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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

To be wives

The twins, even though, the thought of as the most beautiful goddesses were present. They thought the golden skin; even if it was beautiful it lacked more colour--not dark enough, not shiny enough, not supple enough--It should be chestnut, instead of wheat coloured. 

The hair; even if it was silky, the hair seemed to lack volume--not thick enough, not full enough--the colour was off, too bland and gaudy. 

Eyes were too weak, the colour and emotional flux were enough to make you shudder in disgust! 

Their overall person? 

Too demure it was utterly pathetic. 

The twins continued to compare their wife--Satrya Bennett, to these goddesses and could not help but sneer, they could not help the raw fury that was lit, even when the king announced words that would bring joy to others, the two could not help but feel dread. 

"These two will be your wives," 

The King spoke plainly, his form though relaxed and booked no denial.