Belladonna Rwby

A psychopath is a cold, ruthless, heartless, and inhuman being. Belladonna Salvador is one of those. She's pretty and super intelligent, just like any other psychopath. As a child, she never felt any love from anyone, and neither had friends nor anyone to talk to. She was abandoned by her father and experienced constant abuse from her mother. Even her aunt wanted her killed. As a child, love was deprived of her. All she wanted was someone to love her. Then she meets Jameson Abalos. Jameson falls for that psychopath and does everything for her while she is still seeking love. Does she even know the meaning of love? Will she ever be in love knowing that she is not capable of it? Can he tame the psychopath?

What exactly does it mean to be his bride? *** Every year, in each of the seven villages that made up the great Kingdom of Ignas, a Choosing Ritual was conducted. During this Chosing Ritual, one of the ladies in the village would be chosen to be the dreaded Dragon King's Bride. No one knew exactly why the ritual was being performed every year or what happened to the brides that had been chosen in the past. Was he turning them into slaves? Feeding them to his dragon? Or was he... feeding on them? That couldn't be ruled out. After all, there were rumours that the king wasn't like them, that he wasn't human. Yet the question relentlessly troubled the people's heart. What was he using them for?! But they dared not question the King, afraid of what fate daring to go against him would be. Anyways, none of these was Belladonna's business. Although it was her village's turn to produce a bride this year, she was certain she wouldn't get chosen. Why? Well, because she had a plan and she was absolutely certain it wouldn't fail her... or would it?

Il y a un mois, j'ai été accidentellement infectée par le poison mortel de l'aconit, sans aucun espoir de guérison. Mon corps a commencé à se dégrader jour après jour, jusqu'à aujourd'hui, où ma louve a été tuée définitivement, et ma vie est entrée dans un compte à rebours de trois jours. La veille de ma mort, j'ai accepté de transplanter mon rein à ma sœur. Mon compagnon, très ravi, a dit qu'il me compenserait plus tard. Quand ma sœur a été accusée de plagiat sur le forum de l'université pour avoir copié mon article de recherche sur la portion de Belladonna, j'ai volontairement admis que j'étais le plagiaire. Mes parents étaient satisfaits, disant que j'avais enfin compris comment me comporter. Je suis enfin devenue la bonne épouse et la bonne fille idéale qu'ils attendaient. Néanmoins, quand je suis devenue un cadavre glacé, pourquoi ont-ils tous pleuré ?