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It Wasn'T Suppose To Happen Book

The vengeful God in another world is me?! Wasn't it just a game?!

‘How did this happen’ The young man, practically a boy, looked at the scene in front of him. In just one glance it was possible to see dozens of people, more closely he was sure there could be hundreds or thousands of people prostrating themselves in front of him. From the center of the city square to the adjacent streets in front of the temple, with a frightening similarity to what happened in the Vatican when the Pope gave a speech. The young man sitting on a throne too big for him, inside a marble temple he could see expressions of happiness, reverence, gratitude and in some a small hint of fear. Not that he paid much attention to the others, his attention was mainly drawn to the group directly below the throne. This group was made up of people of various ages, from old men with gray and wrinkled hair, but with strangely healthy bodies and postures upright like poles, to young people of various ages including children. What this group in particular had in common was their expression, which could only be described as fanatical as they looked at the young man. The only thing that was going on in the young man's head, with all this excessive attention, was simply... ‘How did things get like this?!!!! I was just playing a game!!!!’ In a room in an ordinary apartment, in an ordinary city. A seemingly ordinary young man could be seen lying in bed with a cell phone on his chest. The cell phone was on and showing scenes from what appeared to be a game. With a small and intriguing coincidence that the young man sitting on a huge throne inside a marble temple was completely identical to the sleeping young man. ********************************************** Thanks to ImagineArt for the image
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Married to My Favorite Book Crush

Have you ever read a romance novel and wished you could marry one of the characters because of the big crush you have on them? A billionaire CEO? A hot cheerleader or ex-wife? A Mafia boss? A cute bad boy neighbor or bully? While you can only dream of it, fellow romance addict, Rhylan Hicks, got to live it. When eighteen years old Rhylan is forced by her father to enter a one-year contract marriage with a fat, sickly, older billionaire in exchange for a handsome settlement for her struggling family, Rhylan watched romantic fantasies of her dream spouse-built over a lifetime-crumble to her feet. With only days to spare before her wedding, and nothing left to lose, she indulges Readym, a mysterious book club in an old library which offered her one shot at picking her ideal man, either from any romantic novel ever written or by writing out his features and qualities in a magical diary she would be given and signing it to make him come alive. Rhylan chooses her all time favorite billionaire character to replace her distasteful husband to be. Her groom couldn’t have been more perfect. Her new life is luxurious. Her status goes from the ugly, fat girl to luckiest woman alive in the small town of Utopia to the bitter envy of her peers. Until…she starts to notice certain differences in her spouse that contradicts the features and qualities he ought to possess. Is there something the wish granting book club failed to disclose? What happens when her husband's scripted life as a novel character begins to clash with his new life in the real world, leading him to start asking burning questions about his true identity? How will Rhylan compete for his affection with his fictional love interest stuck in his head? Will Rhylan be able to keep her big secret and protect her fairytale life or will Calvin’s growing suspicion smother their fledging romance? Will she lose everything to the thorns that follow a wish that is too good to be true?
Pennedby_Precious · 11.7K Views

I Was Not Supposed To Fall In Love !

Delicate as a flower, innocence of a newborn child, beauty that could put angels to shame and the kindest of all. That's who Veneesa Des Flazear is, or thats who I, Bella Ser Mosique, am supposed to be. The sole purpose of existence is to seduce the crown prince, become the future mistress, destroy the order of this nation and then finally pave way for my people to invade this kingdom. Ever since I was a little girl, I have been trained for this mission. Comabt training, acting, geographical knowledge, expertise in herbology, weapon knowledge, social psychology and manipulation, financial knowledge and what not. I was raised to tackel anything thrown at me. This mission is more important to me than anything, and nothing shall ever come between me and my goal. All the efforts that I have done will become fruitful. If I survive throughout the mission then I will become the hero of my kingdom. I most probably will die. And I have mentally prepared myself for that as well. I was raised to become emotionless, so that I do not bond with anyone during the mission. The only emotion I ever felt was passion. Passion to see this kingdom to burn in front my very eyes. --------------------------------------------- " This is NOT how it was supposed to happen. " She said in a trembling voice. Tears threatening to fall. " Then how was it supposed to be. " He chuckled as he caressed her head. " I was supposed to seduce you. I was supposed to use you. Thats what the plan had always been. And once everything was done, I was supposed to kill you. " She said, her head hung low. Daring not to meet the eyes of the prince. " But, what happened ? Why did you go against the mission ? " He asked, his hand gently lifting her face to look into her diamond eyes. " I- " She was at a loss for words. " Hmm? You ? " " I... I " Tears fell. She could not understand why he looked at her with such a soft gaze when she said she was supposed to kill him. She sobbed uncontrollably. " Oh dear, alright I am sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you. " He chuckled as he pulled her into his soft embrace. His hand rubbed her back as she soaked the nape of his fine satin shirt.
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