This was for a road trip project please excuse my word vomit
Cold air filled my nostrils , jolting awake . I find my self in a huge bed guessing at least queen sized but compared to the vast room it resided in it looked like a normal bed
What was perticular was the objects scattered all around the room . Gold object lay randomly the reflection of the window dives the illusion that it glows . These decorated with random equally impressive looking gems masterly crafted and manipulation of the gold it self
Shocked by this room I had forgotten about my tragic death . Back to me.
After trying for years battling the world against all odds I thought I finally made it getting in to good collage escaping the small town to the big city set out to be a lawyer . I stood there expressionless the comfy blankets could almost suck in all of the mystery hate I have left. almost!
Today or yesterday was a normal day for me . Recently I had gone in to a faze of otomo game novels as if finishing all the games weren't enough Reading fanfiction and novels were my only source of entertainment making bad choices is my thing
I was reading the typical novel of the typical light magic user commoner girl and her simps ( I don't regret ) fight other simps who had somehow fell in love with her too?????
After taking no STEALING my time going through the plot I couldn't find a single likable character
The light magic power girl or whatever her name was is bland as a peace of card board . Her one defining trait is that she doesn't need a man until she does and of course and also I'm so nice and kind why does everyone like me I obviously don't deserve it ¿??????????¿??????????¿??????????
And the male leads ... I don't have the brain capacity for this right now they are not worth my time or effort ... " None" I accidentally shouted
This felt like a fairy tale
As if slipping and falling wasn't enough I had to DIE ???? RIGHT ???
Fucking embarrassing I felt thy great great grandma face palm and she lived until the ripe old age of 70 with both cigarettes and alcohol . Her advice was right I should have minded my own business
Gosh darn but none the less this was spilled milk there is nothing I could do
I get up an look though the closest reflective surface . What I see though the lamp was a handsome man 16 to 17 years of age with striking red eyes that stroke terror to anyone who dared to look and pitch black hair with 2 strands of white hair poking out
With the obligatory morning hair and baggy eyes but still he looked like god amongst men only the male leads could compete
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i reincarnated as a villain of a romance novel
Non-FictionA big thud was heard as a book flew through the air to the farthest corner of the room and landed on a pile of clothes that has probably been there for a week . The refreshing smell of early morning coffee and a nicotine addiction was as strong as t...
