𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚; 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐚 she's going to live up to her name whilst bound to her chains, and she won't let a mere novel, a fake princess or a delusional emperor get in her way. // lovely princess dimension? // who made me a princess fanfic tw; violence, gore, murder, swearing, mentions of suicide, novel spoilers, canon divergence, slow updates on hiatus.

Hanya 4 Chapter :D (Kalau aku niat aku lanjut :v)

**WARNING CONTAINS MATURE THEMES**** After dying from a car accident, Erika wakes up in the body of Duchess Rosetta Rowells, a side character in the BL novel she had been reading. And soon the three people discover a brand new world. "Please don't look away Duchess" 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 ***PICTURE NOT MINE***

Like some Isekai protagonist, you were thrust into the fantasy world of a game you may or may have not spent too many hours playing. You have no intention of becoming some fanfiction reader insert trope and did everything you could to remain as a background character. So then why... why were you involving yourself with the two most dangerous men in this world?

Cale X OC ICE EMPRESS a thousand plus WC per chapter uwu You will 100%like it uwu)/☆ Btw I made that cover :3 Author can Digi art too huehue♡♡♡

Hello, this is a TOTCF story that I am picking up for a friend, @Trinitypurple. Please enjoy! You were transmigrated into your favorite novel, Trash of the Count's Family. Worse yet, you're not a powerful hero or a cunning villain-you're M/n, an orphan trying to survive alongside your little sister Chloe. At first, it seems like you're just another bystander in a world of magic and conspiracies, but soon you realize there's far more to your new life than meets the eye. Your memories remain intact, and adjusting to this new world is as chaotic as expected. Back in your first life, you were a high school or college student juggling Tae Kwon Do, violin practice, and an insatiable love for novels-especially TOTCF, which you practically devoured. These skills now serve as lifelines. But your knowledge of the story makes you cautious-one wrong move, and you might find yourself swept into the chaos you're desperately trying to avoid. Yet, something feels off. Strange memories and unexplainable sensations surface at the edges of your mind, like echoes of a past that isn't yours. Your strength and resilience seem to go beyond what should be possible, and a fiery energy you can't quite control stirs within you, revealing itself in moments of danger. You dismiss it as an oddity-at least, until others begin to notice too. As the truth about yourself begins to unravel, you're left with more questions than answers. Who-or what-are you? And why does it feel like your presence here is rewriting the story itself? In a world where danger lurks behind every corner and your knowledge of the future might be as much a curse as a blessing, the choices you make will determine whether you remain a mere bystander or become something far greater. Remember, this is a MALE READER story. MxM will be present. Inspiration drawn from A Butler Apparently by ReiReiWritesHere, Stable Boy; Trash of the Count's Family by evamourn, and Red String Wasn't Broke Yet by Nulho1.

All I could see, was darkness as a strong sound hit my ear. . . . "husband?" I opened my eyes, saw the face of a beautiful brown haired woman. 'What did she call me? Where am I? Are those bastards playing a prank?' My mind is messed up. "Husband! are you okay? You got injured while practicing your martial arts." I frowned. "Who are you? Who are all of them?" Violan's hands trembled hearing that. "Bring the healer here immediately! He hit his head hard, he must have lost his memory." Violan quickly gave orders and the servants followed. 'Why are they so noisy? I didn't really know them from the start.' I looked in the mirror in the room. '......' Shit! Whose body is this!? Note: I'm not really goot at English. And I using a transition for help.

Ah, being transmigrated in a novel as a small villain that's destined to die... Okay, cliche. But I don't care if it's cliche. My life is on the line here, alright?! I don't want to die because of the promise Cale made with Raon! I'm going to survive as Neo Tolls, and thrive as Neo Tolls! - there seems to be a problem with uploaded pictures in chapters, so if that hinders your reading experience, I am sorry. this story came from a weird place, so I don't have many coherent ideas. please expect many plot holes. and edits. also, I am not a novel reader. I just wanted to say that. still, please enjoy. ps. this story might turn into a double rainbow. triple, even.

"How the f*ck are you a normal butler?!?" -Cale Henituse (A Trash of the Count's Family/Lout of the Count's Family Fanfiction) ~•~•~•~•~ A/N: I don't own the story "Trash of the Count's Family. This is a fan made fiction.

He's got you pinned, hands rounding your struggling form as his piercing cold gaze continues to devour you whole. You don't hesitate to glare back. "I'll say this once, so you better get this into that little mind of yours." He growls, slowly leaning in. "You. Belong. To. Me." ~ Thank you so much for the cover ©️minjification ©️cuddlejun 💜 Aka ©️Taemeaway_km 💙 HR: 1# in Fanfiction HR: 2# in FanFiction - ⓜⓐⓙⓞⓡ ⓔⓓⓘⓣⓘⓝⓖ ⓘⓝ ⓟⓡⓞⓒⓔⓢⓢ.