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The Villain's Dead Wife

As a kid, Grandma's stories were all about a lovesick maid and a prince, thwarted by a villain who never quit. But here I am, waking up in a princess gown that weighs a ton, with flaming red hair and eyes like bling-bling. Seriously, universe? Turns out, I'm Meredia Seraphine Valtoria, the forgettable princess of Dukedom Saltorra. The punchline? I'm already dead in this story, a ghostly cameo before it even starts! Thanks, fate. But no more Miss Nice Princess. Royalty? Nah. Impending doom? Not my scene. With the finesse of a startled squirrel, I'm hightailing it-from that pesky villain and this ridiculous plotline.

Flower_Ashesh · Fantaisie
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A Breath Away From Doom

And then-

I opened my eyes, my vision clouded with tears. The creature was suspended mid- lunge, its feral rage barely held back by the flickering barrier of Kairan's spell, its dark magic pushing against the fragile defenses.

Then, the curtains on the balcony stilled, and Kairan stepped into the room- a chilling presence of unyielding menace. His calm was cold, his expression a mask of ruthless precision.

Without a flicker of emotion, Kairan approached the creature. A searing, blinding light erupted from his hand, and the creature's scream was a guttural, primal wail that cut through the air with a sickening edge. Kairan's face remained impassive as he gripped the creature's neck with an unrelenting, vice- like hold.