In any story, there's a stage and backstage. The stage of a story is the part where the author shows a small part of her story world and the main character through a lens that is usually called a point of view. Everything that happens on the stage revolves around the main character.
Author adjusts the lens as he guides the readers into seeing the world and the life of the main character while he controls the amount of information that is released to the reader.
Now, there's backstage. Most important things don't happen on the stage. It happens on the back of the stage. Say, there's an emperor who wants war on backstage and the stage shows some foreshadowing that gives us a hint that the emperor is planning to have a war. However, the main character doesn't know. Sometimes, even the readers don't know.
A crappy author would decide that you should only see fluff while the emperor prepares for the war. You enjoy the fluff, get your panties wet during the snu-snu moments, and fantasize about things that only happen in fiction.
'You like to read these crappy books because you want to fantasize about the things that you can never have. These books make up for your boring reality. These books have twisted your expectations of a real man. You drool over fictional characters but you won't look at a real man,' My younger brother had chastised me once, 'and these authors make your wallet thinner by manipulating your mindset and making you addicted.'
I was twenty-eight and my brother was twenty-five back then. I kneed my brother's balls. He had to go to the hospital and stay overnight. Sadly, his ability to continue his demented genes didn't go away. I received a huge scolding from my mother but my father gave me a thumbs up and a wide smile.
My father and I are always on the same wavelength while my mother and my siblings are from a different planet altogether. Sometimes I wonder how my father and mother decided that they could be life partners. It wasn't an arranged marriage either.
Though I want a rich and handsome man, I know that the world is imperfect. My minimum criteria for a life partner is that he should be able to understand my jokes and he must be good looking. If we don't get along, at least I won't feel like crying while I kiss his face. I hate awkward silences. Imagine telling jokes to someone who doesn't have an IQ to understand them. He should be smart enough to understand.
Viessa Vorn and King Kaige were the part of the stage where the author made them do snu-snu to win readers' hearts. As for me and the emperor, we were part of the backstage.
The novel was one-thousand chapters long. King Kaige ended the engagement with Aloisia Anneliese Bloodworth around the 300th chapter.
Between 300th and 350th chapters, a series of uninterested events happened. Aloisia ran away from the kingdom. Kaige gave a 'shoot at sight' order. For some chapters, Viessa was feeling bad. Then, Kaige was pacifying her. The author turned him into an ideal alpha man who protects and cares for his woman from an abusive and possessive air conditioner male lead. But I could always see through the wordplay. Kaige was still a shitty man. But Viessa wasn't any better.
Maybe it is a law that all airheads must attract toxic alpha men.
He married Viessa between 350-400 chapters. The author went highly detailed in smutty scenes and fluffy moments.For the next few hundreds of chapters, the web novel focussed on their relationships and some OP things that Viessa could do. There were cute moments with their kids. Some idiots would always try to separate them. It went on a repeat until the empero
The journey back to the familiar camp, where I died for the first time, was fantastic.The emperor rode a black horse. I was on foot.
"What are you doing?" The emperor asked me calmly while the horse gave me a judgmental look.The horse must be a straight female horse. Why would it hate having a female's face brushing against its arse?
Honestly, I expected a system that would help me get through this mess. But it turned out to be a cumbersome ability like being able to talk to animals.If I could find that author or that damned deity…
I tried to launch another kick but he was quicker. Dante grabbed my left foot, holding them tightly against his chest. He took a glance at my feet that weren't anything pretty. "Do these belong to a duke's daughter?"Perhaps, someone else in my position would feel awkward and ticklish because of the way he was holding my feet. But good looks could not make up f
The evil man started poking the cuts on my feet."Aaa!" I screamed. My eyes welled up. "That hurts! Don't do that, you crazy man!"
"A book." The prince gave me a slow smile. "I want to know which book it is.""It's a book…" I wrecked my brain. What kind of book? I couldn't say that I read the entire story on a laptop screen. I was dying from the poison. "Book of… book of…"
Dante let go of my leg and sat up. There was a large hickey where he had bit me. The blackened vein had turned faint blue. But he didn't seem normal to me.His lips were black. Dante blinked his eyes slowly, looking at me like a drunken man.
