Hyejin gets sucked into her own book she has written. There she became the villainess of her book who is destined to die in the hands of her own exclusive butler. Unable to escape her new life, she embraces it and decided to change her fate that she wrote, in hopes she won't get killed by her butler. It doesn't matter if her life becomes tough or messy as long as she's alive, she doesn't mind! . . . . . "Milady do you favour me or his highness more?" "Of course you." "Then me or your brother?" "...You?" "Am I your favourite, milady?" "...." Why is her butler suddenly acting this way? All she did was stop abusing him. PSA: there are some swear words in this book This is my own story! I did not copy from anyone. The characters are my own that I made as well. On Webnovel, Inkitt and Tapas as well. [To be edited!] Highest ranking: #1 Butler #1 Original characters #1 Isekai #1 Anotherworld #1 Comedy #2 Female Protagonist #1 Reincarnation #1 Medieval #3 Author #2 Shoujo #7 Romance #23 Original #54 Slowburn #704 Love

[Book 3 of the Grounding the Storm series] Renit's worst nightmare has come true. Roux isn't at his side, and he's banished from his throne and his crown, leaving him nameless and on the run. While trying to escape his father's cruel reign, he has to find a way to get Roux back, putting together a team that was once on the other side of his alliance. All the while, those at the castle do what they can to ensure Roux remains alive and they must protect her sister, Celestine, at all costs, leaving some in a very dire situation to choose which side they want to ally with. This is the third installment to the Grounding the Storm series! This novel is complete. Ensure to read the first two books of the series before this one. You can find the entire series on my profile. Beautiful cover by @scmimi

Dark academia/royal core short stories each with links to the playlists that inspired them! He swept me out to the dance floor, placing his hand on the small of my back. I positioned my arm on his shoulder, reluctantly placing my other hand in his. The small skin-to-skin contact made my hand burn up and I felt like fleeing. The music began and we started to twirl around the ballroom. "My father wants you dead, you know." I reminded him. "Is that why you have come tonight?" He chuckled, "killing me will take much more than you, cruel beauty." "I wouldn't underestimate me. You know what happened before." "I certainly remember how it ended." He smirked, and I spun, slamming my heel into his foot, resulting in a stifled grunt. "So cruel." "I won't be so sloppy this time." "No, you won't." He said coolly, "But you aren't the only one with an agenda tonight." -A Dance With Your Enemy (full story inside!)