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His Mischievous Time-Traveler: How To Capture A Celebrity Husband?

(Completed) Kwon Kyuri is a time-traveler who ends up witnessing her own death in the future. She has only six months left before she can change her gruesome fate. Now, she must do everything in her power to change the future and live. Somehow, she ends up as a fake contract girlfriend of her future murderer. A love story surviving the time, a thousand years old promises, and mistakes that lead to broken hearts... will she able to find happiness? With a stubborn gaze, the boy tells her, "You can wander endlessly, but your destination is me." __ Instagram: Koch_Norah Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/norah_koch ****Full list of my novels******* Novels with Interconnected Worlds: 1. The Love That Remains (Completed) 2. His Mischievous Time-Traveler: How to capture a celebrity husband? (Completed) 3. His Devious Harbinger: How To Tame A Wicked God? (Completed) 4. Supernatural Investigation 101: Chronicles of Nakashima Wakana  5. When A Ghoul Falls In Love 6. Hunting for a Husband in a Vampire Apocalypse Standalone Novels:  Her Wicked CEO: How To Seduce A Hikikomori Wife? Miss Chicken & Her Mister The Villainous Emperor is My Pet? Bad x Bad: My Dear Hana *** Picture Source: Akane-K from Pixabay

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This is your last kiss with me

"Kyuri, can you tell me your name?" The middle-aged doctor asks me slowly. My family is watching me while holding their breaths.

"Kwon Kyuri," I reply calmly. It seems like I have been here for a long time. Surprisingly, I am still alive. Did the timekeeper not find me?

My family and the doctor exhale at the same time. The doctor smiles at me and says, "How old are you?"

A little more than a thousand years. "21."

"Do you remember what you were doing before you passed out?"

"I was standing in front of my dorm."

The doctor looks relieved. My parents wipe their tears. My brother is silently crying at the door, hiding his face from me. I look at my arms. I am no longer pale and grayish like the dead. The time crystal is still inside me. My heart is beating.

In the last thousand years, how many times have I checked? It's a habit now.