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Villainess Trains Her Assassin

[World: the 19th century] [Theme: Reincarnation and Royal Love] The daughter of the Duke, Adela Virginia, who was born with incredible magical power, tragically died once. Her last memory was of using her magic to destroy the royal family. She was so vengeful that she tamed monsters with her extreme power. Her actions wrecked everything. But, in the end, she discovered she was being exploited by the first prince, whom she had never seen. The prince, who was he? If she helped the prince, why was she killed? Who was the girl who fatally stabbed Adela? In her woozy vision, she couldn't see her face clearly. She could only remember one word the killer had used to express how frequently she hated her. "Adela, I hate you. I wish I could kill you when we first meet". When Adela opened her eyes, it was dawn. She was astounded to learn that God had given her a second chance. Will she be successful in discovering the truth this time? Will she meet the prince this time? Will she be able to find that murderer? ***Story*** *Bind you in hellbound. *Under the sunshine. *My tempting dummy/ Uncle, love me deeper. [Weekly Targets 400 power stones= 2 bonus chapters. 600 power stones= 3 bonus chapters. 800 power stones= 4 bonus chapters. 10 Golden Tickets= 2 bonus chapters. 100 Golden Tickets= 4 bonus chapters.]

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I am not you friend anymore

Camilla's heart fluttered with a mix of nostalgia and trepidation as she navigated the ruins. Each corner held a story, and every cracked wall whispered a secret. It seemed Camilla lived in Sofia and had left behind her past, burying it beneath layers of time, but now it seemed that the ghosts of her history were resurfacing.

As she approached a crumbling building, memories flooded her mind. The walls seemed to whisper her name, carrying the echoes of her laughter and tears. Camilla's smile faded, replaced by a somber expression, as the weight of her past settled upon her shoulders. But actually, it was not her past; it was Anesthesia's memory. She could sense everything as the spirit of Anesthesia led her.

The mischievous glint in her eyes transformed into a determination to confront the shadows that lingered. The secrets she carried were burdensome, and now, during the chaos, the time had come to face them.