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THE TWIN

*sexual content, gore, reverse harem* Satrya had taken over the body of her sister who was legally pronounced dead...with this, the downside becomes, a woman who is ignorant in the way of the world she has entered into. The upside; Tasties, grand Matriarch, World core and most importantly Mates. With the bits and pieces of her sister’s memories, Satrya is sort of surviving in a world that she had once looked at from within the darkness. Spending time to gain the knowledge that she lacks while failing at times. This story is about how Satrya learns through trial and error on becoming the Grand Matriach of the Lyricals, her previous life and survival with her mates. Side note: this book is a reverse harem. if this is not your cup of tea, do not continue reading further if you find it offensive. This book also includes smut. With all-male leads ending up with female lead. Satrya also has both explicit language and scenes... but as it goes on... It will be explained, in better detail. So don’t feel annoyed with the amount of fs she uses. This is my first published book, so please don’t rate me to hard...??? Original work by me

SUPER_WEIRDO · Fantasy
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152 Chs

Lost in my mind

It was over, I couldn't help but inwardly sigh.

A small reprieve from all that had occurred through out this time.

I was fully aware that this was a must and all I felt in this time may feel like days have passed but in fact, outside it was less than an hour.

This room was built especially for Lyricals to complete their mating rituals, by the first matriarch and her mates.

Right, I should have remembered this, haha, I'm so foolish, forgetting something so damn important!

The bed made from the soft plant grown in the sacred meadow, guarded year round by armed Lyricals.

Soft almost silky, yet with a thicker feel to it, spun to complete the shape of the outside, while the feathers first shed by her before maturing from a fledgeling to an adult stuffed the bed itself each and every one with a wave of her third mate the feathers were preserved to be forever soft never to lose its lustre.

Sigh, how sweet.