Fairy Tail Death

「大学を辞めたくないなら、俺の手の中に落ちてこい」 　幼い頃から私を見知っていたと言う９歳年上の男が、ある日突然そんな言葉と共に私の生活を一変させた。 ―― 　母の入院費用捻出のため、せっかく入った大学を中退するしかない、と思っていた村陰 花々里（むらかげ かがり）のもとへ、母のことをよく知っているという御神本 頼綱（みきもと よりつな）が現れて言った。 「大学を辞めたくないなら、俺の手の中に落ちてこい。助けてやる」 　なんでも彼は、母が昔勤めていた産婦人科の跡取り息子だという。 　学費の援助などの代わりに、彼が出してきた条件は――。 クスッと笑えるラブコメ（全32章） （改稿版 2020/08/14〜2021/08/19）

My husband forces me to donate my remaining kidney to his true love. He wants to save her from death by uremia. I try to tell him that I have kidney failure—I'll die if I donate my kidney. However, he roars, "Stop playing your jealous games when Shawna is so gravely ill! Don't you have a heart?" Under his forcefulness, I'm taken to the hospital to get my kidney removed. Ultimately, I die in a corner of the hospital.

Hubert Parker and I had been together since our teenage years. We went from innocent first love to planning a lifetime together. But a week before our wedding, he died in a sudden accident. I cried until I nearly passed out, only to see strange messages flashing before my eyes. [Can someone please tell the poor female lead he’s not really dead?] [Hubert’s secret lover ran away after hearing about his wedding. He faked his death that very night and flew overseas to chase her. The female lead’s crying by his grave while the mistress is crying in his bed. This is killing me!] [What a pity. When he finally came back, she knew nothing and still married him with a smile…] Half a month later, news spread across Ashford that I was engaged to the heir of one of the city’s most powerful families. One of Hubert’s closest friends confronted me in disbelief. “It hasn’t even been that long since Hubert passed, and you’ve already found someone new?” “He’s gone. I can’t spend the rest of my life in mourning, can I?”

My sister was the golden child, the pride of our family, but she had a rare blood disorder that required treatments costing thousands every month. To keep her alive, I became her personal blood donor, working nonstop to pay for her care and delivering food all day and night. But one day, she nearly died from hemorrhaging after trying to abort a pregnancy. That’s when I learned the child she was carrying belonged to my boyfriend. When I confronted him, he didn’t even flinch. Instead, he dragged me to the operating table himself. “You were born to be her blood bank. Dying for her? It’s the best thing you’ll ever do.” I was left there, bleeding out, my life slipping away with every drop. But as death closed in, something changed. The people who once hoped I’d disappear—the ones who used me, betrayed me—they all began to unravel, losing their insanity.

Lacia la Midford adalah seorang putri, namun ia ditakuti dan dikucilkan karena racun di dalam tubuhnya. orang-orang menyebutnya sebagai Putri Racun. Keluarganya membenci dan juga mengabaikannya. Semua orang mengasingkan Lacia layaknya putri terbuang.Puncaknya ketika Lacia memutuskan untuk terjun dari tebing ketika pasukan kerajaannya sendiri memburunya untuk dibunuh. Sakit hati karena perlakuan yang ia terima selama ini membuat Lacia mengubah identitas dan penampilannya. Ia pun menemukan keluarga baru yang lebih menerimanya dibandingkan kerajaannya dahulu. Semua berjalan lancar, hingga akhirnya di sebuah pesta, kakaknya, Lucius la Midford, melihatnya. Lucius meminta bahkan memaksa Lacia untuk kembali ke kerajaan, yang jelas ditolak tegas oleh Lacia. Ia tidak mau lagi merasakan penderitaan yang sama bila kembali ke kerajaannya.Namun, ketika Lacia tahu apa yang menyebabkan Lucius begitu memaksanya untuk kembali ke kerajaannya sendiri, Lacia yakin, bahwa apa yang ia lakukan sekarang adalah hal yang tepat.“Hidupku dulu lebih rumit dari strategi perang, dan ketika aku mendapatkan kebebasan dalam hidup, kau datang dan membual ingin menikahiku. Kau pikir dirimu siapa?” –Lacia la Midford/Leia Vertensia“Kalau bukan karena kaulah pemegang utama tahta kerajaan, aku tidak akan memintamu untuk pulang. Aku membencimu, karena racun yang ada di tubuhmu itu seharusnya menjadi milikku.” –Lucius la Midford“Berani menyentuh Leia, kau akan berurusan denganku. Leia tidak akan kuserahkan pada lelaki pengecut sepertimu.” –Mikail Jester

