That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.
The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!
My Coldhearted Ex Demands A Remarriage
His Unwanted Wife, The World's Coveted Genius
Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret
Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss
The Warlord's Lovely Prize
The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback
Requiem of A Broken Heart
I was cursed, but to some people that meant I was special. Nobody knew why I was not affected by the pull of the wicked folk. However, just because I had this power, did not make me any less of a prey. Annoyingly, it made them even more fascinated, and it genuinely enticed them to control me or kill me. It was like I had a giant sign on my forehead saying, "Look, good quality."
That was if being scrawny and looking like a zombie made you good quality. Okay, not really a zombie, close to one. I haven't slept in three days. Why, you might ask? Because of the hunt, the bloody time of the month when fairies would try to kill me, enslave me, or both. Don't ask.
Normal girls went through a different time of the month but because of being malnourished, I could forget about that aspect of being normal.