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Another laugh escaped me, and the tension that had been gripping my chest and neck all evening loosened slightly. FELIX: What is it with you and these comparisons? And yes, apparently, I am the weirdest one in Whitmore High. There was no need to explain further…it was a matter of time before she’d choose to abandon me for the bandwagon of Elias’ crazed fans; everyone always did NOVELLWARRIOR: I’m an eighteen-year-old girl obsessed with morally grey male leads and crazy five-hundred-year-old fictional male beings….of course, I’m a bit quirky.

I stomped my feet like a pouting child. “Is there anything wrong?” Kavon questioned, out of the blue. I didn’t notice that I had almost gotten home until I looked up at Kavon and then I glanced at the mansion. “Uhm… N…nothing.” I replied, then I walked into the mansion. When I got into my room, I sat on the bed like a lifeless being. Thinking back to when Professor Darwin asked me to have sex with him, I felt frustrated. “I can’t have sex with that man. No. There has to be another way around this.” I muttered under my breath as I stared at the ceiling.

Michael's back straitened. "...your mind will be destroyed. Miss Calvin will be placed in eternal servitude in one of the dungeon dreamscapes. Your mother and the girl Lucy will be killed since they have been affected by your power." Michael clenched his fist and lashed out with his will. The man stopped speaking as his throne was tossed backwards by a massive blow.

The moaning from the room intensifies and when i could no longer take it, I brought out my headphone and played my favorite sound. “Oh! This is helpful.” I said as I melted in the magic of the song. My face felt clearer and I decided I needed a mind stimulation. I brought out my laptop and scrolled through one of my favorite web novel stories. I opened the most intriguing book cover only to close and scroll past it, Totally boring and cliche! How could a female lead be that gullible! The storyline is unbelievable. I opened many more synopsis but, more of those stories popped up, the exact ones I hate. Damn these authors.Always giving the female leads up for ridicule just as I was in my real

Later, I changed the sheets to gray. Sophia kept talking, unaware. "So if your fiance couldn't even handle pink sheets, maybe he didn't love you enough." The cup burned my fingers. I almost dropped it. I tried to smile. "Maybe he didn't." The room went quiet. Sophia looked confused, but Luca's voice turned cold before she could ask. "Or maybe he came back and found out the woman waiting for him hadn't waited at all." My breath caught. Sophia frowned. "Luca, what does that mean?"

I could hear my heart pounding inside my chest and my vein thumping in my throat. "So before taking another wrong step think about your little friend here," he spoke. He had filled the remaining distance between us and towered over me. I looked at Claire, who was staring back at me. This man has destroyed everything of me before and now, he was back to destroy me. You must be wondering who this man was and why was he after me. So, let's start from the beginning. This story began about a year ago. On my birthday night, that night which became my worst nightmare. I remember it as if it only happened yesterday.

Reality sucks! I groan both from irritation and frustration, I rubbed my eyes from the sun entering my room. Where's my Prince charming? ''No don't go,come back and kiss me ,come back and kiss me damn it,"I shouted angrily to no one in particular. My best friend gave me a crazy look ,like I have finally lost it and she's one step away from calling a mental institution to take me. "Sam who are you talking to? ,don't tell me it one of those your stupid dream of your night in shining armour coming to rescue you from your evil sister ,"I ignored her statement feeling embarrassed knowing full well she was right.

I felt stupid enough to apologize to him tomorrow and bring him a cookie. A flood of nonsense hit first: roleplay forums; romance book rec lists that looked suspiciously like my browsing history from lonely winters; wikis that read like teenagers high on Mountain Dew had built them at three in the morning. I dug harder, forcing my way past fanfic to the kind of folklore sites with ugly fonts and long paragraphs.

… Clinging to the 18 male hosts Mandy had hired, I bawled my eyes out. Sipping on a cocktail, she laughed at how pathetic I was. "Oooh, looks like you like him!" Was she serious? I was heartbroken after being abandoned, yet there she was, rubbing salt on my wounds. "Hmm, fake incest—just my thing! I'm definitely writing fanfiction about you two tonight. If you like him then just jump his bones! Once you get into it, you'll forget all about everything else…" Pursing my lips, I retorted, "You're one to talk. Why aren't you making a move after hiring so many men?"

They will rape Nadya in their minds. I am Nadya's husband. Only I can enjoy her beauty. After that, they will make Nadya as character of (y/n) in an erotic fanfiction on Pattpad. I've seen fanfiction they made about me, and it's disgusting. "Erwin, look. You are trending in switter."