WARNING ⚠️ PG 18 THIS BOOK CONTAINS SENSITIVE CONTENT, READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED. "For every pain you have made me feel," I whispered, "you will feel ten times more." The wind carried my words away. "I will make sure every member of your family feels the same pain and torment you forced upon me." I stepped back, further into the shadows. "The sins of the father," I murmured, "will be visited upon his children.” ******************************************** Betrayed by her boyfriend, Ruby watched her family gruesomely murdered. She was defiled by her parent's killers and left to the cold hands of death, However, it seems fate had so much in store for her, As she was Saved by a Ruthless Mafia lord, Kairo, driven by Rage, and Betrayal, and pain of losing her loved ones, Ruby vowed to get her revenge on Harlow's family. Unexpectedly, Ruby finds love amid her revenge, caught between carrying out her revenge or accepting her feelings. Will she be able to get her revenge on the Harlow family? Or will she give it all up for the sake of love?

After my eight-year-old twin sister was kidnapped, my dad became the person who wished for my death more than anyone else in the world. He would always say, "Zachary is an ungrateful brat! A good-for-nothing!" So, when the news of my disappearance reached the school, my dad leads everyone in cheers. He even spreads word of my misdeeds everywhere. "Zachary stole a poor student's tuition fees and even made a false police report accusing the teacher of hitting him!" "That's right! He even helped traffickers kidnap children—his own sister was almost sold by him! I hope he dies soon!" Five years later, my memories are extracted and projected onto a large display screen. And yet my dad, who hates me to the core and wishes for my death, falls to his knees and begs for my forgiveness the moment he learns of my death.

On the fourth day after my son's death, I decided to secretly dissolve my military marriage with my husband. Before that, I had three days to settle everything for my son. On the first day, I tricked my husband into signing the cremation papers. On the second day, I went to the school and collected the textbooks my son would never get to use. On the third day, I cooked a table full of dishes and begged my husband to celebrate our son's last birthday. He agreed, but soon after claimed he had a mission. Instead, he spent the entire night setting off fireworks with his childhood sweetheart. That night, I cooked. Then, I sat alone before my son's photo and ate all my son's favorite foods. The next day, my husband returned, guilt flickering in his eyes as he handed me a brand-new backpack. He said it was a gift for our child's first day of school. But he didn't know—our child would never have a first day of school.

My younger sister and I were born twins, yet from the very beginning, our parents had zero fondness for me. My sister was the family's good-luck charm, while I was hailed as the harbinger of misfortune. I was blamed for every calamity, while she got all the credit for every blessing. Even after my death, I heard them say, "If we had abandoned her at birth, or even ended her life then, none of this would have happened." I had once tried desperately to win their approval, only to be met with cold indifference. When I finally secured a coveted civil service post, they celebrated me for the first time in my life. I naively believed that I had been acknowledged at last. But then, they said, "Give your job to your sister. She needs it more." At that moment, something inside me completely died. I tried so hard to cling to the hard-won proof that I was not the family's misfortune, yet even that slipped through my grasp. In the end, I lost everything, even the life they had never once cherished.

I knew my husband, Josh Perkins, had faked his death and taken on his younger twin brother's identity—but I never said a word. Instead, I went straight to the commander of the military district and filed an official report of my husband's death, requesting his name be permanently removed from the service rolls. In my last life, my brother-in-law died in an accident. Josh gave up his rank as regimental commander, abandoned his own name, and stepped into his brother's shoes—all to spare his fragile sister-in-law from becoming a widow. Back then, I recognized him immediately. I confronted him and demanded to know why he was pretending to be a dead man. But Josh just looked through me, cold as a winter morning. "Riley, I know you're grieving Josh. But I'm not him. Don't mistake me for my brother." He shielded that delicate sister-in-law of his behind him, then shoved me into the icy river and warned me not to harbor delusions. Later, our five-year-old daughter cried, asking why her daddy didn't want her anymore. For that, she was dragged to the cowshed for "reflection"—left there, starving, for three days and nights. My mother-in-law called me a curse, a jinx who'd killed her son, and threw my daughter and me out with nothing but the clothes on our backs. Josh made sure everyone knew I'd "gone mad"—that I was lusting after my brother-in-law before my husband was even cold in the ground. The whole town turned their backs on us. That last winter, I wandered the streets with my girl, dazed and numb, until the cold finally took us both. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the very day Josh buried his old life and stole his brother's.