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Eternal Melody

"Is there really such a thing as a happy ending?" - [Final Volume] A drop of ink can penetrate the walls, even the walls you took too long to build. After losing her first love due to a traffic accident, Ibuki Sumire transfers to Tokyo. She wanted to escape, to run away from everything that happened. To start over in a place that didn't have him. But a series of clues lead her to investigating the case behind the accident. In that place she learns about the masks people wear. The masks people wear to disgui se their feelings. Sometimes you have to look past what you see on the surface. There she meets him, the person who helps her move forward. But Sumire quickly learns how alike they are. His cold personality is different than the kindness she is used to. However, he is the only one who understands her feelings. It keeps going around in circles, like a drop of paint. Round and round - an endless stream of pain and lies. But, that stream ended the moment she laid her eyes on his paintings. Such rich and vibrant colors, it felt like his emotions exploded. Yet, in the corner of his studio, she found it. The real him, a sakura painting of two people walking hand in hand. A gentle and sweet feeling, something she has never felt before. _ Volume 1: Volume 3: A Single Colour [ Volume 4: A Single Colour II Volume 5: Clear Colour Road [ Volume 6: Eternal Melody [ ___ This book is part of a series 0• Seven Coloured Melody - Pending 1• Eternal Melody - Ongoing 2• Dream Star - COMPLETE Fantasia of the Stars - Rewrite Pending 3• Silver Wish - COMPLETE ___ Join me on discord: Invite Only (ask in comments section) [Commissioned Cover by: Zushidraws]

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The Passing

They capture the truth and reality of the moment. 

And expose the hidden secrets people try to hide. 

The good and the bad, and maybe they can even capture your thoughts.

Makoto Soujiro, the third Prince of the Makoto family, has always been said to be a man of pride, honor. Someone who always remains calm and never lets his emotions show on his face—the ideal elite member, who in the future will be able to support his brothers. 

At the age of twenty-two, he realizes that suppressing his emotions becomes rather difficult. He sighs as he leaned back on his chair. His gaze flicked onto the paperwork for a few seconds before shaking his head. Even if it is him, this much alone is impossible. It just so happens to be the rare day when he gave all his assistants and guards.