeting itself, but the violent encounters, fatal shootings, and surprise attacks. What do you think? Does this sound like the life you'd want to have every single day? You see, you have the option, but does she? Accompany this interesting young woman in her fight to survival, and watch as she learns from mistakes that may end up in her losing those close to her.

Imagine life as a glass of lemonade—sometimes sweet, sometimes sour. I’m Raya, a 25-year-old small-town girl who’s been sipping on the sour side for a while now. The sweetness I’ve always imagined seems just beyond reach, like it's two steps ahead of me, no matter how fast I chase it. I watch others enjoying their perfect blend, while I’m left wondering why my glass tastes different. But even as the tartness lingers, I still hold on to the hope that one day, life might serve me the sweetness I’ve been waiting for or will it not

In a world where cultivation is the ultimate pursuit, Void, a being of pure abyssal essence, infiltrates the prestigious Azure Dragon Clan. Unlike typical protagonists, Void seeks not glory or redemption, but absolute domination. Possessing the insidious Abyssal Corruption System, he manipulates minds, corrupts souls, and shatters the very foundations of righteous cultivation. Void's journey is a descent into darkness, a calculated unraveling of moral boundaries. He transforms the noble Lin Hao into a vessel of ruthless ambition, twists the compassionate healer Lan Yue into an instrument of corrupted healing, and turns the very heart of the Azure Dragon Clan against itself. With each corrupted soul, each shattered alliance, Void's power grows, his influence spreading like a plague. As he conquers the neighboring Serpent's Fang Clan through cunning manipulation and brutal exploitation, Void's ambitions expand beyond mere territory. He seeks to corrupt the "Heaven's Chosen," desecrate sacred grounds, and unleash the full potential of the Abyssal Summoning. This is not a tale of heroic ascension, but a chilling chronicle of absolute corruption. Void's path is paved with broken spirits, twisted loyalties, and the chilling realization that true power lies not in righteousness, but in the complete and utter mastery of darkness. In a world teetering on the brink of abyssal chaos, Void's chilling question echoes: can any light withstand the encroaching shadows, or will the world succumb to the absolute reign of corruption?

The sun dipped below the emerald canopy of Eryndor's endless forests, casting long shadows that stretched like grasping fingers over the ground. In the small village of Verdant Hollow, nestled at the edge of the towering Whispering Abyss, a young boy sat cross-legged beside a Mana Spring. The spring bubbled gently, its waters glowing faintly in the fading light. Yǒnghéng stared at the reflection of his own face, distorted by the rippling surface. His hands trembled as he held the talisman—a simple yet intricate carving of an ancient beast. It had belonged to his grandfather, a revered beast tamer who had commanded the respect of the entire Verdant Concord. Yǒnghéng's grandfather had said the talisman would guide him to his awakening. But years had passed, and it had guided him to nothing but frustration. The faint hum of life in the forest seemed to mock him. A bird's song, the rustle of leaves in the wind, the rhythmic croak of frogs—they all belonged here. But he, the boy with no Soul Construct, did not. "You're wasting your time, Yǒnghéng." The voice came from behind him, sharp and dismissive. Yǒnghéng didn't need to turn to know it was his elder brother, Yǔzhi. Yǔzhi stepped into view, his tall frame casting a shadow over Yǒnghéng. Beside him walked his Soul Construct—a massive, spectral wolf with glowing green eyes and a mane of ethereal light. The wolf padded silently, its presence exuding both grace and power. Yǒnghéng glanced at it briefly, then returned his gaze to the spring. "I'll awaken. I just need more time." Yǔzhi crossed his arms, his expression a mixture of pity and impatience. "You're fifteen. By now, even the weakest in the village have awakened something. You're clinging to a false hope." The words struck like a blow, but Yǒnghéng didn't flinch. "The forest hasn't rejected me yet." "Maybe it should." Yǔzhi sighed. "The Concord only values strength. If you can't awaken, you'll bring shame to our family. You should think about leaving." Yǒnghéng clenched his fists. "I won't give up." Yǔzhi's wolf growled softly, but Yǔzhi raised a hand to silence it. He stared at his younger brother for a long moment before shaking his head. "Suit yourself. Just don't expect anyone to wait for you." With that, he turned and walked away, the spectral wolf fading into motes of green light as it returned to his soul. Long after the village lights had dimmed, Yǒnghéng stood at the edge of the Whispering Abyss. A chill wind swept up from the chasm, carrying faint, haunting echoes. The Abyss was a place of legend and fear, where countless adventurers had entered but few had returned. Yǒnghéng tightened his grip on the talisman. If the forest wouldn't help him, perhaps the Abyss would. Taking a deep breath, he descended into the darkness. The air grew colder as Yǒnghéng climbed down jagged stone steps carved into the chasm wall. The faint light of the surface faded, replaced by the luminous glow of fungi clinging to the rocks. Shadows danced on the uneven walls, and every sound seemed amplified—the crunch of his footsteps, the drip of water, the distant growl of unseen creatures. Hours passed as he ventured deeper. The talisman in his hand grew warm, a sign that he was nearing something. He pressed on, ignoring the fatigue in his legs and the growing sense of unease. Suddenly, the narrow path opened into a vast cavern. Stalagmites and stalactites loomed like jagged teeth, and at the center of the chamber stood a crystalline formation that pulsed with an eerie light. Embedded within it was a shard of brilliant energy—a relic unlike anything Yǒnghéng had ever seen. The talisman in his hand glowed in response, vibrating faintly. As Yǒnghéng approached the relic, the air grew heavy with mana. His heart raced, but he couldn't stop now. He reached out, his fingers brushing the shard. Pain. A searing agony shot through his body, as if his very soul were being torn apart. Yǒnghéng fell to his knees, clutching his chest

