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Underneath the coldness of my skin

[MATURE THEMES] Never in her life had Celeste thought of waking up in the middle of the night at the horrendous screams of her parents nor finding out the man she had loved to her bone would do the dreadful deed of assisting his dad in killing her parents in the greed of power and wealth.  The grief and heartbreak she had gone through was one of hell and seeing the facade of her ex-partner's father falling before her feet the next night trapped inside the walls of her chamber when he tried to assault her was frighteningly alarming which left her with no way but to flee the Kingdom she grew up in. The palace where she only had the best of memories until that unfortunate night when she unwillingly had to let go of the people who gave birth to her. Who she loved to death.  Then again, never in her life had Celeste thought there will be a moment she will be brought to the kingdom of Elyznh— which she heard about a lot but didn't though one day she will be setting foot there and living a life pretending to be a human when the blood flowing inside her nerves were pure Vampire— living with werewolves nor falling in love with a werewolf. Her secret is her's only, and when she dies it will become mere ashes as she is and rose in the sky, until then no one needs to know.

oceaanblues · Fantasía
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60 Chs

“Cat got your tongue?”

Celeste sits on the corner of the harem, her eyes fixed on the window overlooking a beautiful pond. Though her thoughts tend to soar a mile a minute, there's a calming sense in watching the lush green grass encircle the tranquil blue water.

Her mind is thrust back into the tumultuous whirlwind of events that transpired mere hours ago within the hallowed halls of the courtroom. The echoes of impassioned arguments and fervent debates reverberate through her consciousness, each moment magnified into a mess of dramatic intensity.

Every gesture, every word spoken, assumes larger-than-life proportions in the theater of her memory, etched with the vivid hues of heightened emotion and palpable tension.

Clad in the somber black robe she had slipped on earlier at home— home, oh what a foolish thought it is— Celeste finds herself trapped in a surreal reality she never saw coming—a concubine in a foreign land, stripped of her freedom and dignity.