"Princess. The title was never meant for me." The story starts with "Once upon a time" and ends up with "She died with her head unattached to her body." May 22 2020 - #1 in ParallelUniverse June 01 2020 - #1 in Isekai June 01 2020 - #1 in Magic June 04 2020 - #1 in Otome

One Year, that's what they agreed upon. That's why she worked so hard to please him. That's why she did everything in her power to help him and his people. So she could live her second life, the way she wanted. In peace. One Year, they promised each other. To live a life as husband and wife. One Year, to convince everyone that they were a loving couple. One Year, to gather information on his enemies. One Year, to gather as much support and power from the royal court to his side. One Year, of playing pretend and fooling the whole Kingdom of their fake love story. Little did she know, it only took One Year for him to fall in love with her. Will he keep to his word of One Year? Or go back on it and break their promise?

Leaving this world, was not part of my plan. Until fate decided, that no, you need to die today. ___________________________________________________________ She was reincarnated with a task at hand. To save the male lead using her abilities, and to become a beauty? 'Why do I even need to be beautiful?' [You don't need to be beautiful. You need to be a beauty.] '...What's the difference?' [You will know in time.] Please be warned that the author is an amateur writer and has limited knowledge and capabilities involving grammar, proofreading, and writing in general. In short, There will be grammatical errors and constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Oh, and the pic in the cover is not mine. Credits to the artist who made the art.

Transmigrating into a cannon fodder villain from her favourite novel, Cecil Lan, our heroine decides to change her entire fate. Her only goal was to prevent her precious protagonist from meeting the miserable ending, and to help him live happily ever after with the main female lead. It was all going well until...the protagonist falls in love with Cecil Lan instead, including all of his other fifty soul fragments scattered throughout the world. ------ [ Congratulations! You have unlocked the rarest achievement "Steal the Role of the Female Lead"! Celebrate and rejoice, Cecil Lan! ] Cecil: "..." Cecil: "...that's not how it's supposed to work! What about my OTP?!" [ Congratulations! You and the protagonist are the OTP of the novel now! Celebrate and rejoice, Cecil Lan! ] Cecil: "......" ------ M18 due to the mild use of profanities, mild gory scenes in the later chapters. This story also features a mentally unstable male lead, both possessive and obsessive. This is my own story, not a translated book. Started: Jan 6, 2020 Ended: May 28, 2021 (1 - 187)

[Chen Ju Fen] The chrysanthemum fragrant blooms at dawn. At the age of 22, she died by the hands of her so-called husband and at the feet of her 'sworn' sister. Dying regretfully for wasting her life on a man who had thrown her away so easily like an used tissue, she opens her eyes to the familiar sight of her bedroom at the age of 16; it was exactly one year before she married him. Now she makes a choice: follow with the original story or take another route. NOT A TRANSLATION: this is my own humble story. All rights reserved. Do not plagiarize. Cover picture belongs to me while other photos used throughout the chapters do not, and I don't claim them. They belong to their rightful owners. Viewer's discretion is advised. Story contains usage of strong language, violence, and heavy sexual contents. Read at your own risk! Highest Rankings reached: #1 Novel #1 Revenge #1 Short story #1 Mature

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

2 years is short... 2 years is long... Days pass like years. Years continues on for eternity. Do you still remember the promise? This is a continuation of the Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Volume 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

My name is Calla Lind. Ever since my reawakening, I have live my life the way I wanted. I was able to be Calla, meet people as Calla, and have people see me as Calla. I had thought to let go of the past and be free of it. Now I know, letting go also means moving on. This is a continuation of the CALLA. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: BOOK 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

My name is Calla Lind. For 20 years, I have lived within the shadow of my beautiful older sister - chasing and holding onto an illusion of love. A love that will never belong to me... Now with this second chance of life, I won't chase after illusion. I won't rely on someone else for happiness. I will do what I want, enjoy what I do, and learn to let go. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".