Tragédie 소설 & 이야기

Elsa lives two identities.One of her own, and the second is a guy, who she shares a body with.Everything started when Elsa decided to die because life had tested her to her limits.Now with living in two bodies Elsa tries to fix her ruined life. Will she be able to succeed?

I suffer from extreme mental illness. My sister, Ava Monroe, became a facial model to earn money for my expensive medical treatment. She was 5’3” tall but was noticed because of her beauty by a wealthy young man by the name of Dominic Pierce with a leg obsession. He imprisoned her. “This is the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen. If only your legs were a bit longer, I’d die with a smile.” Ava was forced to have leg-lengthening surgery. After the operation, her legs began to rot. Dominic found her disgusting and locked her in the basement. He tortured her until she died. I got kicked out of the mental health institute because I could not pay the medical fees. I found Dominic surrounded by beautiful women with long legs. “Those are the prettiest legs I’ve ever seen. If only your face were a little cuter, I’d die with a smile!” I pointed to the painting of Ava and scoffed, “What if I become her?”

On the day of my wedding with Hannah Hawkes, her first love, Lucas Tate, sends his critical notice to her. He mentions that he wants to wear a wedding tuxedo one last time at a wedding before his death. In order to fulfill Lucas' wish, Hannah locks me up in a lounge and gets ready to attend the wedding with him. Her impatient voice echoes outside the door. "Why are you so cold-blooded? Lucas is about to die, you know! What's the harm in letting him have his way?" Some time after that, Freya Jensen, the young woman who lives next door, gets up to the rooftop and begs me to marry her. With red-rimmed eyes, Hannah asks pleadingly, "Are you going to give up on our seven-year relationship because of her?" I merely slap her hand away. "Am I supposed to watch Freya die? It's just a marriage registration. Stop being cold-blooded, will you?"

Staring at the guy who just left the world for me didn't seem right to me; something was breaking in me I did not know what but something was there... breaking into tiny pieces; shattering maybe. " A-as-ash... " I called his name but he did not answer; his closed eyes are scaring me but the chill is scaring me for the first time... the chills I was familiar with scare me at this moment. " Maya, " I could not hold back the tears when I heard his voice; crawling away from him, my body shivering from the strong sense of cold terror that filled in my bones. I killed him " R-ro-Roy, " I breathed out but did not feel my breath back. " he has to die, Maya, he has to die, " those words did not seem right but these are maybe true. or maybe not " 3 hours, Maya... 3 hours, " that was what I am left with 3 hours. .

##Synopsis: Summer Plath was Jasper Miller’s sugar baby, and he hid her away in one of his mansions. She was not like other sugar babies. Jasper Miller picked her off the streets, and she remembered nothing that had happened in her life before that as she had lost her memory in an accident. She wanted nothing in life other than Jasper Miller. However, Jasper Miller saw her as nothing but a replacement for the woman he truly loved.“Jasper Miller, if I die one day, would you regret everything that you have done?”“Go ahead and die, then!”Summer Plath did not have any memories to call her own. Jasper Miller locked her up in a mansion and treated her like an idiot. She was a replacement, and he kept hurting her. However, one day, the little idiot who used to be completely under his control disappeared. Only then did he realize that it was too late…

Betrayed by her own step mother and stepsister, she was left to die—her body dumped into the cold sea. Everyone thought she was gone forever. But she survived. Now, she’s back with a new name, a new face, and a heart hardened by pain. She’s not here for love. She’s here for revenge.

"Realizing she didn't want him was the toughest thing he needed to overcome. How could he let his mate be? Even if he hadn't fallen for her, could he just neglect her and find someone else? What was he to do?" Aurora, swore never to have a mate when her grandmother told her she will die just the same way her mother died because of her mate. Every year on her birthday, Aurora visits the spring to say her wish (I wish not to have a mate!)  When she turned twenty-one, she went to the spring as usual and this time, Sage was passing by and he happened to be the mate she never wished for. He fell for her beauty knowing she was his mate but when he heard her wish, he left in bitterness. Why would Aurora die when she meets her mate? What happens when she finds out the person she took as her mate was actually her mate? 

Rejected by her fated mate and traded like cattle to the feared Alpha Damon, orphaned healer Maya thought her life was over. But the Cursed Alpha—whose mates all die within a year—might be her salvation or her doom. Can their forbidden love break a generations-old curse, or will Maya become another casualty of the Bloodmoon legacy?

“The Game begins in three days. Ensure they are physically fit for island deployment.”  My heart clutched.  …the Slave Games?  We weren’t brought here to work. We were brought here to die! “That’s why you brought us here?” I seethed. “The Moon Goddess will punish you! She punishes every werewolf who treats human life as worthless!”  Kalev reached out and gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.  “You’re brave,” he said. “You’re an Empty Shell. You won’t make it far. But I’m curious to see how your bravery serves in the game.” *****My boyfriend and my best friend sold me into slavery. Along with slaves from across the Seven Districts, I was sent to an island to fight and die in a bloodbath staged for the entertainment of the Capital nobility. When my wolf awakened, my wolf told me that my mate was the man who created this game: Kalev Morven.

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up. Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body. I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want. Until I was dropped into a horror game. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse. And for some reason, my livestream was still running. When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by. The other players all chose to die of old age, or peacefully in their sleep like a baby. I turned my phone to face the boss. "My fans think you're hot," I stammered. "They want me to be killed by... well, by the weapon between your legs. They said 'deeply.' Is that... an option?" The other players whispered among themselves. “This woman must have a death wish.” “Just watch. The Boss is about to tear her to shreds.” But no one expected the Boss to blush.