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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(I use a lot of swearing if you are not okay with swearing then..... meh peace out!)
Updating schedule: Sundays
The picture ain't mine, I edited it, that's all.
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

It was Monday and 5 something in the evening. The day we all hate was about to end. Margret and her boyfriend were seen nowhere in the cafe, they were on a date. (Scarlett had suggested this cute and exciting but not too tiring date idea.) 


There were few people and whatever they wanted, it was something easy to make. Like a coffee or a normal pastry, they just needed to decorate them. Anastasia and she were making food to pass time.


"So which type you want to make?" Anastasia shrugged "I don't know, you choose." Scarlett bit her lip in thought. Anastasia might burn down the kitchen by accident. The last time wasn't that easy. Something simple might be her type, Scarlett snapped her fingers. "We can make flourless banana bread bars! How about that!?"


"Okay." She clapped her hands in happiness and started reciting what they needed. "So we would need oats, banana, chocolate chips, and peanut butter!"


'how do you remember that much? I can't remember if I had sleep or not.'


It was only natural seeing that the shelves filled with her baking appliances and whatever she needed were in the most convenient places. On the topmost shelves. She tried to reach them but couldn't. Scarlett was short, and she acknowledged this. But that never meant she wasn't constantly petty about it. But this time, she might not be entirely upset about her lack of height.


"You idiot, you could've asked me," Anastasia spoke from behind. Her hand found Scarlett's hip and Scarlett's back was pressed to her body.


Scarlett watched, currently resembling a constipated hedgehog that was painted in red, as Anastasia's hand unhelpfully lingering on her hip. She watched her raise her other arm towards the shelves; the sunlight hitting her face in one of the most extraordinary ways. It cast a soft glow on her features whole making her look like she was covered in gold armor. In short, it made her look unacceptably gorgeous, and Scarlett deemed this to be a hazard for her mental health.


Apparently having someone gorgeous pressed against your back, her hand on your hip to help you, wasn't the worst feeling.


Anastasia kept all the ingredients on the counter. Scarlett was still in a daze, staring at her. Anastasia scrunched up her face. Why was she staring at her? Did she have something on her face?


Anastasia coughed "eh?" Scarlett came out of her daze blushed even more. What was she even doing?! Staring at her best friend like that!


Anastasia didn't notice her reaction and asked "Okay, so what were we going to do again?"


Chapter 47