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PHANTAŚY: I love you since 1605

"I am Phantasy Winters, a developer and I have developed feelings for you, Mr Fretakis."  "Miss Winters, the search engine says you are a student of archeology."  "....." Phantasy's husband has only few months to live and has just lost his memory, so this quiet wife sets out on a journey to make her hubby's last days the most memorable while fighting off bad fate that has been set for them. But author is Phantasy the only one allowed to be cool...? Meet the Chairman of Wife spoilers and one of the Co-Founders of Wife Doting Husbands Community. Nicholas Fretakis Lucifer who prefers to be the villain rather than the hero to get what he wants. Interested she asked the devil. "What are you doing?"  Engrossed, he did not look up at her like he would do and only replied. "Filling an application."  "Application...?" she repeated. Who dares to ask the devil to fill applications. "Application for what?"  He stared deeply into her eyes this time, his gold eyes taking her breath away every single time . "Application to be your husband."  __________________ You can only pick one. Power or Love. Which will be your priority?  ********* I am currently working on the editing, please be patient. The image does not belong to me so all copyright goes to the artist. Instagram @Loneliest_Empress This book is a series book. Book 1: PHANTAŚY: I love you since 1605 Book 2: PHANTAŚY: Good for my Fantasy

Loneliest_Empress · Fantasía
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Phantasy knew Sarah rarely had intuitions like that especially if she was excited about going to a place before hand. But right now she did not care. All that was on her mind was to keep moving forward. Which seemed weird since she felt like she was actaully being pulled in.

In the castle, Nicholas watched the man make say some low jargons to a burning incense. He wrapped a perfume bottle in a dry clothe and placed it beside the incense. He kept saying some words till the incense finally burns out. Leaving behind a lot of smoke which shouldn't be since the incense was only of one stick. He glanced at the old woman again and rubs his chin. Today was ridiculous.