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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 · Fantasie
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After All The Chase

There was no blood, no wail of agony that left the moroi when the blade was twisted painfully inside of him. It was as if he didn't feel a thing but Nesrin knew better.

They were numb to most of the pains but any element with hints of light could cause sear pain to spread through the moroi, he was just better at hiding it.

"Do you know him?" Nesrin asked again, her patience was limited. She could not afford to wait longer when so many days have passed and they have been running around in circles.

He yelled something when she let a burst of mana spread through her spear and seeps inside is blood. His incoherent words were laced with pain and they didn't sound very friendly.

"Careful-" Ophelia took a step forward, alert.

Nesrin knelt near his fallen self, the grip on the spear was still strong as she murmured in a low voice.