Haru_Catty

In a post-apocalyptic world, Princess Sofia fancies a commoner on the streets and follows him to the Mountains of Death from where she ends up in a 17th-century mansion, where the commoner - Heinrich - is the owner of the mansion and the Princess is forced to work for him. 
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“What do you want from me?” The Princess asked frustratingly. 

“You must think you are the main character or something.” The man chuckled, “Sofia, I want nothing from you. You followed me. I did not abduct you.” 

“I made a mistake. I request you to send me back.” 

“I cannot,” The man replied. “It is not under my command. It comes and goes.”

“What does that mean?” 

“That means you are stuck here. Probably for life.” 
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[Excerpt]

Heinrich completely ignored her, slipped the keys to the room into the little pocket of his coat, and tried to walk away from the crime scene. The Princess quickly grabbed his arm, trying to reach out for his pocket with her other hand. 

Heinrich immediately grabbed her hand and pulled her toward himself, then pushed her to the wall, holding both her hands to it. He frowned at her with all the rage he had in his body. But it didn’t hide the lingering sorrow in his eyes. They could tear up any moment now. 

The Princess didn’t know if she wanted to feel sad for him or resent him. He was a confusing man. 

“L-Let me go…” The Princess sheepishly demanded. 

“Why?” Heinrich asked with anger. “Who told you to meddle in my affairs?” 

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[Disclaimer: This novel is a slow burn.]
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This novel is the prequel to 'Dilemma: The Chip System'. However, it's a standalone novel and you don't need to read 'Dilemma: The Chip System' to understand it. I do recommend reading it for extra spice. 
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This novel has taken intuition from the history of Europe. However, it is fictional and by no means connected to the real events of history.
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Cover Artist: https://www.instagram.com/alina._.smthng/

Eternal Castle

[Pre-apocalyptic Germany - 2942]

Little Agneth had her dress clenched in her hands as she ran away from a strange man. The man seemed to be in his twenties. He had jet-black hair and dark eyes. His sharp features only added to the terror. There was a mole under his lips. Agneth had memorized this characteristic. Anyone with dark hair and dark eyes, having a mole under the lips, was to be avoided.

Agneth had managed to hide behind an old and smelly dumpster. That was the least of her concerns. She wanted to cry out loud. She wished to close her eyes and hope all this was a dream. All these men chasing after her with their unusual movements drove her insane. And why did they all look the same?!

The Apocalypse