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The Tyrant's Accidental Consort

“It’s not the stars that hold my destiny, I do.” Nesrin had lived a life which was never truly hers, she followed the path laid for her by others to fit in and to make everyone happy. She was a school prodigy, and pursued a career in the medical line as per her mother's wish. But this kind of life was suffocating her, and so when her last day came there was no grief, but her heart was full of so many regrets. Just when she thought everything would end, Nesrin found herself in the life of a character from her favorite novel. However, even in this world her fate was already decided. She has transmigrated inside a character that lives a short life and dies tragically. This time she will not be bound by her destiny. She will pave her own path and live the life she has always dreamt of. However, a life inside the palace is not as easy as it seems. This world of fantasy is much harsher than the world she came from. Can she really uphold her bold words? ____ "You are the worst" he whispered against her ear, "The worst kind of person who makes me feel so right, so out of control" When she didn't protest, he leaned in closer to her and touched her lips with his. That was all-just a touch, small, soft and teasing tempting touch. His gaze lifted to meet hers. "But if I can see you like this...this look on your face as if you want it all. I don't mind practicing a little control." Nesrin wanted to run away, he was like a fire that could devour her whole. She knew it would lead to no good endings, but a small part of her wanted to see how close she could get to this fire without burning. ____ Newest Novel: The Duke's Secret Sin Kindly check it out and let me know your honest feedback ^^ Please note that the novel can only be found by searching the title, not through my profile [Discord: discord.gg/4SnntNfgsP ] [The cover picture is not mine and has been taken from pinterest, all credit goes to the respective owner.]

Alancaster · Fantasy
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At The Hands of Fate

The hills of the north were scattered with lifeless bodies, and tainted with the blood of holy knights.

A lone chariot wheeled over the narrow paths, followed by quick marching horses. There was a big man sitting in the carriage, he had long thick dreadlocks, a face marred with battles, and cold blue eyes that glared at nothing in particular.

This man was the king of the north, and Izekiel's most trustworthy ally; Lahn Haughan.

Some past debts caused Lahn to become loyal to Izekiel so much that he won't think twice before sacrificing himself for his safety.

As soon as Izekiel had arrived in the north to seek his aid, Lahn had asked him to sit back and the northern military would take care of anyone who might dare to harm him.

However, Izekiel refused to hide, and instead, he said that he had come to the north to look for Queen Azenora's father. He needed to meet him for something very important.