There's an Author, Yavira Chiu, who's into writing tragic tales. One day, she's strolling down the street, minding her own business, when bam! She gets hit by a truck. Next thing she knows, she's not Yavira anymore-she's some random maid.
"Ugh, why a maid? This story is so ungrateful. If I didn't pen it down, it wouldn't even exist," she grumbles, clearly not thrilled with her newfound role. Yavira's got quite the attitude, let me tell you. But hey, let's see if she can hack it in her own tragic narrative.
"What's the name of this maid again? No, wait, my name, rather," she mutters, eyeing herself in the mirror while sporting a plain ol' nightgown-not exactly haute couture.
"Miyahani," she whispers, rubbing her temples. "The name's not winning any beauty contests, but at least the girl's got a face," she remarks, somewhat begrudgingly.
"Now, let's see. I can actually watch my own story unfold live. Pretty cool, right? Though, I'm dead, so it's kind of a toss-up," she says, sounding a tad bored.
Still, she's excited to see her favorite characters in action, even if this story is playing out like a Greek tragedy.
So, will Yavira manage to navigate her own narrative? Guess we'll find out.
(This is my own work)
I update everyday
(I do not own any pictures of it, crdts)
(🔞Warning: This story is not for the faint-hearted or those allergic to raw, unfiltered adult content. Prepare yourself for a journey into the depths of maturity where delicate sensibilities come to wither and die. Viewer discretion is advised, unless you enjoy your innocence being brutally maimed by words.🔞)
Zoella's last memory was when she drowned in the lake but suddenly she found herself in a strange world. A world where magic and mythical creatures existed. However, what's waiting for her was beyond her imagination.