The Beauty Queen

The Beauty Queen

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Romance
Evangelina Royale is the Beauty of the 55th century. She is the most beautiful woman in the world ever CREATED, and she is also the Queen. Every time the Beauty turns 18, a gruesome, dangerous Competition is held to win her hand. But Evangelina isn't just gonna sit there and wait to be forced into marriage with the bloodthirsty winner. You know that phrase "If you can't beat them, join them"? Well she just took that phrase to a whole new level. All she needs is a convincing disguise, and what better disguise than that of a boy's? But what happens when she teams up with the orphan boy who worshipped her his whole life, and the boy who hates her guts? And how the hell is she so supposed to become a guy when she is the most beautiful WOMAN in the world? What happens when she starts to care for the men at her side, especially when there can only be one winner?
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"You...You look just like an angel...A dangerous one but still.....an Angel." She attempted to smile at me. Her breathing was forced and ragged. Her forehead was covered in beads of sweat. Whether she felt any pain or not, I felt a thousand knives pierce my heart. I gently caressed her cheek with the back of my hand. All my life I never had a problem getting whatever I want. I was the last child out of four siblings. My parents spoilt me with everything. In every way. They had no problem allowing me to have whatever my heart desired. I was never met with anything I couldn't have. Until her. Until this beautiful woman who was never going to be mine. I wish I could fight to have her. I wish I was faced with a normal challenge that most men do when they were in love. A normal challenge would occasionally be them trying to prove their love for their woman, or compete for her hand if there was another man after her. I would love to compete but how could I ever compete with something which is not a being of any sort? How was I ever going to compete or battle against something I could never touch or see? How could I beat it if it is the one she has chosen to go with? How could I ever take away the freedom of choice? How could I ever compete with Death?

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