상처녀 Novels & Stories

George and Becky’s faces looked like emojis. “You are getting married, George, and you never told me.” Her hands trembled as her lips quivered. The betrayal stung her just like revenge felt good. This was my little gift to them. I haven't even begun yet. I was Princess Normani, a woman of royalty. We were taught how to sharpen and wield our swords. I haven't even started t o sharpen my sword yet, and tears were already flowing. Ha!

She felt as if someone had viciously cut into her life. She had lived more than twenty years of her life drowning in luxury and pleasure, so she was ignorant of how life worked. Fate decided that she was living her life too comfortably and made her a mother, though she barely knew anything. Then, as if thinking that her life was not horrible enough, it kicked her while she was down. The nurse was displeased. How could she have married such a horrible, negligent man? “You need to learn how to let it go. No matter the troubles you face, it’s nothing before life and death,” the nurse comforted her while patting her back.

He is extremely a 'shibai'. Looking at her wound, her red warm blood already soaked the sleeve of her white T-shirt which is covered by her black jacket. To others, this seems quite painful, but to Zitrey she felt just like it’s nothing. Her senses were so numb against the pain. These train thoughts of her were cut by Little Christine who is pulling her pants and is looking worried towards her. But her attention was taken away by the other that made this child’s eye to sadden.