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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 · ファンタジー
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152 Chs

Disbelief

"Listen, Satrya.."

She whispered softly. Her daughter paused a moment in her eating to gaze at her, those slanted bright eyes with a turbulent emotion, gazing at her waiting.

"Mmmm,"

"you must stay alert in the time to come,"

Puzzlement passed across her face as she her mother looked on trying her hardest to memorise everything she possibly could of her first-born daughter the second child.

Composing herself almost immediately she smiled patting her daughter knowing her time was up so she stood, gathering her emotions before turning away, walking pass the barrier and then through the heavy doors.

Outside, she heard the first wail. Her heart was breaking, but for Satrya to survive she had to force her to remember.

"Suffer first in order to grow stronger and survive," she said fighting tears as she clenched her fist continuing on one painful step after the other.

She swore she could hear her hearts breaking like glass shattering.