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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 · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
144 Chs

Dual

"Greetings, Field Marshal!" her eyes flicked once at my sight. Her lips elegantly curled on one side. 

"Haven't you heard about the rules? My practise ground is not for others to wander around," she said slightly raising her eyebrows. 

"Forgive me, Your Highness. I thought you might need me here," I replied.

"What for?" she titled her head. 

"To practise of course," I swiftly creased my brows.

Athena pulled away the sword nodding her head. "Practise," she muttered. "We should practise," she grabbed her index finger across the edge of her shiny sword. "Pick yours," she pointed to her left with her eyes.

I looked in the direction she pointed. I soon understood that it wasn't just a practice ground but an armoury. Many weapons were exhibited to my eyes on the board behind her. They were all new and of great quality. They were all shiny and sharp, just like her personality. 

"Does your Highness expect a dual?" I looked at her.