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No Romance, Please

Fate or accident? I don't know what it was. It played a cruel trick in my life and one day, I was not living anymore. I died! I got transmigrated into my favourite novel, ‘Romance, Please’! (Ok, I agree that it's not a good title but still, I used to love this story.) In the book universe, I pretended to be a princess, started to live in the palace, and even got my very own platinum tiara. I lived much better than in my previous life. But I had to pay the price... The book I loved the most wanted me dead, just for the sake of another character’s development. I had to die in two years, again for the story to progress. Should I wait and watch for the plot to kill me? That's not me! I just chose to rewrite the novel from scratch, together with the villain. Fates started to change. I was made into a queen, the sole ruler of my kingdom. Then again, I had to pay the price. This time it was to sacrifice my love. Plot twist, No Romance, Please, cause it's injurious to health. ************************************************************ Warning: This is a twisted, erratic, nonsensical romance book.

DyaAran · Fantasía
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The Punishment

"Your Highness!" the man behind me got off Darth and gave me a hand. I was still looking up at that huge building which could possibly be equally tall as a seven or eight-storey building.

From the outside, I could hear the noise coming from the inside. There was still time. I walked towards the door.

"Your Highness!" he followed me. 

"I have no time for you," I hurried.

"It's better to use the passageway. You'll be stopped if you use the main gate," he looked at me up and down. I was indeed wearing a white dress, mostly stained in blood. There is a high chance for them to stop me as he said.

"But there is no other way I know," I paused on my track and turned. He was looking at me with raised eyebrows. "You know?" I raised my eyebrows in shock."

"Follow me, your Highness," he said as he started to walk to the left-hand side of that amphitheatre.

"Who the hell are you?" I annoyedly asked. "How do you know all this stuff?"