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"JUST LIKE THE MOON, YOU CAN SHINE ALONE"

[Author, I’m coming for you!]

[You are such a cruel author, I want to give her a happy life]

[I’m gonna burn your house, author…fufufu’]

[This is so sad, please make the female lead happy’]

[Omoo,I’m crying now, uwaah~]

Instead of giving sympathy to her readers, littleyoonie curled on her stomach and laughed her heart out. “O-Oh my gosh! I can’t take it. They’re all crying..” 

Littleyoonie is a sadistic author who likes to write tragic and sad novels. For her, a happy ending is not an option. 

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‘HOWEVER, KARMA IS A BITCH’

She thought she already experienced the bitterness of life until she fell into a sinkhole and died.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she found herself in the body of the female lead.

“Lady Athasia? Are you okay?” 

She tilted her head. ‘Athasia?’ that name sounds very familiar to her.

‘NOOO!!!!!’ she screamed in her thoughts.  

Littleyoonie, the author herself, will experience the tragic and sad novel she wrote. 

“I will not let myself experience all of that bullshits!” 

She decided that she’ll going to do the character development she wanted before she died. 

What if things run out of her control and everything turns chaotic? 


Eyooo!!! Your author Yohan here!! Aiyaa~ here we go! A new novel!

I'm asking for all of your supports, please vote this novel and help me unfold the ending we all want! Yey! Don't forget to add this to your library.

Cover not mine

I Became My Unfortunate Female Lead

That small voice echoed in the young boy's ears. He wriggled and turned to the other side of the bed. But the young girl dashed in front of him. "Are you okay?"

The young boy slowly opened his eyes. Showing his swollen bags under it. He cried last night because he was scared of feeling alone in that big room. "I don't know," he mumbled.

The young girl tried to climb on the bed and tapped his forehead. "It's a fever!" She exclaimed, widening her eyes. She noticed that the young boy was shivering and grunting.

The young boy just nodded his head because he feels weak to talk already.

A sweet smile formed on the young girl's cheeks. She grabbed his hand. "Let me hold your hand."

That warmth immediately tickled the young boy's hand and he suddenly felt assured. He held back that small hand. "Stay here."

Calm Demeanor