MTL - My Girlfriend Is Really a Superstar - v2 Chapter 1161 I will kill you.

The esteemed Shen Yan has been reborn, but with confused memories. She finds herself as a widely disliked female celebrity in a popular novel, where everyone blindly follows the protagonist's questionable beliefs. Even the original Shen Yan ends up in prison for the protagonist, sacrificing her life for the so-called love story.Shen Yan: ......I'm certain this is a case of foolish love-brain without a doubt.It is well known in the capital's social circle that Shen Yan lost her prestigious family status over a man.Shen Yan: ......I've never seen such a foolish person.---To secure her own livelihood, Shen Yan snatches the protagonist's popularity on a live variety show, topping the trending search list.Protagonist: ???Haters relentlessly attack Shen Yan's education.Shen Yan turns around and slaps them with her academician certificate from a research institute.Haters: ......The haters persist, targeting Shen Yan's family background.Once Shen Yan's family history is exposed, she dominates the hot search list!The protagonist couple flaunts their love, but Shen Yan, with her expressionless husband in tow, takes a stroll and effortlessly captures the top spot again.Protagonist couple: ?!!---The public is waiting for Shen Yan to be abandoned by the powerful figures of the capital.Shen Yan contemplates her husband, who begs for hugs every night—the same husband rumored to be emotionless.The rumors say Mr. Qi has neglected his young wife for 30 days.In a discreet corner, Mr. Qi complains that the busy Shen Yan has neglected him for 30 days, and only cuddles can heal him.Later on, everyone is stunned by Mr. Qi's extravagant displays of marital love, leaving them burnt on the outside yet tender inside.---PS: Not a novel transmigration, not a system story.[1V1, light-hearted, a doting romance, power couple]Soul terminal illness female lead VS expressionless misunderstood male lead

Ariadna Lereg Ilestri Pre Agrigent. And so my life begins with this ridiculously long name, born to royalty and the center of attention — all because of one dangerous man; the veritably insane tyrant king, ruthless conqueror of ten empires, nightmare of all continents… and my father?! Will I be able to survive this maniac?

I see dead people.But hey, it’s the zombie apocalypse, everyone is seeing dead people, including a blind girl. It’s not like I am that special.For a while, I thought I was going to be Cinderella, complete with the cruel stepfamily and the little mice for helpers. But instead of mice, I got demons from hell with a taste for chaos.Then again, there is nothing wrong with a little chaos in the middle of the apocalypse. It’s what makes life worth living.Unfortunately for others, they don’t quite see it that way. You see, I have a gift. One that isn’t exactly mine, but I can use it however I see fit.My gift is granting wishes.I'm a genie without a bottle, but it would be nice if people appreciated me more. All the humans ask for is the same thing… more food here, shelter there, kill these people, torture those. And I do it all, for a small price.I don’t ask for money or food, I can get that on my own. No, I want favors, souls, something that means everything for the other person. And they give it to me. Their momentary desire worth their long term happiness.But by the time they discover that, I’m long gone, already moved on to my next… client.I know I look young, starvation and abuse will do that to a girl. Humans tell me that I shouldn’t be wandering out there alone. Some try to help me… most don’t. But whoever said I was by myself? Just because others couldn’t see them didn’t mean my demons ever left. I still hear their voices in my head, whispering words of encouragement and love. For them, I’d do anything. Kill anyone. Destroy anything.After all, life is just a game, right? Those still alive at the end of the day were the lucky ones. Those who died were not. Everything is just a game of chance, all a human has to do is roll the dice.My only word of advice is to be careful what you wish for… you just might get it.My name is Hattie, welcome to my world.Would you like a cup of tea?

Death, Depression, Poverty, Love issues – all things that a 27-year no-name writer faces.