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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 · Kỳ huyễn
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The Fear of Losing

She wasn't there when I looked up. She wasn't anywhere near me. She had left. Just like two years ago... Once again I was left alone in the forest.

Isolated... When this feeling caught me I felt wretched. I felt like I have no resurgence in life for me anymore.

Suddenly, I felt scared. I was jealous and angry. Yes. But I didn't want to be left alone, once again. I looked around for her traces. I couldn't find any. At last, with desperation, I ran searching for her. I hurried back towards the village searching for her in the surroundings. 

Finally, I entered the village gates.

The two commanders and Alastair who were kneeling now appeared to be a lot more relaxed. The commanders were standing below the cypress tree and Alastair was sitting on a bed put outside the hut. The deputy head of the village was conversing with him, which looked more like an interrogation.