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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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My System was Muted!

In a realm where folks wielded unique "Goldfingers," fonts of magical prowess, Lucas Evercrest remained blissfully unaware of his own exceptional potential. Little did he fathom that he harbored this incredible power deep within, an untapped wellspring. While others soared to grand heights, Lucas inadvertently subdued his Goldfinger, leaving him stranded at the humbling level 1, watching as his peers flourished. One fateful night, enveloped in the haze of sleep deprivation, our unsuspecting protagonist's world shifted. Battling to embrace slumber's embrace, he carelessly brushed against the "Mute Notifications" icon on his Goldfinger's interface before drifting into dreams' embrace. Seasons swept by like leaves on the wind, and there he stood, drowning sorrows in whiskey's amber embrace and endless loaves of bread, mourning an elusive system he believed had passed him by. Amid the din of a bar, laughter rippled like an unsteady melody. Echoes of "Status Open" danced in the air, chanted by playful kids, each repetition a chorus of mockery. Weariness pressed his head against the bar's cool surface, a failed shield against the jeers and japes. "Status Open, Status Open, Status Open," he muttered, lips grazing the wood, words coated in a blend of irony and irritation. And then, as if summoned by this weary incantation, a radiant cerulean window materialized before him. Within its luminescence, Lucas Evercrest's identity flickered, inscribed alongside his meager statistics: "[Lucas Evercrest], [Level 1 [^], Job: Starter], [HP: 1220, MP: 123], [Str:84, Agi:93, Int:43, Ins:23, Wis:53, Def:32, Sta:45, Dex:32, Con: 122]." Details unfurled like a tapestry, revealing a mosaic of attributes. His handiwork, etched in the fabric of his being, began to come to light. The window whispered of abilities and names, secrets shrouded in cryptic notation: "[Abilities: Open to show more.], [Titles: Open to show more.]" Yet even amidst this revelation, a sobering truth lingered – his status, labeled "Intoxicated," stood as a stark reminder of his present condition. Experience, captured within the confines of "EXP: 100/100," hinted at untapped potential, awaiting the spark of realization. An "Inventory" beckoned, promising more to explore, yet the ever-watchful "Missed Notifications" count of "99+" bore the mark of silence, a testament to a bygone era when his Goldfinger's voice remained muted. And so, in the quiet hum of the bar, amidst the ebb and flow of laughter and life, Lucas Evercrest's journey unfurled anew. The forgotten Goldfinger, once stifled by his own inadvertence, stood poised to rewrite his destiny, as he grasped the reigns of his dormant power, eager to ascend beyond the confines of level 1 and embrace the legacy that had patiently awaited his awakening. *This synopsis was written by someone else who wishes to remain Anonymous, thank you to who did it.* *Title is pending for the cover.*
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