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Princess of the Silver Ocean

"Somebody, help me!" she screamed as she looked at the creatures surrounding her. "Hey, look at me, okay. Do not close your eyes, please!" she begged him. "I'm sorry, Astoria," the man rasped, his breathing becoming more and more unsteady with every passing minute. "I love you," he said softly. Those were his final words as he lightly caressed her cheek. With that, his hand slowly fell to the ground. His body lay lifeless in her arms. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A memory of a kingdom flashed through her mind. Dark smoke began consuming that kingdom, and blood, as black as the shadows on a starless night, flowed into it like a flood. With that, the Kingdom of Ashen was no more. Astoria Chambers always felt like she did not belong anywhere. As she juggles her life as an upright police officer who always fights for justice, she encounters an event in the form of transmigration, which changes her life forever. However, transmigration always has its challenges. She is now in a race against time as she has to fight against an evil force that threatens her one chance of returning to her original body and world. (This is my first transmigration novel so I may be lacking in some areas, but I would really appreciate your continous support. Cover image doesn't belong to me so credits to the owner. Slow burn romance and plot. Add this story to your library and happy reading! Try out my 2nd novel: The Mafia Ceo's Treasure.)

Ice_Princesss · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
108 Chs

The Return Of Miss Justice Troublemaker Part 1

"So your uncle owns such a house but makes you sell flowers? That does not make sense because anyone can clearly tell that the man is wealthy," Prince Yashiro stated, eyeing the house and garden. 

Lara just stared at the ground, not saying a single word in response to what the fox prince said.

'Prince Yashiro is right,' Astoria thought, 'How can he make a five-year-old child sell flowers by herself to raise money for her grandmother's oral surgery? Especially when he owns such a house and garden? Something fishy is going on here, and I'm going to get to the bottom of it.'

Her police senses were tingling and on high alert. She crouched down so that Lara could stand on her own. The little fox stood next to Astoria and ushered for them to follow her into the house, her hands clasped together. 

"Granny, uncle!" Lara exclaimed, "I'm home!"