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[If you are looking for a slow romance, you can give it a check if not, you'll be disappointed] Aera, a young 28-year-old was about to make her dream debut by opening her own floral shop that could be shipped in and around. Nevertheless, things didn't go as she planned. One would say that transmigrating to a book sound like a fantasy, however to Aera, it became a nightmare when she woke up in an unknown world even when she hasn't died yet. With an unexpected turnout, her life was hanging by a thin thread. Aera was presented with an option-either she goes back to her world with her memory erased or enter the other world, and comes back with the memory intact to have her revenge. Never did she expect of choosing the worst villain of all. A character in a book where she killed the Empress and her unborn child. Worst, the male lead was reborn time after time with his memory intact. His grudge still hung on torturing the villainess. Even more worst, the ML was a split image of her long-time crush. ----- "Do you hate me that much?" As soon as the question was raised, a table lamp flew past through the said person, smashing against the wall behind him. "More than enough to kill you right now." The female figure responded with nothing but hatred and disgust in her tone. Her jewel eyes that glow under the dark never left her gaze on the other male person who was sitting on her opposite. ----- The male lead wasn't the only one Aera had to put a guard on but even other characters when one after the other began to make an appearance. The more the flow gets out of the plot the more twisted it gets. Her only goal was to survive so she could go back home.  P.S:- English is not my first language and I am weak in grammar. I'll be happy to receive either a critics or feedback or comments...^-^ Please do give it a read till chapter 3 or above to get the clear picture.
Eternal_bunny · 142.8K Views

IN- LOVE WITH WHO EVER HE IS......

"let's go!" A feminine voice came out a bit hash, she dragged a young boy with her along with a traveler bag. "Hao please let me explain!" A man came running and tried to stop her, " let me go!" She screamed and pulled her hand out of his hold. "Madam please, don't leave, it is all my fault, please punish me! " Another voice came. And both seemed to be stopping the lady of the house from leaving in her condition, Hao struggling to leave with her child crying and hold her skirt from behind. "Hao!" "Madam!" Both screamed as the lady rolled from the stairs to the very end, still holding her child in her arms. Hao-hao's eyes were still opened and a tear rolled down her face followed by the painful scream from her. She barely saw anything else and all she could hear was the worried voices, one holding her and telling her she was going to be alright and the other trying to call the ambulance. "M.. my baby...." Was all she could say when her eyes landed on the unconscious boy on her right. Some minutes ago she had returned from shopping to find her husband on bed with their maid, that was not the deal! She went to take her child and packed a little she could carry, feeling the pain in her abdomen increase. She supported her protruding belly and took in a deep breath to calm herself before dragging the bag and her son out of the room only to meet the annoying man trying to close her trouser zip with his shirt scattered with love makes visible on his torso. She wanted to kill him, all of them but not in her situation, revenge was the least right now, she had to take her son away and cause the both of them pain but plans went wrong when she lost her balance and rolled down the damn stairs again! "Due to the situation, we had to perform a surgical procedure to remove the child and save both lives, we would have lost both because of lost of blood. Mr Gu both are in a critical condition and also the born child may have a deformity because of the heavy fall again." The doctor said and shook his head, they had done their best and the rest was in the hands of their god, if both mother and born child survive the night then it would have been a miracle. The relatives sat down in silence each either praying or thinking of something to do with Lorah silently crying and staring at the face of the sleeping boy a bandage covering his head......
Beatrice_Khaylly · 826 Views
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