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Caught Between Two Worlds

All Celestine ever wanted was to be someone powerful so that she won't be looked down upon. That was what she wished on a blissful night. And that very wish made her life go downhill years later ever since she came across a sacred pendant. When an invitation lands on her lap to the most prestigious university of Adrian, nothing could stop her from going there. That is until her life gets entwined with two men, the cruellest foes of each other which she wishes to escape from. But the universe paints a different picture. On a dreary day, she falls to her near-death and finds herself in the ancient land of Vitalis. With an unintentionally committed crime to her name, she must face the justice of the place where mercy is invaluable and death is inevitable and of little value. And so her trial begins at the mercy of the tainted hands of the Masked Tyrant. Alastair Arden Waldorf. Ruthless, cold-blooded and faceless. When things turn for the worse, will she be able to return to her land and not be involved in a terrifying history? Will she save, kill or escape from the tyrant to the other two men when he shall come for her? Shall love prevail between the two or will they stick to their time to avoid an inevitable curse? ~ WARNING: Mature Content (18+) Cover Design: imagineTishaD (Webnovel) Image Credit: fromKITnoc (DeviantArt) Want to support and interact with the author? Discord: https://discord.gg/ptUDZFYcU8 Fandom: https://realmsofmagic.fandom.com/wiki/Realms_Of_Magic_Wiki Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rose.of.blues/

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~ 80: Never A Lovely, Placid Place - Part 1 ~

I shut the door behind me as soon as I entered like I was trying to hide from his presence. Or maybe I was trying to hide my rapidly pounding heart like I feared the man, which I clearly didn't. I despised him yet not so much after him having saved me from losing my honour.

I placed my back to the door and sighed with relief. His dark aura and demeanour had caused some fright which I was able to release in the privacy of my own room. My clattered mind had realised that I was already dressed in my funeral clothes.

"To have to wear this foul dress yet again," I muttered in anger. "This can't get any merrier."

'Of course, it can't, child,' said the little voice. ''

"Do you not understand sarcasm? If so, then please just do keep quiet."

'How would I—'

"Just shut it!"

After saying it, I realised I had screamed to the walls and the sound had definitely penetrated out the door.