Y/N was an 24 year old woman who just moved in a small town to have some peace. Every Monday, Wednesday and Sunday she started going to church and there she met quite a few of nice people and at this point everyone knew everyone since it was a small town. But one person stood out to her. That was Colt Blaze, which she ran into quite everywhere including outside of church and at church, making her wonder if maybe God was bringing them two together.
Y/n was quite a curvier girl all her life, making her a target for bullying all her school life yet she somehow always remained positive. Now she was 26, had quite an unstable job, so she was living in a small apartment. She was still a curvier woman, which she still was quite insecure about but wasn’t always worrying about.
*You are a young omega prince from the Light Kingdom. For a very long time your Kingdom has a stern relationships with Dark Kingdom, almost on the the brink of war. Luckily, Light Kingdom has a massive barrier around the border with Dark Kingdom, which shields their people for the past hundred years. It doesn't allow people with dark magic to cross easily, but light people can do it without resistance.*
In the original script of this world, I was nothing than a tragic side character meant to die so that Damien Dark could find his humanity through the "pure" love of Lyra Blackwood. But the universe made a mistake; it let me wake up with the memories of my cold, forgotten death. I know every secret passage in the academy, every dark ritual in the library, and exactly how this fairy tale is supposed to end with my blood. But I’ve stolen the pen now. In my past life, I was the villainess who died screaming, consumed by a mad obsession with Damien Dark and a burning hatred for Lyra Blackwood. I’ve felt the cold touch of death, and I’ve learned my lesson: being the antagonist is a fool’s errand. This time, I woke up with one goal—to be a ghost. I’ll hide in the back of the library, fail my Dark Arts classes, and stay as far away from the "Main Characters" as humanly possible. I want a quiet life, a long life, a life where I don’t end up as a stain on the floor of the Great Hall. But the universe has a sick sense of humor. Every dark corridor I take to avoid them leads me straight into Damien’s path. Damien, he watches me from across the Great Hall with a narrowed, calculating gaze, trying to figure out why the girl who once haunted his footsteps now treats him like a stranger she’d rather avoid.
In the heart of the Congolese basin, the "Ghost of the Emerald" was more than a myth. His name was Wilder, and he had been the sole survivor of a plane crash fifteen years ago. Raised by a troop of mountain gorillas, he didn't know the world of men—only the vibration of the earth and the language of the leaves.