Reborn As An Extra In My Own Novel - Chapter 50: Student Council [3]

Don’t have looks? Don’t have money? A complete nobody? Fear not!Because you’re definitely doing better than Dante!After reincarnating in a pathetic mine infested with goblins and a spider the size of a wagon, Dante discovers he has one thing no one else in this magical world does: shamelessness — and a lot of creativity!Armed with intelligence, strategy, an RPG system, and a kind of charisma anyone can fake, Dante is determined to level up, earn respect, and rule the world!Win at life and overcome every twist — even if the whole world thinks you’re the ugliest thing alive!====================This story is about a badass guy who ended up dying tragically and being reincarnated in a magical world to become a better person.This doesn't necessarily mean he'll become a better person. In fact, you'll see him use absurd strategies to gain fame and notoriety.The character has completely bizarre and even comical attitudes, but that doesn't mean he's stupid. Quite the opposite.In this story, you will find a harem — as the title suggests — lots of adventure and as the story develops, you'll see a kingdom system. The focus will be on the context within the world and on the people (worldbuilding).It's a story focused on a guy who wants to do well in life and HOW he's going to achieve that (even though he's ugly).The unique part of the story is that, technically, you can apply some of the lessons from the story yourself. Of course, keeping in mind that it's a fantasy.But nothing the protagonist did is impossible to apply (I'm living proof of that).That said, happy reading.

I reincarnated into a fantasy world. Since I somehow got born again, I resolved myself to live diligently once more. But, putting that aside, my entire village burning up and disappearing when I’m 8-year old f*cking crossed the line. F*cking shit-f*cking crossed the line!

[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.