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.
Sorry
It has been more than twenty-four hours since the incident. A night and a whole day had passed and now was the middle of the next night. I knew that much. But from his eyes, I could say that he hadn't slept a wink in between the incident and now. I knew it from just a glance.
He looked very tired. His hair was dishevelled and his eyes were red. They were still red like the last time I saw them the day before. Victor had this habit to hide his emotions, despite that, I could always read what exactly he is feeling from his eyes. I could read his eyes. And this time, all I see in those eyes were anger and trouble. He was looking at me with those red eyes and I couldn't help but reach out to him to ask what exactly was making him feel that way.
I stretch my hand and touched his face. "You're here," I muttered slightly squinting my eyes.
He didn't answer me and it scared the hell out of me. He wasn't willing to talk which meant he still hadn't forgiven me.