Over My Dead Body

Over My Dead Body

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Zarina was no one special. A twenty-four year old woman scraping by in the slums, living each day with calloused hands, a sharp tongue, and a soul too tired for dreams. But one rainy night in a dark alley, her life ended abruptly under the crushing force of a large, metallic object being swung at her. Or so she thought. Because when she opened her eyes again, she was no longer Zarina the pauper... She was Lady Zarabeth, the infamous villainess of a romance novel she had flipped through days before her death. And in this new life, she's no longer powerless. She has wealth, a title, and a future laid out for her... if only that future didn't end in death by public execution. But not this time. Over her dead body. Caught between a cold-hearted duke who seems to loathe her and a charming young man who keeps crossing lines, Zarina is determined to defy the script written for her. Even if it means tearing the whole story apart. After all, if fate wants her dead again... It'll have to try harder.
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Inure: (v.) To accustom to accept something undesirable, evil, or painful. An other worldly girl is reincarnated as Queen Estella de Royalis, the villainess of a novel that is killed by her own husband. Having no other choice, she strives to save herself from that fate. However, the novel she read is not the reality she believed. ______ I tried on another, a red one this time. I twirl in its large skirt. "This one matches your eyes," I say as I spin. "This one too." I stop, putting my hands on my hips. "Are you going to order all of them?" "If I want to, yes, I will." He doesn't budge. I sigh, sitting next to him. "You know that you don't have to do this. I can go buy my own dresses." "I know, but I want to see you wear dresses that I chose. Besides, is it so wrong to want to spend time with you?" ______ Note: This is entirely my work. I want to see if I'm able to write something without a plot set up for me. I hope you like it!

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