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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 · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
212 Chs

The Fire Amidst Storm

The flames were slowly dying as they spread their dim crimson shadows across the cold room.

Nesrin and Izekiel shared the small worn-out bed, and though the blankets of fur should have been enough for the night, they helped little as the day faded into darkness and the winds of frost seeped through the gaps of the broken cottage.

She blinked her sleepless eyes and glanced at Izekiel. He probably felt none of the cold since he was perfectly able to fend off the chill even when everything was covered in ice and snow.

Her numb fingers curled together as her eyes halted over him.

Izekiel appeared to be calmly sleeping. Though she had yet to understand the shift of his aura, Nesrin concluded that the recent events must have taken a toll on him. He always appeared to be occupied, and though his flawless handsomeness never flickered, she had noticed the traces of tiredness in his gaze.