Trapped in the Story
I didn’t mean to fall into the novel. I just wanted to escape my life for a while—divorce papers, betrayal, the man I loved who turned out to be a monster. But now I’m *her*, Elara Veyne, the naive heroine about to marry Lord Kael Draven, a man history will call a tyrant. I know how this ends: blood, ruin, and a love that was never real. This time, I won’t say 'I do.' This time, I’ll rewrite the ending—before the ink dries on my fate.My hands tremble as I stare at the ivory wedding invitation lying on the vanity. "Elara Veyne to wed Lord Kael Draven"—the words shimmer faintly, as if written in blood instead of ink. I remember collapsing on my couch, divorce papers in hand, tears blurring the TV screen where some talk show host said, "You’ll find real love next time." Next thing I knew, I woke up here—inside a bodice, inside a story, inside a life hurtling toward disaster.
The maids whisper about how lucky I am. Kael is handsome, powerful, poetic. But I’ve read this book. I know he locks his brides away after the honeymoon. I know their smiles fade before winter. And I know no one listens until it’s too late.
A knock echoes. "Milady, the carriage awaits. Lord Draven insists on a sunset vow exchange at the Black Spire."
They expect me to go. The story demands it. But I’m not Elara. Not anymore. I can run. I can speak out. Or I can play along—just long enough to destroy him from within.
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The Blink of Love
I fell in love with a man who couldn’t speak, move, or open his eyes. With every blink, Daniel wrote poetry into my soul. I’m engaged to Reza, his mirror image, his blood—yet a stranger in ways that matter. Now I carry Reza’s child, but my heart belongs to the man fighting through silence. When the truth surfaces—Daniel is Reza’s twin, buried in shadow for ten years—I must choose between duty, love, and the fragile pulse of a life hanging between memory and loss.
Love Without Return
My heart beats for someone who doesn’t even notice it. Every glance I steal, every word I rehearse in my head—he’ll never know. I sit across from him in the café every morning, sipping bitter coffee just to be near him, pretending my trembling hands are from the cold. But today, he looked up. Today, he smiled. And now I’m terrified that hope might finally be worse than silence.
Marry My Enemy
You stand at the altar in a gown stitched with flames, the weight of your people’s ashes on your shoulders. Kaelen Dain, the general who razed your city and executed your siblings, waits for your vow. The dagger beneath your veil is cold against your thigh. One slash could avenge a nation. One lie could save it. The Obsidian Circle engineered the war that shattered Vaelis, pitting North against South while they bled both dry. Now they watch, eager for this marriage to fail. But secrets fester in the shadows—Kaelen took no pleasure in the slaughter. Orders came from higher hands. And your rebellion? Built on lies buried by your own blood. Lira urges you to kill him. Captain Rhen hints at treason within the Dominion. Lady Sovei dreams of an ancient force waking beneath the ruins. Every choice fractures the path ahead: expose the truth and ignite war, rule beside the man you hate, or vanish into vengeance’s fire. This marriage is a battlefield. Your heart, a weapon. Will you bury the blade—or yourself?
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