Cybercrownprincess

This is a story of how an immortal and a mortal fell in love. But there wasn't a meet-cute. The mortal thought the other was dead. But hey, she's okay, it was just a prank! They were getting along well and being third wheels. 
But then the mortal had to go somewhere else for studies. They said bye-bye to each other. And bam! Did someone try to kill her friend? The immortal said: we are going there even if you don't like it! 
K bruh. 
But wait, who's the person trying to kill her?


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It will have some triggering contents, please skip those, I have given a warning before starting it. But they ain't that frequent.
Also, this is my first WIP so it'll be cringe at the start. I'll edit this after I finish this.
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My girlfriend's a mortal

completely irrelevant, but here's a little tea.


"I think I'm in love with Margret." Anastasia widened her eyes hearing her brother's confession. She stared at him thinking if it was a trick to get her in his bed or not. Margret was her best friend and she didn't know they're actually royal people, She knew them as officials. And if she knew, it wouldn't be good according to the people who made them (the parents). They (Anastasia and her brother) had conversations when they were alone. Hunter understood why and didn't overreact. And yes they forgot one thing they didn't do, the door wasn't closed well.


"Are you joking? is it a way to get her into your bed?" She narrowed her eyes at him.


"I'm serious, do you see me sleeping around anymore?"


"for the past ten years, you haven't since you complained about this one girl you hated all the time and you told me you saw her with someone el-ohh~!" She came to a realization. She gasped at him and hit him on the arm, hard. He rubbed his arm and looked at her, pissed and confused.


"because you're a fucking wimp! You liked her for ten years and you still haven't confessed?! She loves you too!" he tilted his head in confusion.


And they didn't know she was just outside, she heard only the 'I'm in love with Margret' part and couldn't hear anything more. Margret was shooketh. Alright, what would she do? Burst in the room and confess that she loves him too? Or run to her bedroom while bumping into or/and breaking nearly everything on her way? The second option seems nice.


Ouch! Break! Ouch! Break! Ouch! My hip! My arm! I need stitches!


Reaching her room, she slammed the door and leaned against it, panting. What just happened? Did her crush just confess his feelings for her to his sister after a good 5 years? She was so happy that she could jump off the terrace, not have blood for a whole century, write ten poems about her feelings, read a whole 10000 pages book, and a whole lot of crazy-ass shit! 


Soon her happiness was short-lived, her head came up with the what-ifs. What if it was just a trick for sleeping with her? What if he just said that to play with her feelings and throw her like trash? What if he said that to his parents and told his sister to tell them to take him back in? What if he was married, had a lot of wives, and wanted her in his harem? The first two what-ifs had the same meaning, and her head kept making more.


She didn't know when she slid down the door and started crying. Great! We got a broken heart girl who got rejected by her crush from those movies. Ayy~!


"yo, sis! Wake up!" Margret woke up, gods what the heck? Sunlight pierced her eyes from the window. She sat up and scratched her head, she looked around her surroundings. "what happened?" Anastasia looked pissed, there was a book on the chair. Scarlett was sleeping like a baby on the bed, she was tucked in and drool was dripping off her mouth.


"ugh! Go brush your fangs bitch! You kept licking my ear! And I woke up!" Anastasia kept complaining but she didn't hear anything at all. 


Anastasia stopped in her complaints not hearing anything from her friend. she bends down in front of Magret's face and put her hand on her friend's shoulder. "what are you thinking of?"


"I'm not thinking of anything. I don't know, I just feel..."


Chapter 32