Unattainable Love Superpowers の短編小説 & 小説

On the day of my wedding, my fiance suddenly announced that he had already registered his marriage with my sister. The system declared my mission a failure and sentenced me to be erased in a car crash. Just as despair closed in, Wayne Kinsey threw himself in front of me to save my life—and lost the use of his legs because of it. Later, I was given another chance to choose a new target, and I accepted his proposal. But five years into our marriage, I overheard a conversation between him and a friend. "Wayne, your crush already has a husband and children. Your legs are healed too. Aren't you going to come clean with Arden?" "No. Arden will always be a risk. Only if she keeps feeling guilty will she stay away and let Naomi have her happiness." As his familiar but cold voice echoed in my ears, my tears fell like beads of a broken string, and that was when I finally realized the so-called salvation Wayne had given me had been nothing but a lie through and through. In that case, there was no reason for me to keep holding on to this sham of a marriage.

Everyone knows that campus heartthrob Kelvin Underwood never dates anyone for more than three months. Yet, he's been with me for nearly nine months. People call me the love of his life. That is until a viral thread hits the campus forums. It claims that his first love, Tamara Wesson, is back, and he'll be dumping me any day now. I find it hilarious and want to show it to him. But instead of laughing, he pretends to be asleep, rolling over and subtly putting as much distance between us as possible. I assume he's sulking because I added another guy on social media. Like always, I throw myself onto him and let my hands roam all over his body, teasing him playfully. As I watch him close his eyes tightly and purse his lips in pure restraint, my pulse starts to race. I lean in to kiss him. Suddenly, floating comments flash into view. [The male lead is practically dying of disgust, and this second female lead is still touching him so shamelessly? No wonder she ends up getting bullied to death.] [Stephanie doesn't actually think Kelvin sees her as his true love, does she? The only reason he broke his three-month rule and stayed with her for nine months is that he found out Tamara's lucky number is nine, and so he's just doing it to get under her skin.] [Exactly! The moment our precious Tamara heard that he's been dating someone for that long, she immediately panicked and came back to win him over. Our sweet endgame couple is about to make their grand entrance!]

The apocalypse has arrived. I carry multiple special abilities and am humanity's hope. However, my wife tears those powers out of me for the sake of her true love. I'm in unbearable pain. I beg her to stop, telling her I'll die. But she doesn't care at all. "Why are you so selfish? You have so many abilities and won't even give one to Ed. Stop being so dramatic. Why do you get to be the hero while my Ed stays an ordinary person?" What she doesn't know is that each special ability is like a heart—take it away, and the person dies.

I was born without the ability to feel pain. When I was three years old, my nanny got annoyed with my crying and secretly pinched my arm until it bruised. I barely reacted, but all ten of her fingers dislocated at once. When I was eight years old, my older cousin shoved me into a swimming pool. I choked on a little water, but she ended up on the pool deck, struggling as water somehow filled her lungs. Later, my family brought in an elderly man who said I was protected by a powerful spell. Anyone who deliberately hurt me would suffer tenfold the pain in my place. From then on, no one in my family dared lay a finger on me. At 24 years old, my family arranged a marriage alliance with the Gardner family. At the engagement party, Hayden Gardner's beloved, Bailey Burke, suddenly poured warm coffee over her own wrist. She looked at me with red-rimmed eyes. "Sienna, if you don't like me, just say so. Why did you bump into me on purpose?" Hayden immediately swept her into his arms and ordered me to apologize. Mom stood beside me, shooting me warning looks. She had warned me beforehand that Bailey loved to blame others and play the victim. Mom had told me not to get drawn into her games. Looking at Bailey's barely reddened wrist, the whole act struck me as unfair. So I held out my arm to her. "If you insist I spilled it on you, then go ahead and do the same to me." Bailey froze for a moment, then let out a scornful laugh. "You asked for it. I'll give you what you want." She turned, grabbed a full kettle of freshly boiled water from a server, and flung it straight at my arm. The next second, Bailey's smile froze.

My fiancé had nearly tortured me to death, all because his first love kept turning him against me. Lying in the cold, dark basement, I made a bitter wish. If only I could switch bodies with Nolan Ralston. Then he'd finally know what he'd put me through. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in his luxurious bed, all sixteen feet of it. And there was Nolan, wearing my face, staring at me in shock. Before he could say a word, his precious first love let out a little cry and dramatically collapsed in front of him. "I was just trying to check your injuries. Why did you push me?" she whimpered, looking utterly pitiful. I watched Nolan's eyes widen, his indignation at being falsely accused written all over his face. I couldn't help it. A laugh escaped me. God, that felt good.