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How The Princess Rewrote Her Tragic Ending

[ILLUSTRATIONS INCLUDED: Chapters with illustrations are marked with the '*' symbol!] >Short Excerpt: She brought her face up close to mine, only leaving an inch or two to spare. My eyes widened as I got an up close view of her iced ones. My, they were absolutely gorgeous. Your Highness, you know, don't you? I furrowed my eyebrows, suddenly uncomfortable in her presence. "You know, right?" she repeated, holding my gaze. "You are aware of the tragedy that is yet to befall you, aren't you? In a year's time, you'll be dead. You'll die, do you get that? You'll be sacrificed to your ancestors’ so-called 'God'." ———–⬇SYNOPSIS⬇——————– When average highschooler, Seonhee Lim gets thrown into the world of her best (and only) friend's favorite novel, "The Blessing Of Wisteria", she finds herself in a very threatening situation. She doesn't recall a thing about the contents of the novel, but what she does remember is that the role she possessed right now, the one which belonged to Crown Princess, Cynthia Amaryll Klaern, won’t stay around for long. Filled with thrill, mystery and drama, will Seonhee find a way to prevent her imminent death or will she find a way out of it with the help of someone special? ________________________________________ Discord: Suoshi#8929 CHECK OUT MY SECOND NOVEL: GHOST DETECTIVE: Li Xiajun (Cover taken from Pinterest!)

Suoshi · Fantasy
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134 Chs

A Persistent Nightmare

Neither Mama nor Sven upon his return were happy about what had just happened, while I sat crouched in a corner, wiping away tears.

"I know I told you to be snappy about it," Mama hissed as she jabbed a finger into his abdomen, "but this was a little too impulsive, Hector."

The man remained silent as he clenched his jaw. With the limit of my blurred vision, I looked at Sven, who seemed to be keeping himself together with a single thread, otherwise it looked like he was about to drop out cold at any moment. 

"The whole house stinks like the dead!" Mama cried, jabbing a finger into Hector's abdomen once, twice, thrice… 

"Even the neighborhood," Sven muttered as he leaned weakly against a wall.