Surviving as a wicked lady
Adamantine D’ambrisio, meaning incorruptible immortal. They say that names determine the course of ones life. In Lady Adamantine's case, things could not have been more false.
Incorruptible? Not this Lady, she was the most wicked of them all, the most corrupt of all the ladies.
Immortal? Ha! As if! I wouldn't be in this position if she really was immortal.
Emila Persephone was your everyday 2nd year college goer... Well, she would be your everyday college goer if she didn't waste her life's potential on meaningless, poorly translated online novels.
That's what Emila would have thought before all this happened. Wondering what 'all this is"?
Nothing much, just falling asleep on a pavement, and suddenly waking up in a made up world. Nothing much.
Add some salt to the wound, Emila has become the worst person ever mentioned in this world. Adamantine D'ambrisio. The wickedly jealous villainess of a R-rated novel. Unlike in the other novels she's read, she wasn't lucky enough to land into the villainess body before she became her terribly bad self. Nor was she lucky enough to end up in Adamantine's body before the R-rated content of the novel began.
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"F*ck"
'I know I might have gone a bit overboard with the drinks but I ,in no way, expected to have gone this far. C'mon Emila! You're better than this!'
I reprimanded myself as I groaned. I just woke up and I had a splitting headache. As if that wasn't already enough, my body was sore all over from last nights 'adventures'. I'm glad I don't remember it cos I'm already embarrassed from waking up nude and sticky in some strangers bed. Once I had gathered my thoughts, I got off the bed as quietly as I could and looked for my clothes.
I checked on the floor, even went to the bathroom to find 'my' clothes but they were nowhere to be found.
"Sh*t. How drunk did I get."
I mumbled to myself as I stood in the dark. I needed to leave this room before my last nights endeavor wakes up, but I need clothes for that. I let out a sigh and took a bath robe and tied it around myself. I thought I'd leave a note, but I figured it was pointless so I quickly walked to the door to leave.
Once I stepped out of the door, I was met by numerous people dressed as guards and maids, all standing just outside the door. At least I gave my card to someone loaded.
'Lady Adamantine' they all greeted in sync. I couldn't even process the name they addressed me by, or how old fashioned their clothes were, because of how embarrassed I was. "I-I'm going home!" I shouted awkwardly and made a run for it. I could only imagine how I looked running away in the middle of the night, dressed in nothing but a robe and messy hair.
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