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Aisha is a pleasure-seeking rich socialite who lives in the name of fun. She was happily lounging around on a pristine beach when a disaster unexpectedly hit their place. She thought she was already dead. But when she woke up, she saw herself in another world where werewolves, vampires, and mermaids co-exist. Will she be able to escape the magical land when its ruler, the most powerful creature in Gaea, King Leandro, was already smitten with her and wants to procreate with her? ********** The look on his gleaming plum eyes raking over her body made her skin quiver. She then realized that she was stark naked! With panic rising up in her heart, she quickly covered her body with her arms, as if she could cover them all. "I swear I have my clothes on a while ago. Forgive me for my indecency, your Majesty," She stuttered. "I don't mind at all," A corner of the King's lips curled up in response to her. He lifted his rod to move away Aisha's arms that were covering her nudity to both her sides, so he could get a better view. It seemed that he was satisfied as his ravishingly attractive face that was previously void of emotion lit up showing signs of delight and satisfaction. Aisha's cheeks turned beetle red at what the King was doing. But she felt like she had no choice. She was at his mercy now. He might kill her or throw her inside a whale's mouth if she wouldn't oblige. And honestly, she liked the feeling that she satisfied his taste. ********************** AUTHOR'S NOTE: The cover photo is not mine. Your author is still a novice in writing. Please forgive me in advance for the errors. I don't have an editor yet. :') Feel free to get in touch with me FB: 77myrrhia77 IG: 77myrrhia77 Discord: Myrrhia#9714 https://discord.gg/ewWtRa27fe Thank you so much for giving this book a chance. Much love. XOXO.

Myrrhia · Fantasy
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When Your Crush Is Your Husband

"Alright, wake up early. Done," Aisha said in a singsong voice as she pointed her finger beside the scroll as if it was a pen, and she was marking it with an x. 

That's all she knew about her would-be daily routines. The rest? Only God knows how she would accomplish them.

Rosalia and the rest of the female servants were already there and helped her get dressed. "Wait, what is this?" 

She recalled that she used to wear a skirt or a long gown, usually made of silk and rich in velvet, covered by a luxurious tunic that is embroidered by lace and gems. 

Now she was wearing a simple gown with a linen apron over an above-the-ankle skirt and a box-pleated blouse.

One of the servants was stuffing the apron's ample pocket with gardening tools until it was brimming to the top.