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THE TWIN

*sexual content, gore, reverse harem* Satrya had taken over the body of her sister who was legally pronounced dead...with this, the downside becomes, a woman who is ignorant in the way of the world she has entered into. The upside; Tasties, grand Matriarch, World core and most importantly Mates. With the bits and pieces of her sister’s memories, Satrya is sort of surviving in a world that she had once looked at from within the darkness. Spending time to gain the knowledge that she lacks while failing at times. This story is about how Satrya learns through trial and error on becoming the Grand Matriach of the Lyricals, her previous life and survival with her mates. Side note: this book is a reverse harem. if this is not your cup of tea, do not continue reading further if you find it offensive. This book also includes smut. With all-male leads ending up with female lead. Satrya also has both explicit language and scenes... but as it goes on... It will be explained, in better detail. So don’t feel annoyed with the amount of fs she uses. This is my first published book, so please don’t rate me to hard...??? Original work by me

SUPER_WEIRDO · Fantasía
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152 Chs

If I killed them, would it make me feel better?

My eyes had fallen closed at the memories, but when I opened them I had exited where I had been kept, to be led into a massive room.

While I scanned the room, I took note of the size and what was within, landing fleetingly there on a huge tub in the middle filled with scented water, well I suppose it was one my nose was being assaulted by the scent, and two it had countless petals within floating to the top.

Six women appeared; dressed in loose fitting dresses that hugged them only at the waist, each of them had light skin and long curly hair that was piled on top their heads exposing their smooth Swan-like necks.

One can tell they were there to serve by how their heads were bowed eyes seemingly half lidded as their gaze were downcast, a sign of respect to the one they now served I suppose but the scent of fear entered my nose perhaps they were not as willing I thought while, being led forward to them before the others turned and left.

"forgive us young matriarch,"