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The Princess and Her Famous Criminals
Young Adult There was once a girl who was born in the capital. Her name is Luan. The princess of The Seventh Kingdom. Loved by the people in the palace, but she wasn't known by many since the King doesn't wants to expose her daughter until it turned 18. When everything is going according to plan, she was kidnapped.
She sneaks into the palace as she wanted to see what's outside. The Capital was so beautiful that she doesn't wants to go home anymore. Then she realized, as soon as she looks on the dark places of the capital, it wasn't a fantasy world at all. It was all about hunger, poverty, happiness, and sadness.
As soon as she woke-up, A new story begins to unfold. They said a princess needs a prince in all fairytale. But it turns out she only needs people who will treat her with simple love. Criminals. That's what they are called. What's wrong with gifts that came from a bad deed? It was all because of care. And because of the things she learned from them, she's no longer a princess. But also a criminal.
The princess who celebrated her birthday on a garage where they live. A simple debut, yet addictive love that everyone could ever ask for.
She couldn't wish for more. Until that day came. The search was finally over. The princess was caught. And everyone who took her away from the palace was slain by the King.
As she couldn't believe what her father did, she goes after him and ready to stab her own father. But then, her head was sent.
When she woke up, it was a deja vu that she came back on where it all started.
Before her 18th Birthday. You might like
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