Get Out Of My Way, Devilish Duke!

My elementary school teacher said that life is like sailing, a perilous one. It was relaxing to hear the waves crashing when the weather was beautiful. But sometimes, the storm comes, and the huge waves crash. It will capsize your boat.And that storm is what I felt.During December, the students had different reactions. First, they are happy because Christmas vacation is finally starting. Second, others were worrying about whether they can pass. They also get anxious if there were incomplete projects.If you would ask me, I am quite happy. There were no projects to finish, and I surely passed this semester. Here I am staring at a poster where I am third in ... “You are a genius! Could you please donate some intelligence?” one of my classmates joked.I just laughed and said he was also smart. He nodded, tore off a page of his notebook, twisted the paper, and glued the two ends together to make a paper crown.He walked like

I closed my eyes as I sensed the strong wind blowing in the hot weather.Only then did I open my eyes when I heard the voice of a man who seemed to look for someone."Beth, I searched everywhere to find you."My eyes widened when I felt someone hug me from behind. His hands were on my waist. His chin rested on my shoulder. It felt like someone threw a bucket of icy water on me. All my body hair stood up. I struggled with extreme fear.Who is this man? Where did he get the courage to hug me ?!When I was about to confront him, he disappeared.I was the only one in this vast lavender field.Where did that go?"Big Sister! Wake up!"I rolled my eyes because of the ear-splitting voice.I knew it was a dream that is almost a nightmare.I guess my dream is weird. I did not want to have a boyfriend. Is it the ef

This is the first time I have taken part in a staring game. None of us tried to look away as if we had a non-verbal agreement in which the first to give up was the loser.The poor Crown Prince became the mediator.“Good job, Lady Bethany! I think the Duke had the same opinion,” the Crown Prince declared.Duke Frederick just let out a smile before saying, “Your Highness, I agree with your statement,” If you had agreed earlier, I would have gotten inside.They started walking towards the manor. I waited until they took several steps.This was not stupidity. The shitty game world had complex rules. There was an etiquette saying that people of higher ranks should go first. Women should remember this. There should also be distance when an unmarried woman and man interacted. Like every rule, there were exceptions. I strolled as I rubbed my palms and breathed on them. I was thankful to Reyner for giving me

Madeline’s Ruby, a stolen magical artifact. The current emperor made efforts to locate this magnificent thing, but still failed.Everyone in the dining hall dropped their silverware, drunken men suddenly became sober.Reyner gulped his red wine in one go.“Bethany, were you sure that was the real Madeline’s Ruby?” he asked.“Your Highness, Duke Klein will answer all of our suspicions.” They all turned to him. Duke Klein, my father’s best friend, Miuerella’s biological father, most of all, one of the most influential Dukes in the entire empire. I shifted everyone’s attention to him because this guy is an expert with magical artifacts. One of his businesses was selling such things.He glanced from left to right before we had eye contact. He heaved a sigh before turning to the Crown Prince.“Your Highness, please allow me to examine the ring on the statue.”&nbs

Hah! So this was what Ms. Heart meant when she bragged about how immersive this game was.Inside this cramped and somber place where the chains on my feet made restrictions to my movements, a chilly air brushed my skin, which made my hair stand up.Even if I could only see my roommate’s back, those silky yet curly silver hair was one of her assets. If I could not recognize my target from afar and even in the dark, what kind of player am I?“I didn’t know that your father has a habit of caging pretty ladies. Did he mistake us for dolls?”The girl with a heart of gold crawled as if she was a six-month-old baby — slowly but surely. With trembling rough hands, she held mine.A beam of moonlight coming from the window with grills shone on her, enabling me to confirm my hunch. Those apologetic eyes were a gateway to her complex inner world.“Do not blame yourself, my dear, especially with the fact that the deran