This slice-of-life romance is about a girl named Yui Himitsu who tends to find people at their most vulnerable and notices the small details in life, along with a boy named Amari Isao who isn't all that great with people, making him lose interest in those around him. His unchanging facial expressions and tall stature deter others, which doesn't help his case much.  After a chance encounter involving a Blue Raspberry Lemonade Soda, the two find themselves always somehow near each other. The only problem is that Amari Isao doesn't know who left him that drink, so he doesn't recognize Yui Himitsu when they cross paths.  Will Isao figure it out? And when he does, what will come of their relationship? *This story is available on Booksie, RoyalRoad, along with WebNovel under the my Username/Pen name DenverSammy* ***Note: The story is based in Japan during modern times. Many details are influenced by Japanese holidays and the academic calendar. Smaller details are more Western, with a mixture of American and Japanese common sense. This involves names, Surname first and Given name second. For further information I advise Google.*** This is a fictional story.

Ilis is a member of black lemonade. He has long ago figured out he likes one of his bandmates Blake, but Blake struggles to figure out his own feelings for Ilis and their are certain obstacles in the way that keeps blake from coming to terms with himself. Ilis starts to become impatient as he now understands that they have the same feelings for eachother but blake still chooses to refuse.

Have you ever fell in love with your best friend? Well I have and I don’t know how to tell him. I keep writing about it but when will I tell him? Hair made that could be made out lemonades. ?My Lemonade Boy

(Entered for #Teen Writing Competition) Springdale Institute is a prestigious school that every student dreams of entering - with its astounding facilities to showcase one's talents and its established reputation for being the nation's best...only the most talented individuals can be part of it! Miki comes from a single-parent family, carrying financial difficulties with her mother. Hardworking and determined, she attained a scholarship in Springdale to clear off her family's debts - aiming to be the top. Alan, a new rising idol and hot sensation, he joins Springdale as the school's president son. But he is a man with a secret that no ones knows of! Miki and Alan clashes as rivals, searching for their own answers while finding comfort in one another through life's struggles.

In the shadowed corners of Elaris, a young woman stumbles upon a mysterious power. The story follows Marcy, a street rat turned mystic, whose magic—granted by her divine patrons—gives her control over the fundamental aspects of the mind and art. As Marcy navigates a world where thoughts and emotions are potent weapons, she delves deeper into her abilities, uncovering hidden truths and confronting adversaries that challenge her mastery over the dreamscape, herself, and the delicate boundaries that keep reality intact.