superAyan

[Status: Completed /02/14/24]

Synopsis:

When Monarki found herself tied inside a dark castle dungeon, she merely thought that it was all just a product of her dream. But when knights appeared in front of her and ordered her to be dragged to the guillotine, she realized how intense and terrifying her dream was. Determined to go on and witness where her silly dream will take her, she obediently puts her neck under the blade that screams her death.

“Death to the sloth! Execute the lazy bitch!”

She was convinced that it wasn’t real, but when the coldness of the blade touched her skin, the heart-wrenching cries and tear-stained faces of her loved ones filled her vision.

She finally realized that her lethargic and boring life as Monarki had ended, and her new identity in that unfamiliar world where magic and monsters exist began. However, the lingering soul of the body’s owner, Luna, seemed to have wanted her body back.

Will Mona allow her to reclaim her life once more? Or will she fight for her own life, despite the truth that nothing belonged to her in that world?

“What can I offer for you to feel belong in this world?” Asked by the Grand Duke who wanted her to stay.

The man gave his heart instead, now owned by Monarki. 

Join Monarki to unravel the mysteries revolving around her transmigration, and find out why her soul, of all people, was the one who got summoned.

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This is my first story so I can assure you that I'll finish it no matter what^^
The novel will focus on Mona's adventure as she unravels the mysteries revolving around her and Luna's identity. Romance is quite slow, but it will gradually focus on that, so please keep reading^^ Thank you!

- Cover is mine^^

Summoned by a Pretend Villainess

Cassandra entered with the young maid. Her head was bowed and not daring to look up. She was told not to look at an aristocrat's eyes directly, since they did not want to have the same level of sight with such commoners and peasants.

Her grip tightened on her luggage, quelling the fear and inferiority that started growing inside her.

The soft and regal voice of the person who answered came from a woman sitting elegantly on the sofa.

She gracefully sipped in her teacup before placing it down on the center table again. Her fair and dainty hands settled on her lap, as she finally looked up and paid attention to the guest.

Her emerald eyes looked sharp like a dragon's eyes, giving her a strict and intimidating look. It preyed on the young child who was slightly trembling before her. Her eyes were void of any emotions except scrutiny and a mysterious glint of satisfaction.

Side Story (3)