How Does Plain Folks Propaganda Shape The Emotional Conflicts In 'Attack On Titan' EreMika Fanfiction?

The Ivanovas and the Vitales are well-known aristocratic families who have maintained everlasting friendship through generations. My name is Anastasia Ivanova. I have been the daughter of the Ivanovas for twenty years, only to discover just now that I was switched at birth. When I was swept out of the Ivanova’s mansion like rubbish, Lorenzo, the youngest son of the Vitale family, firmly picked me up in spite of all objections. Lorenzo always acted cold and distant toward me. I didn’t know why he came to take me into his car at that time. He whispered in my ear again and again, ‌"I’ve wanted you for a long time."‌ He pinned me against the leather seat, making me cry until my voice was hoarse. At that moment, I finally understood his coldness over the years was not indifference but restraint. Soon after, Lorenzo overrode all objections to marry me. His parents were vehemently against me, but Lorenzo directly stripped them of power and became the youngest godfather. Scarlett Montgomery tried to stop us from getting married, but Lorenzo canceled all her credit cards and threatened to send her away. I thought we would have a happy life. Three days before our wedding ceremony, he planned to send me abroad, claiming enemies might retaliate. But, I accidentally overheard him talking to Scarlett in the hallway at night. "Thank goodness. You tricked her into leaving until after I give birth. You’re so good to me!"‌ He kissed her cheek, ‌"I don’t want Anastasia know our affair. You must keep it secret."‌ Their dialogue made me devastated. But I didn’t confront him immediately. Instead, I quietly completed my immigration paperwork as a way to make a clean break with him.

Who is Eren? "My bodyguard." ~ Being the daughter of the wealthiest man of the town can be more problematic than one thinks. When a bunch of menaces frighten the Aiyer, a bodyguard is called to order. But he is not the typical bodyguard. No suit, no earpiece. Just a thick black leather jacket with grey jeans and black boots. But little does Hayat know who he is really. ~A refreshing, hot and romantic novel with a touch of mystery to sparkle your feelings~ Warning: Mature contents

Evelina Vellmore transmigrates into an interstellar beast universe, and that's not even the most shocking part. The original Evelina is described as the fake princess who's an Inferior-class drama queen. Faced with the fate of being forsaken by all, driven to exile, and starved to death, Evelina decides she's not going to take it lying down. There are two years to go before the real princess comes back, right? In that case, she'll make the most of the time to get everything she can—people, money, and powerful connections! While she doesn't dare set her sights on the males who eventually become the real princess' court of suitors, what about the spares hovering on the edge of her orbit whom she uses and abandons? Well, Evelina is more than happy to sweep them up for herself! She finds Jasper Lunareth, the young wolfkin who's lying half-dead in a cage in the slave market, and whisks him away at once. Cedric Sinclair, the genius doctor who's psychologically scarred from his family's ill treatment that eventually leaves him disfigured? She's definitely saving that poor thing. She hasn't forgotten about Victor Nolwyn either, the foxkin who's just a pawn in his family's eyes and a money tree in the real princess' eyes. Then there's the brooding, hate-filled Elias Ashmore, whom the Star Federation throws out, and Armand Morcant, the fierce and untamable leader of the space pirates. But at some point, Evelina jolts. Something feels wrong. She's only been trying to pick up some of the crumbs the real princess casts aside. Why have they climbed into her bed? Even Gideon Vellmore, her cold and commanding adopted older brother, starts looking at her strangely… Everyone says that Evelina is a C-class Inferior female, the black sheep of the royal family whose only talent in life is throwing herself at males. But then she undergoes her second awakening and becomes the only SSS-class female in all of Centoria. She quells the front lines, absorbs the space pirates, establishes diplomatic alliance with the Star Federation, and comes to hold the very lifeline of Centoria. Thus, when the real princess shows up, armed with a system, she's completely stunned. Why is it that the males she has chosen can't hold a candle to the Inferior-class Evelina's husbands? And why is it that she can't even snatch those husbands away from Evelina? Meanwhile, as each one of the males she brought back takes turns to pull her in, Evelina massages her sore waist and sighs. "Help! I can't keep up at all!"

My little sister Willa? Always played the noble princess—even during the freaking apocalypse. She was pregnant and still trying to look like some graceful queen. I told her to end it. Safer that way. She slapped me. "Shut up. How can you be so heartless?" Meanwhile, I skipped meals so she and her rescue-pet gang could eat. When I collapsed from hunger, she snorted. "Drama queen. Think of it as a free weight-loss plan." I dragged her to the base, the safe zone, and nearly died doing it. She snatched the last of my rations. "The baby and I are good. Give the rest away." I died from my injuries—frozen, starving, forgotten. Willa? She got crowned a saint. Even landed the baby daddy—the Deputy Governor—and kicked off her perfect little fairytale. Then I woke up. Back to the moment she asked me to swear I'd protect her and the baby. This time, I laughed in her face. "Die for all I care."

On our eighth anniversary, Claire Young announced that she had already registered her marriage with her childhood friend. She took him home, ordering me around as if it was only natural. "Move to another room. Stan loves sunshine." "Stan doesn't like sweets, so don't bake any when you're at home. He'd be upset if he saw it." I kept quiet through it all and bought a ticket to leave. My friend wanted to help me out of the predicament, but she didn't think it was a big deal. "He's just being dramatic again. Let him be—he'd be caving in just a few days." Everyone laughed at that, and quietly made bets as to when I'd come crawling back to Claire's feet. None of them knew I was already inducted into the national weapons program, and that I was really leaving.

PSA: This book has high smut intensity, intoxicating chemistry and compelling family and sibling rivalry. Aanoni Adukolapo was raised to lead. He is disciplined, charismatic, egoistic, and heir to a fortune. At twenty-eight, he has carved his name into a perfume empire, a revolt against his father’s tight reins. But power has never unsettled him the way Ere does. Ereadurami is thirty-five: elegant and dangerously alluring. The kind of woman who should be sacred, a taboo, and off-limits in Yoruba culture. Her boutique displays her clothing artistry, work of a master. She is sweet, refined, but behind that subtle demeanor lies a hungry succubus. What begins as a random suggestion inside her boutique soon spirals into a hunger neither of them can resist. Every glance, every stare, every breath is calculated, meant not to seem weak. She is older, forbidden, and everything his father would use to destroy him. But the closer Aanoni gets to Ere, the harder it becomes to care about consequences. Desire is intoxicating, hypnotic and surrendering to her might be the most reckless, irresistible rebellion of all. Ere’s Scent is a sensual and erotic tale of age-gap temptation, power, and passion where legacy clashes with lust, where rebellion clashes with passion , and one forbidden woman could bring an empire to its knees.