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Mistress of Fire

In the world of dragons, werewolves, mages and magic, Ophelia is a slave in the kingdom of Eravia. She was a royal entertainer, until a catastrophe in the palace happened. In the middle of life and death situation, something magical happened to her. She discovered she actually can manipulate fire and has a dragon spirit within her soul. She managed to escape and later on found herself in another kingdom. As she discovers a new path with the goal to know her real identity, she unconsciously entangles her life with a powerful prince, and later on made a deal with him to be his temporary royal bride.

RileyRewis · Fantasie
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Waves of fire

"Is that okay with Marcos and his friends?" he turned to the man next to his brother.

"Ah, yes. Of course it's okay. It's better to have a lot to be happy." The two people next to me grinned at what they heard, obviously suppressing their screams.

Cheska was about to speak when someone suddenly came. My eyes went up to that person. But I almost put my face in the water when I saw who was standing next to Morris.

My body tensed, and the erratic beating of my heart made me gasp for air.

I don't know if it was caused by the water or what but I felt even colder when he looked straight at me.

What the hell is he doing here? Is the world really too small and I just see him all the time?

"Shit, it's Reilan!" Lilian bit her own lip to stop crying. Marie looked at me maliciously.

"Your handsome tutor is here, Des. That's right." He suppressed a giggle but was all smiles.