[Interlude]I stop and glance at Harvey. Sitting in his office again, I have a tornado going inside my heart. Sensing that I have paused my narration, he raises his head and meets my eyes. I look away, recalling the moment when Dante had left the room that day.Why do I still feel bad?I am not Dante’s wife. I am not his lover. I am not his woman. I belong to myself. I am self sufficient. I do not deserve men like Dante, Alphonse, or Kaige.But there is still an ache in my chest that won’t go away.So I don’t understand why I still want to cling on to Dante. Is it similar to the time I had clung on Raymond?
[Dante]However, the tumultuous ache didn’t leave him.Noises seemed to have blurred in the background like a lost ray of light that was trailing down from the sky. Kaige was furiously yelling at Alphonse who was looking at his feet and sighing. Savina shrugged, avoiding his eyes.Dante saw guilt in her eyes. Although she had owed him nothing, she was still feeling guilty. He could read human’s emotions easily, especially when he wanted to focus. Right then, she was in his focus. The ache was annoying in his chest, an evidence that he was indeed in love with the crazy woman.It was better if he said nothing. Dante left the room. He didn’t want Savina to see any strange emotions in his eyes. A
[Dante]“I didn’t expect this from you, Alphonse,” Kaige spoked before Dante could say a word.Dante rolled his eyes, but he remained quiet. Something was stirring in his heart. Something that felt better after Savina got off Alphonse’s lap. That ‘something’ was both familiar and unfamiliar. He had experienced it once, but it had never stayed with him for long. Was it love? He didn’t bother to cling to the feeling, and he hoped that the strange feeling would leave him. But it was impossible.His curse was slowly lifting. His heart was thawing, and he was feeling. When did he start feeling for this strange woman? To be honest, he could still pretend until the end that he didn’t feel anything for Savina. At the same time, the for
[Savina]When Dante came into the room, I had an urge to push Alphonse away and beg for mercy.The position was bad.I was sitting on Alphonse’s lap with my arms coiled around his neck. My skirt was lifted, thighs showing, and Alphonse’s one hand was right on it.His lips were close to mine, almost touching. Actually, he was quite stubborn, and it took me a while to seduce him. He was just about to kiss me when Kaige and Dante entered the room.They didn’t even knock. There was no gentlemanly bone inside them. And just why Kaige was looking at me as if he wanted to kill me? I could understand if Dante was offended since I was still his ‘wife’. Kaige
[DANTE]She was there. Alive. Too alive to his liking.Dante wished that he would have preferred it if she was dead or sitting in the same room with the undeads in the next room. If it was possible, he would love to gouge his eyes out by himself. Maybe the book should reset itself, or maybe he should forget everything.But he knew that forgetting was impossible unless Savina could fail again. Since it wasn’t possible, he let out a heavy sigh.Savina didn’t move. She looked at him with annoyance. Her sharp brows shoot up as if she was challenging him while sitting on Alphonse’s lap. Oh, only if she knew who Alphonse was or what kind of crimes he had committed.Nevertheless, he hated remembering how she had loved him while she couldn’t remember
[Dante]Dante rushed into the mansion, trying his best to steel his heart. He couldn’t smell blood except for the dead rotten blood of the undeads. Savina’s blood was too familiar to him. She had died three times
[Dante]As he had expected, Aloisia’s lair was right where it was previously. He knew that she would move to the lands of undeads soon. If his guess was right, there were undeads in the co
[Savina]Alphonse pushed me down on the bed. His body pressed against mine. His hands were on my waist, squeezing them hard as he delved his tongue into my mouth and sucked on my tongue. From a hesitating adult, he had turned
[Savina]I leaned closer and cupped his face, pressing my lips against his. Before I could continue, Alphonse broke away the kiss as he laid his hands on my waist and held me still. I couldn't move. He stared into my eyes and