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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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212 Chs

The Whispering Voices

Izekiel said no more on that.

They were silent inside the castle and no words were exchanged even though the place appeared as empty and abandoned as before. 

He simply assumed silence after the cross the threshold of the castle and Nesrin wondered if there was some way of Ezrahl knowing everything that happened within the walls.

She was still startled by what Izekiel and her conflicted thoughts chased away her sleep and made her feel weary.

Izekiel was not the same person as before.

But if he was a complete moroi, then shouldn't he be faithful to Ezrahl? or has the magic of the dark lord faded in its potential?

Has Izekiel turned into something else?

Was there a chance that Izekiel was not the true threat to everyone?

Perhaps he was simply different than the rest of the moroi. After all, the blood in his veins carried the marks of an ancient god.