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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 · ファンタジー
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Throne or Me?

I woke up having a lot of energy despite my right shoulder being numb. She was still sleeping without an ounce of culpability. Her usual expressive look makes me feel a lot of emotions which are often tumultuous. My emotions often varied from adoration to nervousness. But her childlike sleeping face was a lot more different. It didn't make me anxious. It rather pacified me. All I wanted to do was to protect her and continue to stare at her just like that. It was as if I could watch her sleep all day and night. 

Her lashes slightly moved as she opened her eyes. That instant, I had to turn away and look at the front. I had to wear a nonchalant face and a frown. 

This time, she didn't immediately straighten herself. She took her time to stare at me then slowly pull away. I grabbed my shoulder and pressed to get rid of the numbness and partially to make her feel bad for using me.

"I'm sorry," she hesitantly muttered an apology as expected.